DamienI sat in the private lounge on the second floor, legs crossed as I leaned back in the leather chair, my gaze fixed on the scene below. The ballroom stretched out before me, a sea of glittering dresses, sharp suits, and champagne glasses sparkling under the golden lights.The crowd moved like a well rehearsed dance, but my attention wasn’t on them—it was on her.Dr. Aurora.I swirled the wine glass in my hand lazily, watching as she entered the room earlier with Alexander at her side. It was unexpected. I hadn’t thought I would see her again so soon after that elevator encounter.She didn’t seem out of place here, despite the fact that she wasn’t like the rest of these vultures. It was as if she were the main character, and everyone else was just there to play a supporting role. My gaze traveled down her length. Her black dress hugged her in all the right places, making her stand out without even trying. She was stunning, even I had to admit it.I should have looked away then.
Damien “I won’t allow you to take her, Damien. I don’t trust her with you.” For a second, I didn’t respond. I just stared at him, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. The audacity. The sheer arrogance. Does he think he has nine lives? Because I’m about to make sure he only has one left—and barely at that. “Let go,” I said, my tone flat and dangerously low. My patience was hanging by a thread, and I didn’t bother hiding it. Alexander didn’t move. His grip tightened slightly, as if he thought he could stop me. “I mean it,” he said. “You don’t care about people, Damien. She needs help, not whatever cold indifference you plan to throw her way. You can’t take care of anyone—that’s just who you are. If you take her, you’ll destroy her.” I arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering in my gaze. “That's rich coming from you.” I titled my head slightly. “When you’re the one who started all this in the first place. You create something stupid and let others face the consequences
Damien“I’m so horny. I want you.”Her words hit me like a jolt of electricity, my grip tightening on her waist as I froze in place. I flicked my gaze towards the rearview mirror. The driver’s eyes widened slightly, his gaze darting away as if pretending he hadn’t heard. Without a word, I reached for the partition controls and pressed the button. The glass slid up slowly, separating us from the front of the car.“Mr. Elevator…” she murmured, her tone filled with desire as she leaned closer to me.I turned to her, my face impassive as always, though my mind was racing inside.The flush on her cheeks, the glazed look in her eyes, the way she was pressed against my body—I was losing control.No, I had to resist. I could not lose control. Not now. Not ever. Not like that night.Her hand reached for me, but before she could touch me, I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her with ease and placing her firmly in the seat beside me.“Stay,” I said sharply, my tone cold and commanding.But she
Damien Damien The sleek black car rolled up to the front of my estate, its tires crunching softly against the gravel.The car came to a stop, and Jason stepped out first, moving quickly to open the back door. I glanced down at the woman, her head resting on my lap as if it were some kind of pillow. I didn’t wait for him to offer assistance; I shifted the doctor in my arms, her body nestled against me, fast asleep. She stirred slightly, her soft breath warm against my neck as she unconsciously snuggled closer into my chest.I stepped out of the car, the cool night air brushing against my face, and walked toward the entrance. The bodyguards stood at attention outside, their postures rigid, their gazes forward as though they hadn’t just seen their employer cradling a woman in his arms, but I could sense their curiosity in the way their heads remained perfectly forward, too still to be natural.When I entered the house, the muted gasps of the staff greeted me. The maids exchanged glanc
Aurora I woke up to a pounding headache, my temples throbbing with a relentless ache that made me groan softly. My throat was parched, every swallow dry and scratchy, as though I’d spent the entire night screaming. But worse, there was this heat—this strange, pulsing warmth coursing through my body, as if I were burning from the inside out. “What time is it? Am I late for work?” I muttered groggily, barely able to form a coherent thought. My hand instinctively reached toward my bedside table, groping around for my phone. But it wasn’t there. I frowned, still too dazed to think clearly. My hand moved in circles over the smooth, empty surface. No lamp. No stack of documents I’d left the night before. No phone. What the hell. With a soft groan, I opened my eyes, though they were still heavy with exhaustion, and blinked against the dim light of the room. The ceiling above me wasn’t mine—black, sleek, and unfamiliar. Wait a minute. I sat up slowly, my body aching in strang
Aurora I stared at him, at those impossibly dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, at the sharp, sculpted features of his face. The man sat so casually in front of me, one leg crossed over the other, his arms resting lazily on the armrests of his chair, like he owned not just the room, but the whole damn world. His gaze was fixed squarely on me, and there was an air of lazy amusement around him—as if he was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. “You have to take responsibility, Ms. Aurora,” he had said just a moment ago, his deep, slow voice pulling me into some kind of vortex. Responsibility? Me? Take responsibility? For what? I frowned, confusion written all over my face as I sat frozen in my chair. Why would I need to take responsibility? I didn’t do anything……that drastic. Right? My gaze involuntarily lowered, he was wearing a crisp white shirt now, the kind that looked absurdly expensive. But the faint red marks trailing along the base of his throat was
The Night Before Aurora My head sank into the pillow, soft and cool beneath my cheek, but it felt wrong,—it was too soft and too empty. It was a stark contrast to the hard, warm pillow I had been resting on just moments ago. No, I preferred that hard pillow. I groaned, my eyes fluttering open slowly, adjusting to the dim light in the room. As my vision cleared, my breath caught in my throat. Woah. A breathtaking man loomed above me, his body inches from mine, hand resting on the pillow next to my head, the other gripping the edge of the duvet, as though he was about to pull it up. His face was impossibly close, his sharp features framed by soft strands of tousled dark hair that fell against his forehead. I blinked, and so did he, his piercing gaze meeting mine. For a moment, the world seemed to fall away, and the only sound in the room was the rapid pounding of my heart. Beautiful. Oh, how beautiful he was. Without a second thought—without any thought at all, I s
Aurora “Now you have to take responsibility for making me hard,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, sending a shiver down my spine. His hungry soft lips crashed into mine before I could respond. My breath hitched. His kiss was fierce, demanding, and utterly intoxicating. My fingers naturally wrapped around his neck as I drew him nearer while returning his kiss just as desperately. Our tongues met, battling for dominance, but it was a losing fight for me. He had complete control, and I could feel it in the way his hands gripped me, one on my waist and the other sliding up to the back of my neck. His fingers pressed lightly against my skin, keeping me in place as he devoured me. I let out a moan as when I felt him press into me. His hard length could be felt through the fabric separating us. The sensation sent a jolt of heat through my body. And I found myself drawing him nearer by entwining my legs around his waist, locking him closer. His grip on me tightened, his hands
Aurora The cool, sterile air of the hospital brushed against my skin as I walked out of Nathaniel’s office. My mind was spinning. An ex-wife? That revelation sat heavy in my chest, creating more questions than answers. Why had no one ever mentioned it before? Why had he mentioned it to me? And why was my heart racing every time I thought about it? I shook my head, trying to clear the confusion. My steps echoed faintly in the hallway as I moved forward, but I couldn’t focus on where I was going. It felt like I was walking in circles. The feeling of always getting close to your goal and then being back at the beginning was frustrating. Whenever I was near the truth, something or someone always had to stop me from finding out. It was starting to annoy me. I could just stop all this trouble and ask my mother or my brothers, but I doubt they would be much help. They were hiding my past for a reason, and they wouldn't just tell me. Nathaniel asked me out for dinner, and the way he
Aurora “Doctor Aurora?” Nathaniel stared at me in surprise, his eyes carefully studying my face as if he was trying to see if I was really the one sitting in front of him. I met his gaze with no particular emotion. I planned for this. I played out so many different versions of how this meeting would go. How I would act. What I would say. What I would ask. But now? Now I was just… staring at this man. This man who felt familiar and yet a complete stranger all at once. Nathaniel’s eyes darted to my body, as if trying to make sure I was okay. Then, much to my surprise, he sighed heavily, leaning forward and placing his head in his hands. “I’m sorry, Doctor Aurora,” I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden apology. “Sorry? Why are you apologizing?” He looked up at me, his expression open and honest. “It’s my fault. You came to my hospital, and you almost got hurt. You were dragged into something dangerous.” I tilted my head slightly. Was he serious? Did he actually mean it
Aurora I stared at him in disbelief. What just happened? Did he just catch the knife with his bare hands? Did he just save me from getting killed? At the moment when the knife was about to make contact with my body, I thought about a lot of things. A lot of people that meant so much to me—people I couldn't leave behind. But unexpectedly, he saved me. Nathaniel saved me from being killed. Blood dripped from his palm onto the floor, but he didn’t even flinch. Why? Why would Nathaniel do that? "Who the hell are you?" The man shouted, bringing me back to the present. Nathaniel straightened, his bloody hand still clutching the knife, and pushed me behind him. He stood tall, his presence commanding the room as he looked the man directly in the eyes. "I am Doctor Nathaniel. I don’t believe we’ve met, but I was the surgeon who performed your daughter’s operation." The man’s eyes widened, his face twisting with rage. "You bastard! You're the person that killed my Juliet." he shouted, y
Aurora I stared up at the massive hospital in front of me, The building was both inviting and intimidating. It was slightly larger than my brother’s hospital, which was not surprising, given its history. This place had been around for decades, building its reputation as not just a place of healing but also one of hope. Known for its work with patients who couldn’t afford treatment, it stood out in a world where healthcare was often ruled by greed. But, more than anything, this hospital was known for him. Dr. Nathaniel Davis. The surgeon everyone adored. The media’s golden boy. The man who seemed to embody perfection every time he appeared on TV or in interviews, his kind smile and composed personality made people swoon. A family man, a husband material and the perfect father. Trust me, I could say more, after all I had done my research. I ran a hand through my blonde hair, letting out a quiet sigh. We agreed to meet after that day and I was the one who set the time and th
X The photos spread out before me were like pieces of a puzzle I’d been working on for years. I picked up the one on top, running my thumb over her face. A stepping into the hospital, carrying herself with grace. Such a confident woman. But then, there was the other one. Her on the road, clutching her chest in panic. Vulnerable. Weak. A side of her the world rarely saw. I chuckled, the sound low and dark as it echoed in the empty room. Spinning lazily in my chair, I plucked another photo from the desk. This one was different—her holding her kids. That smile of hers, soft and full of love. How quaint. How perfectly motherly. But then there were the others. Damien, standing beside her. I scoffed, tossing that photo back onto the desk. Then there was Alexander, all charm and smiles, looking at her like she was the center of the goddamn universe. That one? I crumpled it, tossing it without a second thought. “Fools,” I muttered, shaking my head. “They don’t deserve her.” I leaned
Damien I stepped into my grandfather’s room, the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea filling the air. He sat beside the window, gazing out at the hospital grounds below. Patients and their families walked back and forth, some chatting, others lost in their thoughts. From this view, you could see it all—life continuing in its chaotic rhythm. "Don't you think that was too much?" my grandfather said without turning around. “You're too hard on the poor girl. She was waiting for you all this time.” I waved my hand dismissively, walking over to the chair next to him. “She waited for nothing,” I said indifferently, settling into the seat. He glanced at me briefly before setting his cup of tea down on the small table beside him. Without a word, I reached for the teapot and poured another cup, sliding it toward him. He nodded his thanks, and for a moment, the room was silent except for the faint clinking of porcelain and the muffled sounds from outside the window. I stared at the cup of tea
Damien The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, then began to close again when no one stepped inside. I leaned back against the wall, hands tucked into my pockets, watching the numbers tick down on the screen. Another stop. The doors opened, revealing a group of people standing outside, murmuring amongst themselves. But no one moved to enter. They avoided my gaze. Some shuffled awkwardly to the side, while others stared intently at their shoes, pretending not to notice me. They’d wait for the next one, just like everyone else. The elevator felt ten times colder, but it wasn’t the temperature—it was me. I clenched my jaw, my composure slipping as I ran a hand through my hair, attempting to calm the rage threatening to destroy everything in my path. The soft act I’d put on in her office—the restraint, the civility had shattered the moment I stepped out. I was back to who I truly was: cold, ruthless, and distant. But this time, there was something different. An
Aurora Did I just feel bad? Me? Aurora Williams? Impossible. Why would I feel bad when I didn’t even do anything wrong? I sighed inwardly, crossing my arms as my thoughts spiraled. But why do I hate the idea of him hearing about another man bringing me home? It wasn’t like I owed him anything. I didn’t. I wasn’t his girlfriend, his wife, or even anything close to it. So why was my chest tightening at the idea? Why did I feel this ridiculous pang of guilt? I must’ve hit my head on something. Or maybe… maybe it was the way he kissed me. The way he made me feel. That overwhelming sensation, the pleasure that still lingered on my skin like an imprint. Was it really that good? I bit my lip, heat crawling up my neck. No. It wasn’t just good. It was incredible. It was enough to completely scramble my brain, apparently. Because here I was, getting worked up over a man who wasn’t even mine. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure if that fact bothered me… or sca
Aurora A date? With him? Why? He didn’t seem like the type of man who went on dates. He seemed more like the type of man who took what he wanted and left without a second thought. “Aurora,” Damien said, his deep voice snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. I blinked, my eyes refocusing on him. He tilted his head slightly, studying my expression. “You don’t want to?” he asked, his tone calm but curious. “I’m not asking you to marry me this time. I’m asking you to go out with me. Isn’t that why you were angry last time? Because I was being too straightforward?” His words pulled me back to the day he had asked me to marry him like it was the most normal thing in the world. I swallowed, trying to push the memory aside. But this man…he seemed different. His usual arrogance was still there, but there was something else now. Something softer, like he was trying to go slow, trying to meet me halfway. It didn’t match the version of him I thought I knew. I hesitated,