AstridRoom 108.My pulse quickened and my stomach twisted into knots as I stared at the big, bold number on the door.I clutched the room card, and a crumpled picture in my hand, the one that had been slipped under my car windshield at work. On the back of the picture was an address and a room number, and it looked like the photo had been taken from a distance. I would have ignored it and called it a stupid prank if the man in the picture wasn’t someone I recognized—my husband. In the picture, he was walking into a hotel with a woman, I tried to get a look on her face, but it was blurred.Normally, the first thing I did after seeing this was to call Nathaniel, but my calls went straight to voicemail. Switched off. Without thinking, I drove to the hotel.Every instinct told me to turn around, to leave, to have faith in my husband, but these past few months, Nathaniel had grown more distant. He spent so many late nights outside, that I only saw him at the hospital. What if it was not a
Astrid "I want a divorce."For a split second, I wasn't sure if I'd actually said those words, or if it was my head playing tricks on me.My heart hammered in my chest, the beats so loud I was sure he could hear them too. A part of me wanted to take it back. To swallow the words and pretend I hadn't said them. But another part of me didn't want to. I was tired and exhausted. It was like all the years of chasing after him were weighing heavily on my back, stopping me from moving forward.I kept hoping he would wake up one day and realize I was worth fighting for. I wanted him to see me as someone he couldn't live without. So I convinced myself I had to be the perfect wife. Maybe if I were better at everything, he would grow to love me.But God, was I stupid.Why was I trying to save a marriage that was meant to fail from the beginning? Why was I trying to act like everything was fine, when it clearly wasn't.Nathaniel stared at me, blue eyes flickering with disbelief, as if the idea t
AstridA sharp sting erupted across my check as soon as the words left my lips. I stood there, stunned. My skin was stinging from the impact, but the pain was nothing like the emptiness in my chest.The two men I wanted love from the most had slapped me twice today, and the reason was my sister.My gaze flickered to my mother, but she looked away, her lips pressed into a thin line, pretending she hadn't seen anything.She was always indifferent when it came to me, her only focus was her second daughter. She would always make a fuss when something little happened to Serena, but she didn't even blink an eye when father raised his hand on me.I blinked, my vision blurred. The sudden ache in my chest was too hard to ignore. Why was it always Serena? I wasn't even asking for all their love. I just wanted them to treat me like I was their daughter, not some random child they picked from the street.Was that too much to ask?"Don't you dare talk to your sister that way!" My father growled. "
DamienONE HOUR EARLIER My jaw clenched as I stared at the shattered glass on the floor. The heat of my anger burned beneath my skin, but I kept it tightly under control. I had no interest in losing my temper. That wasn’t my style.I leaned against the couch, legs crossed, as I tried to control my breathing. The entire room was tense, as nobody dared to talk. They knew better than to speak a word without my permission."You must have a death wish." I spoke, my voice hoarse and raspy despite trying to control my anger. "Should I send you to your maker if you're that eager to meet him?"The waitress kneeling flinched, her face pale with fear as she instinctively moved back. But there was nowhere to run. She would be foolish to even think of running after what she did.I tilted my head, watching her squirm. "Or maybe I should just make sure you never use those hands again?" "M-mr Russo, please forgive me. I must have been out of my mind for a minute. I..... I am so sorry." She sobbed l
Astrid I groaned in pain at the relentless pounding in my head. It felt like someone was happily driving nails into the inside of my skull. Sunlight tickled my face, stabbing my eyes with its brightness. I used my palm to shield the light coming from the window."Two more minutes." I muttered, facing the other side of the bed, but I froze when my head slightly bumped into something hard....and warm.What a damn minute.My eyes shot open, and I found myself face to face with someone's chest. A naked man's chest. Fucking Christ. I jerked instinctively, but the pain that shot into my body made me freeze. Shit, it's like I'd been hit by a bulldozer.My blood ran cold, and my pulse quickened at that somewhat familiar discomfort between my legs. What was I saying? Even Nathaniel had never made me feel this way. I looked down to find myself naked.I turned my head slowly, forcing myself to look at the man responsible. My breath hitched at his attractive face. His body was still, chest raisi
Astrid The room was so quiet, I could hear my heartbeat, rapid and unsteady. If it weren’t for his firm hand holding me in place, my legs would have given way, and I would have collapsed on the cold marble floor. Sweat trickled down my back and panic gripped my chest. It felt like I was trying to breathe through a straw. I was sold to my husband? No, that can’t be true. Nathaniel couldn’t have bought me as if I was a piece of livestock. Even if I was treated like a servant by everyone, even if I wasn’t my parents’ favorite. I refused to believe they would stoop so low as to sell me like a commodity. “Y-you are lying.” I muttered, shaking my head in denial. My throat was tight, the words felt like stones rolling off my tongue. “They wouldn’t do that! My parents wouldn’t sell me. I....I’m still their daughter. No parents would sell their child.” Nathaniel didn’t flinch. He looked at me, cold and amused. It was like he was watching a little kid throw a tantrum. “Answer me! Thi
Nathaniel I stood there, frozen, staring at Astrid as if I didn’t recognize the woman in front of me. The words she had just thrown at me echoed in my mind, each one sharper, more vicious than the last. She’d never spoken to me like this before. Never. Astrid had always been quiet, the perfect, dutiful wife. She would always control her tongue no matter how terrible my family and I treated her. But now......now she was staring at me with so much disgust and hatred in her eyes, as if she was looking at an insect. A scowl darkened my face, fists clenching at my sides as I fought to keep my anger under control. How dare she? Who does she think she is? She is just a clingy and ugly wife that had forgotten her place. I could divorce her myself, but grandfather would not approve. Yes, my grandfather. He was the reason I could never divorce this woman. There was no other reason. Nothing else. If I had the choice, I would have married Serena, a sexy model who matched my ideal type instea
Astrid It had been three days since I walked out of that house, three days since I’d left behind the hollow remnants of a life I’d once believed in. Did I regret it? Not even a little. But was I still hurting? Yes, in ways I couldn’t even put into words. I didn’t know how many times I’d woken up each night, only to cry myself back to sleep. How many times I’d told myself to keep living, despite the feeling of despair tugging at my heart every morning. I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose for the seventh time today—a nervous habit I couldn’t seem to control. My eyes skimmed over the small pile of belongings on my desk and the walls. A few medical journals, my diplomas, old charts and scribbled notes, letters, and gifts from my patients. Everything felt strangely distant, like I was looking at someone else’s things. I picked up a box and started stuffing my things inside. This is it, Astrid. Time to move on. This place had drained me both physically and emotionally. It w
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
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
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
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 “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
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.
Aurora For some reason, this feeling was familiar, as if I had experienced it before, but I couldn’t remember when. I shifted uncomfortably, the room felt stifling. It was far too warm, despite the air conditioning. Something was wrong. My hands trembled slightly as I set the empty glass down on a nearby table, my breathing shallow and uneven. Heat radiated through my body, making my skin feel feverish. My dress was clinging to me in a way that made me want to rip it off. What the hell is happening to me? My cheeks flushed—not with embarrassment, but with a fire that seemed to ignite from deep inside me. A strange haze clouded my mind, and I clenched my fists, fighting to stay in control. Then it clicked. Aphrodisiac. My stomach twisted at the realization, and panic set in. That waiter had spiked my drink. I scanned the room, trying to steady my breathing as my pulse rang in my ears, but he was nowhere to be seen. The crowd blurred together, my vision swam slightl
Aurora“Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing with my boyfriend?”The entire hall fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Every eye turned toward us, curiosity and gossip flashing in their gazes, as though they had just found their next source of entertainment.But me?My eyes were fixed on the shattered glass scattered across the floor. I felt a chill creep through my body, not from fear or humiliation, but from anger—the kind of anger that I had been trying to control all evening. “Your boyfriend?” I asked, slowly lifting my gaze and locking eyes with the woman who had slapped the drink out of my hand.“Yes, my boyfriend. Don’t play dumb. Everyone knows Alexander and I are dating. We might be going through some difficulties right now, but we’re still together. If you think you can seduce him with your ugly face, you’re delusional, you can never replace me, you hoe.”"Are you done with the drama?" I asked, my voice low but calm.The woman blinked, clearly caught off
Aurora My first mistake of the night. "Ms, I'm sorry, but you need an invitation to enter," the woman at the front desk said, her voice firm yet polite. I arched an eyebrow, suppressing the urge to sigh loudly. How did this happen? “I must have forgotten it. Is there any way you could let me in? I’m sure my surname is on the list.” The woman gave me an apologetic smile, but there was no warmth in her expression. “I’m sorry, ma’am. No invitation, no entry. That’s the rule.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, the frustration bubbling beneath my skin. Of course, I’d forget it. My mother had been rushing me all evening, dragging me to a salon to have my hair and makeup done. By the time we finished, she’d conveniently decided she was “too tired to go” and insisted that I still attend. “You’ve already dressed up, Aurora. It would be a shame to waste all the effort,” she’d said with a sly smile before practically shoving me out the door. Now here I was, standing in front of the gran