The soft morning light entered the room through the window, casting a warm glow in the room. Amara, still nestled in Killian's embrace, slept peacefully. Her face was hidden in his taut and broad chest, warm breath living through her parted lips which hit his skin. His hands enveloped her completely, one protectively cradling her pregnant belly as he held her close to him even in his sleep. A blanket covered their naked bodies, hiding their nudity in a cover. Amara stirred in her sleep when she felt the morning rays touching her face. Her face was crushed in a hard chest and her body felt caged between two muscular arms. She moved slightly to get from him but a small whimper left her lips when she felt a stinging pain between her legs. She opened her eyes slowly on feeling the sharp pain and came face with a sleeping Killian. His face was just an inch away from her, so close that she was afraid their lips would touch if she moved a little. His dishevelled hair framed his forehead, le
Emotions were not forbidden for Killian. He felt, but a lot of times, these were all intense feelings, when he felt anger, rage and frustration. Killian, accustomed to intense emotions like anger and frustration, found himself in an unfamiliar state as he held the unconscious Amara. However, as he cradled the unconscious Amara, an unusual numbness seized him. It wasn't fear or concern that paralyzed him, but a peculiar sensation that defied his usual emotional repertoire, a feeling foreign to the usually temper-driven Killian Suvillian. The cascading water from the shower snapped Killian out of his trance. "Fuck!" With a sudden realization, he swore under his breath. Gently cradling her, he swiftly carried her out of the bathroom and carefully dressed her in a loose garment, covering her naked body. Clad in a black shirt and pants, he carried her out of the room with a tense expression on his face. In the hall, his family was surprised to see them in such a state. Their surprise so
In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her.She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.But as she turned her gaze to the figure sleeping on the bed, a wave of fear washed over her, threatening to drown her in its icy grip. Killian lay motionless on the bed, his features softened in sleep, yet his presence loomed large in the room. With each rise and fall of his chest, Amara felt her veins constrict, her heart hammering against her ribcage. Fear prickled at her skin, a familiar sensation that made her veins feel like ice. It had been one month since the incident, and in that time, Killian had maintained a cold distance fr
"Not you, Amara." His voice stopped her dead in her tract and she froze in terror, scared for the aftermath of the situation that she would be forced to face. Amara's heart raced as she turned to face Killian, her body trembling with fear as she awaited his next words. Her chest tightened, each breath becoming a war as she struggled to stay calm in his presence. His intense gaze seemed to bore into her soul with an intensity that had her shudder. She was scared, terrified that he would see through her vulnerabilities and make her a victim of his monster again, to make her go through the same agony as he satisfied his inhumane soul. "Didn't I make it clear that I hate seeing you in his presence?" He asked, jaw set with anger. He took a step closer towards her, and the room seemed to shrink, suffocating her with his overpowering presence. When she remained silent, his frustration raged over. "Who are you?" he demanded, his eyes flashing with barely contained anger. "Answer me!" He
Amara sat quietly on the old bench in the mansion's garden, the morning sun shining gently through the trees, the delicate melody of chirping birds sounding like pleasant music. Her gaze remains fixed upon the centrepiece of the garden- a majestic fountain adorned with intricate carvings, its waters shimmering in the golden light due to the sun's rays. Lost in her thoughts, she remains motionless, her fingers tracing invisible patterns upon the weathered wood of the bench, seeking solace in the familiar texture beneath her touch. The garden had become her source of peace, a place where she would visit whenever she felt low. Memories of this morning flood her mind, the sight of Killian leaving for college, a rare occurrence that made her feel sad. Even though he doesn't go to college much because of his illegal activities, seeing him leave still hurt and made her feel angry. She was forced to give up on her studies, and prevented from going to college all because of him and his baby
An hour before before. Killian leaned casually against his sleek black car, grey smoke from his cigar enveloping him in a haze. He was still in college with his friends who were busy in their conversations. Their lectures had finished, not that they attended any of them. Nathaniel's absence reminded him of the rift that had formed between them due to Amara. He still believes that he has wronged Amara and seems to hold onto the one thing with all his might. Killian knew that he would come around one day, the brotherly bond between them was too strong to be broken by a girl. As Killian took a final drag from his cigar, Aiden's voice cut through the silence. "When does Elijah plan to pass the crown to you?" He inquired, his tone laced with curiosity. "It's been more than a month since you married Amara, and he should have declared you as the leader till now." With a clenched jaw, Killian crushed the cigar beneath the sole of his shoe. "Elijah demands on subjecting me to trials. Since
Killian drove his car towards his mansion, his grip on the steering wheel painfully tight until his knuckles turned white. The slap was still fresh in his mind and he gritted his teeth in anger, rage filling through his veins as he recalled the moment she laid her filthy hands on him. How dare the fucking bitch slap him? People are scared to raise their voices in front of him and she fucking raised her hand on him. His jaw tightened and with a frustrated growl, Killian punched the dashboard beside him, the impact reverberating through the car. His knuckles stung with the force of the blow, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the seething rage burning in his chest.Amara flinched and tears welled in her eyes as Killian's fist collided with the dashboard. She dared not speak, her voice caught in her throat as she trembled in fear. She felt terrified, shaken to the core. He was like a seething beast at the moment, angry and wounded, and no one better than her could know what he
"Why do you care?" Amara's voice trembled with vulnerability as tears welled up in her ocean-like eyes, pain evident in them. Killian found himself at a loss for words, his usually cold demeanour faltering at her question. Why did he care? Did he truly care about her? The thought unsettled him, stirring emotions he hadn't felt in his life ever. If it had been any other girl, he wouldn't have spared a second thought to her condition. The sadist in him would have enjoyed the tears and pain in some other girl's eyes. Then why did Amara's tears affect him? He couldn't find an answer. Did he care about her? About her tears? He doesn't know. However, he felt an urge to wipe away her tears, to remove the pain from her eyes. But why? He couldn't comprehend it. It went against everything he believed in, everything he stood for. He isn't the one to wipe away one's tears, he's the reason behind them, behind their suffering and agony. Then why did Amara make a difference to him? He won't lie.
Killian punched the bag with deadly force, each strike harder than the last. His fists slammed into the leather, knuckles turning raw and bloody, each blow fueled by a rage that seemed endless. His breaths came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving as the darkness in his mind swallowed him whole. The more he hit, the fiercer the storm inside him raged. With each punch, he sought an escape, but the darkness never left. It only grew more intense.He punched the bag again, his jaw clenching as her memory surged in his mind once more. He remembered her with every breath, every passing moment, as if she had carved herself into the very core of his being. She wasn’t just a part of his life; she had become his entire life. And how could he ever live when the very life he knew had been taken away from him?One week.One week had passed since Amara walked away from his life, and not once did she look back. It was as if he was nothing more than a chapter in a book, one she was forced to endure be
One week.One excruciating week had passed since Amara tried to end her life, and Killian made the promise that tore him apart, to let her go. It hadn't been easy for him to say those words, let alone prepare himself to watch her walk away from him.He stood in front of the door, his hands buried deep in his pockets, watching her pack her things into the suitcase. Each movement she made felt like a dagger carving into his chest. He wanted to stop her. God, how he wanted to stop her. To drop to his knees and beg her to stay, to plead for one last chance to make things right. But he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve her. Not yet, not after the hell he had dragged her through. Amara was worth more than anything, and for the first time in his life, Killian understood what it meant to love someone selflessly. He wouldn’t hold her captive in a world of pain he had created. If letting her go was the first step toward earning her forgiveness, toward becoming the man she deserved, then he
Amara couldn’t bring herself to believe him. Deep down, she knew that no matter how much she wanted to, Killian Suvillian would never agree to her terms. He was a selfish man, someone who always took what he wanted, regardless of the cost or consequences. So why would he let her go simply because she’d tried to escape this life once and for all? He claimed to love her, but could his love really be so powerful, so deep, that he’d set her free without a second thought? Who was the real Killian? Was he the ruthless man she’d come to know since the day her life was torn apart, or was he this version now claiming he’d let her go? She couldn’t make sense of it. Everything was becoming suffocating, overwhelming, terrifying. Moments like these made her wonder if it would be easier to end her life than to keep living each day in fear. Then why did she hesitate when he offered to let her go? Perhaps, after all she’d endured, the promise of freedom felt too alluring to resist. She wanted
Trigger Warning: Attempt to Suicide ***If someone were to ask Killian where his world lay, he would show them the scene unfolding in front of him. Amara lay curled up on the bed, their daughter nestled in the crib, both in identical positions, breathing softly in unison. It was around four in the morning, but sleep abandoned him. He couldn't bring himself to close his eyes, refusing to face the darkness that haunted him whenever he did. How could he look away, even for a moment, when his entire world, so peaceful, so complete, was right there, filling his heart with peace and light?He had brought them home the night before. A team of doctors were ready in their mansion, ready to intervene if needed. He wasn't ready to take any chance, the thought of losing either of them was unbearable. He would do whatever it took to protect his fragile world, even at the cost of his own peace of mind. Time passed, and the darkness of night gradually gave way to the soft light of dawn. A knock
Killian refused to acknowledge her words, as if they had never left her lips, pretending they hadn’t sliced through him and torn him apart. He clung to the illusion, seeking comfort in the facade of a lie, as though denying the truth could somehow change it."You’re going to love our daughter," he said quietly, lips curving up into a small smile. "We will be a family. She’s going to be our-" "She's not my daughter!" Amara hissed. "She is a result of sin, and I will never love her!" Her throat burned from the force of her words, but she didn’t care. She needed him to feel them, to have her words cut through the illusion he was making in his sick mind. "Amara!" Killian growled, gritting his teeth in rage. "I am speaking the truth, Killian," Amara replied, a mirthless smile twisting her lips. "Don’t you remember how she was born? How can I love her and consider her my daughter when she was the very r-reason my life was destroyed?" Her voice cracked, words trembling as she fought aga
Killian had never allowed himself to feel—never this deeply, never this quickly. He had spent his life behind high walls, never letting anyone close enough to matter. Vulnerability and protectiveness were foreign to him, emotions he hadn’t known until Amara entered his life. He was always cold, distant, untouchable.But now, with this fragile life cradled in his arms, everything felt different. Why did he feel this fierce urge to shield her, to protect her from a world that could harm her? Her tears pierced through the barriers around his heart, and her tiny, soft cries shattered something deep inside him. Her cries, they sounded painful to him, filling him with a kind of agony he’d never known, never felt. His daughter still clung to his hand, her tiny fingers curling around his as if refusing to let him go. Her tiny face turned red as her cries grew more shrill, and Killian's hands trembled, terrified that it was his touch hurting her. Yet he couldn’t let go. “Do something to make
Killian couldn't stand the suffocating air inside the room anymore. So, he stormed out, his face having defeat all over it. His wife was inside, her fragile body soaked in blood, fighting for a life that was slipping away too quickly. The sight of her, broken and dying on that cold hospital bed, was more than he could bear. He never felt so weak before, and never faced a defeat so painful like this. He had lashed out at them, gripping their collars with fury, demanding they save her. What the doctors said still echoed in his mind like a death sentence, "Her chances are slim. Her body is too weak. The pregnancy is killing her, she’s too young, too traumatised. Her body can’t handle it." Forced pregnancy. Trauma. Weak body. Every word they spoke clawed deeper into his soul. He felt his throat tighten hearing that. This was his doing, his cruelty, his thirst for revenge that had destroyed her. Not Derek. Not anyone else. He was the one who dragged her into his hell, destroyed her b
A/N: Please note that I have no expertise in medical procedures. All content is fictional and should be treated as such.***Mother or baby.Killian stumbled back, staring at the doctor in disbelief. The words slammed into him, draining the life from his veins, as if he were being forced to endure an agony that physically hurt him.His heart clenched in pain at the thought of life without Amara. A life without her would hollow him out, leaving him nothing more than a walking corpse, soulless and dead inside. He needed her to be alive so he could breathe and live. How could he possibly let her go when she was the only reason his cold heart was beating? In that moment, it hit him like a storm, deadly and powerful. He loves Amara. Because if being terrified of a life where she wasn’t alive isn't love, then he didn’t know what love was. How had he not seen it before? His heart had been screaming it all along. Amara was everything love could be—soft, caring, pure, a light that had bro
The video played, ever so cruelly, ever so painfully, its brutality unfolding in agonising detail. The men’s savagery was laid bare before her eyes, exposing the creatures they truly were. They ravaged her helpless body, feasting on her as if she weren’t human. Amara's lips quivered, unable to form words, unable to process the horrors before her. They were touching her, abusing her flesh with a cruel smile on their faces. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, her vision blurring as her trembling hands clutched the camera.And then, she cried.She cried until her eyes burned, until her entire body convulsed with the sheer force of her sobs. She was violated without mercy, even while she was unconscious, with no sense of reality, as they turned her world into a horrifying nightmare. They stripped her of her dignity, again and again, pouncing on her inhumanly. Her chest tightened, the pain so suffocating it stole her breath. A horrible pain seized her heart, and the camera slipped from