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.
Nathaniel “Oh, big brother, they attacked us!” Olivia cried dramatically the moment she saw me. She ran straight into my chest, sobbing so loudly she nearly choked. She looked like a complete mess. Her dress looked ripped apart and torn and she looked like a mad woman with there literally being a bald spot on her head that looked like it had been ripped right off. I stood at the entrance of the hospital room, dumbfounded, as I took in the sight before me. Serena was unconscious on the bed.Just moments ago, I’d been speaking with a patient, my mind still reeling from meeting Doctor Aurora. After everything I’d done to finally cross paths with her, she had to meet him—that bastard who nearly injured her. If she had been hurt, imagine the damage it would’ve done to the hospital’s reputation.And yet, all I could think about was the way she looked. Her blonde hair, those clear, bright eyes. And the strange feeling that I’ve met her before. There was something familiar about her, someth
Serena “I see you’re out shopping,” Clarissa said, her left hand on her hip and a smirk tugging at her lips. “My father got the invitation to your husband’s event. I’ll be attending with my family, so it only makes sense that you’re buying new clothes so you wouldn’t want to be overshadowed at your own party.”Her other hand was holding a designer bag, and she sneered at me with a look that could rot milk. Her red hair was pulled into a ponytail so tight, I wouldn’t be surprised if it had fried a few of her brain cells.By now, people had started glancing our way, sensing the drama. Olivia, who didn’t know how to hold down her anger, poked her head out from behind me, her eyes glaring right at Clarissa.I tilted my head to the side and bit my lip, trying hard to fight the urge to insult her entire generation. Because that would suit the careful image I’d crafted for years. “Clarissa,” I said with a sweet smile, “if you were worried about being overshadowed, I’d be more than happy to
SerenaEvery morning, I wake up and look in the mirror grinning like I own the world. And why wouldn’t I? Winners smile. That’s what we do.When you want something badly enough, you don’t just wait around hoping it comes to you. You take it. You claw, bleed, and fuck your sister’s husband if you have to. Because this world isn’t fair. It’s a game. And there are only two kinds of people, winners… and losers.Astrid—my dear, dead sister—was the latter. A loser through and through.“Young madam, Miss Olivia is waiting for you downstairs,” the maid called gently from behind the door.I smiled, still facing the mirror, leaning in to perfect my lipstick. A soft smack of my lips, and I rose to my feet, admiring the reflection that stared back at me.Even after two kids, my body was still flawless. Tight, toned, glowing. Every inch of me radiated power, beauty, and control.Because I had it all.My parents’ love. My darling Nathaniel.And Astrid’s life.I stepped down the staircase, each clic
DamienWhat if Astrid, the woman who shattered my carefully built defenses for a single night, had never truly disappeared?I can’t help but scoff, what a stupid thought but the more I thought about it the more I found myself stumped.My men had done their research. Every report, every scrap of evidence pointed to the fact that she had burned to ashes in that accident. There wasn’t even a body left to bury. And yet, something didn’t sit right.For one, the case had been open and shut. A freak accident. They said a truck had collided with her car while she was distracted. The driver barely survived. Three days after being admitted to the hospital, he vanished. No one batted an eye. Who cared where a middle-aged man who could barely walk disappeared to? I sent Jason to find his family, but they had vanished too. Strange. I would have dug deeper if I cared.But I didn’t.I wasn’t grieving. I wasn’t haunted by loss. I was just… unsettled.Astrid had no right to do what she did to come int
Damien Spending my evening in a supermarket shopping for gifts and flowers wasn’t exactly how I’d pictured my life thirty years down the line. If someone had told me back then that I’d willingly buy a woman flowers, I’d have sent them straight to jail. Yet, there I was, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at a bouquet of roses. Trying my best to ignore Jason, who had apparently forgotten how to behave. He wasn’t shocked, just in awe, already composing the tales he’d spin for Sofia when we got home. But I was stumped. Aurora was a mystery, one I wanted to unravel piece by piece. Finding a flower she’d actually like was turning out to be more of a challenge than I’d expected. And after that heart-to-heart with my grandfather, it was becoming harder to deny that whatever I felt for her was real. Roses or Poises. Elegant or sweet. Doctor Aurora was as elegant as a rose—poised, breathtaking, impossible to ignore. But she had thrones, ones that I wasn’t sure she even knew. But I was so f
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