Aurora “I need information on two people. Elena and Jayden." A low, seductive chuckle rumbled in my ear “Oh, the Joneses? Elena and Jayden.” Christopher’s voice held a hint of mockery. “I knew they were stupid and proud, but I didn’t know they’d be dumb enough to dig their own graves. What did they do to get on your bad side, sweetheart?” “They drugged me last night.” I said, flatly. There was silence on the other end of the line, it was just long enough to make me wonder if I’d lost him. Then he laughed. A deep, full laugh that sent shivers down my spine and irritation straight into my chest. “Are you seriously laughing right now?” I snapped, gripping the phone tighter. “You have no idea what I went through yesterday because of them.” “Oh, I know you’re fine,” he said, still chuckling. “If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be calling me to dig up dirt on people. Your two scary brothers would have already murdered them by now. I still remember the day Noah came to London and saw
Elena “Ah! Why can't I forget that stupid bitch?!” I screamed, slamming the door to my room, the sound echoing through the thick walls. My breathing was ragged, my chest heaving, I could taste the anger and disgust on the back of my tongue. I yanked the necklace from my neck and hurled it across the room. It was expensive, probably more than a million dollars, but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything right now. I went to my vanity, where I kept my makeup and perfume, and angrily swept everything onto the floor. But nothing helped. Nothing could dull the rage boiling inside me. Even though the day was almost over, I couldn't stop thinking about last night. I had planned everything. Every single detail. That woman, whoever she was—was supposed to leave the party humiliated, crawling away like the pathetic slut she was. She was supposed to throw herself at some random man, desperate for attention, exposing her true nature in front of everyone. And Alexander… Alexande
Aurora The room fell silent. All eyes turned toward me, shock etched across every face in the room. People turned to each other, whispering something too hushed for me to make out, but their wide eyes said everything. I didn’t need to go that high, but I did, and it was worth it because the expression on Elena’s face was a feast for my eyes. I leaned back in my chair, sitting like a queen. The dark suit and tailored trousers made me look like a grim reaper from hell. “F-fifty million?” the auctioneer stammered, his voice cracking as he stared at me like I’d just announced the end of the world. His hand shook as he adjusted his glasses, clearly trying to process what I’d just said. “Are you sure, madam? This is fifty million we are taking about.” My lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk. “Of course, or can the young lady go higher?” Everyone turned their attention to Elena, who sat in the front row, her face twisting into a fury. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. He
Alexander “This is the information you asked for.” Roman’s voice echoed in the expensive, spacious office. I looked up from the files on my table and adjusted the glasses on my face as I leaned back in my chair. My sleeves were rolled up as I took the piece of paper from his outstretched hand. My brow arched slightly and I turned to look at him. “Is that all? I thought you would bring me a whole document, considering how long you took.” Roman chuckled, leaning casually against the wall. “Boss, even this was hard to find,” he said, shaking his head. “I had to use your mother’s connections to get this much information on her.” His lips quirked in mild disbelief as he added, “It’s like someone’s working overtime to keep this woman’s background and history buried from the public.” “Who is she to you, that you didn't even wait till the next day to ask me to find out her background.” I ignored his question, my attention shifting to the paper in my hands. Her name stared back at me in
Aurora “The item will remain covered until it is bid on,” the auctioneer said, his eyes practically blazing with excitement. “Now, shall we start bidding—” “Hold it!” A voice cut through the room. Everyone’s heads turned toward the front, where Elena’s father, Richard Jones, rose from his seat. “This wasn’t on the list,” he barked, pointing a firm finger at the draped item on the stage. “Who gave you permission to put this here?” The auctioneer froze. He looked between the audience and the old man.“S-sir, this item… it came from a very important person—” “I don’t care who it came from!” Richard snapped, his voice rising, causing more than a few people in the crowd to flinch. “If it wasn’t approved by me, then it has no place here. Remove it.” The room fell silent. He swallowed hard, his face pale and slick with sweat as he fumbled to respond. “It’s from…” He hesitated before finally blurting out the name that turned the entire room to stone. “...the Williams family.”
Aurora Was I planning on taking this too far? No. Do I feel bad? Not in the slightest. I’ll admit, going this far wasn’t part of the original plan. But after what I saw—after seeing what these people did to other women……something inside me snapped. A dark, dormant part of me, a demon I’d tried so hard to keep hidden, clawed its way to the surface. And every time I saw other women endure this kind of cruelty, it felt personal, like I was standing in their shoes. As if, somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I’d endured the same torment. A memory my subconscious was desperate to suppress. So no, I do not feel bad watching as everyone stared in disgust and shock at the two people before me. This was something they had coming—I was just the one who made it happen sooner. “Oh my God! I must be seeing things. Is that—” one woman whispered, her voice filled with disbelief and disgust. “Yes, it’s Jayden. The two siblings… they’re having sex!” “How disgusting. I never expected
Aurora “I will ruin your life, you’ll regret the day you were born. But, if you go on your knees right now, admit this was all a mistake, and beg me for forgiveness, I might lighten your punishment.” I tilted my head, watching him with calm amusement, his attempt at dominance was almost laughable. “Beg?” I scoffed, leaning forward with a smirk. “Why would I beg when your children were the ones fucking each other like dogs in heat?” “You!” Richard’s face turned a deep shade of red, his anger boiling over as he jabbed a finger in my direction. “You’re lying! My children would never act this way. The Jones family doesn’t stoop to such filth!” His voice rose, trembling with fury, as though shouting loud enough would make it true. “I believe them, not the nonsense coming from someone like you.” “Ah, what a joke. No wonder your children turned out like that,” I said with a frown. “Do you even know what they’ve done to other women? All because of your daughter’s obsession with
Nathaniel “The surgery was a success,” I said gently, watching as the old woman’s eyes widened with relief. “He’ll recover well, but you’ll need to take care of him. Make sure he rests, follows the guidelines, and comes in for his check-ups.” For a moment, she didn’t say anything. Her lips trembled, her hands shaking as they clutched the edge of her shawl. Then tears spilled down her cheeks, and she stepped forward, her voice cracking. “Thank you, Doctor Nathaniel. Thank you so much! You’ve saved his life. I don’t… I don’t know how to repay you.” I shook my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. “No need to thank me,” I said softly. “It’s my duty to save lives. That’s all that matters.” She cried harder, and before I could stop her, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. For a second, I hesitated, unsure how to react, but I patted her back gently. When she finally let go, she stepped back, wiping her tears. I smiled, giving her a reassuring nod. “It's okay.
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,