Ezra "Is that so?" I asked, leaning back against the chair. My gaze flickered to the wall clock, its rhythmic ticking filling the silence in the room. I let out a slow breath, closing my eyes tiredly. “Yes,” came the reply from the other end of the line. “I really hope you do something about it, Ezra. She’s getting closer to the truth. I'm getting worried, what if—” I opened my eyes. “The truth?” I repeated, my tone calm but laced with something heavier, something colder. “There is no truth. Aurora is Aurora and she is a William. That is the truth.” There was silence for a moment before the voice continued. “She asked me to dig out information on them. I have never seen her this serious before.” “As for the information she asked for, give her minor details.” I said, “Keep her distracted, Christopher.” “Okay, I’ll try my best. But you know your sister, Ezra. No one will be able to stop her.” I didn’t respond immediately, letting the weight of his words settle. Then, with
Aurora “I’m telling you, she is scary. I know she might seem perfect, but one look in her eyes and her cold words would make you freeze.” “What did you do? Did you mess something up?” “Of course not. I’ve been a nurse for five years—I don’t make mistakes. I never do. But she was…” The younger nurse lowered her voice. “She didn’t even need to complain. The way she looked at me, the curt remarks—far worse than if she’d yelled.” I stopped in my tracks, their whispered conversation catching my attention as I approached the nurse's station. Who were they talking about? Shaking my head, I stepped forward and reached for the files on the desk. Both nurses froze instantly, their conversation cutting off as if someone had flipped a switch. I flipped through the files, scanning the names until I found the one I was looking for: Mr. Russo. I glanced up at the older nurse, “Have you taken Mr. Russo’s BP today?” She straightened, “Yes, Doctor Aurora. His BP was high, but it’s
Aurora The room was silent, so silent I could hear my own heartbeat thundering against my ribcage. It threatened to burst out as if it had a mind of its own. Around me, everyone looked at us. The nurses standing behind me were frozen, their mouths open in shock, their eyes darting between me and the man behind me. Classria composed expression was shattered, her eyes widened in disbelief as if she couldn’t process what she was seeing. Even Mr. Russo looked startled. His brow furrowed, and he blinked once, then twice, like he was trying to make sure his vision wasn’t deceiving him. And I was just as surprised as them. I didn’t need to turn around to confirm it. I didn’t need to see his face. I knew who it was the moment I felt his arm wrap around me. That voice, that scent—it was definitely him. The man I couldn’t seem to forget no matter how hard I tried. My breathing hitched, my mind racing as I processed not just his sudden appearance but the sheer audacity of what he was
Damien I hated crowded places. No one had ever been allowed within six feet of me, and I made sure of that. Anyone who dared touch me, or even get too close, always met their fate. Like I said, getting angry wasn’t my style—but getting even? That was another story. There are always consequences for one’s actions. Touch me, and you’d face something far worse than death. The fear of being alive. I knew these things about myself, just as I knew the rules I’d created and followed my entire life. No one touches me. No one gets close. So why? Why was I standing in an elevator filled with people, their cold, accidental touches brushing against me? And why didn’t it bother me the way it used to? I glanced at her. Was it because of her? This woman. What has she done to me? Her body pressed firmly against mine in the cramped elevator. She stood in front of me, her back brushing against my chest, her scent wrapping around me like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. Everyone e
Aurora I had been tempted, tempted all over again like a loop by this man. Every time, I told myself I wouldn’t give in. I gave stupid reasons why I hadn’t yet surrendered to the pull, why I hadn’t let this man take me and fuck me the way I wanted. The reasons were endless—his arrogance, his unpredictable nature, the way he screamed danger. And the most important reason was myself—I didn’t trust any man. I had no idea why. After all, I’d never been heartbroken by one before. Yet, I still found myself limiting the way I communicated with them. But right now? Right now, I couldn’t remember any single reason. His lips were on mine, firm yet gentle, demanding yet soft, and I couldn’t think of anything else. My fingers raked through his soft black hair, the strands sliding between them like silk, pulling him even closer as I kissed him deeply. His hands were on my waist, gripping me tightly as if he were afraid I’d pull away again. This time, I didn’t. His lips lef
Aurora “Then don’t make a sound.” I stared at him, wide-eyed, unable to believe what he’d just said. What was wrong with him? No, what was wrong with me? I could feel the panic rising in my chest as Noah’s voice echoed from the other side of the door, louder this time, more insistent. But Damien didn’t stop. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, his fingers moved faster, deeper, sending jolts of pleasure and panic through me. I gasped softly, my hands clutching at his shoulders, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. Why wasn’t he stopping? Why did he look so calm, so unaffected, like the fact that my brother was just outside the door didn’t matter at all? And worse—why was I letting him? My breath hitched as another wave of pleasure rolled through me, my body trembling under his touch. I could feel his gaze on me, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed my face. My body responded to him. Heat pooled low in my belly, coiling tighter and tight
Aurora I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. What could I possibly say? Thank you for giving me the best orgasm of my life? I pressed my lips together, embarrassed even by the thought. Instead, I did what I usually did in uncomfortable situations—I kept quiet. I avoided his gaze, letting my eyes dart anywhere but at him, pretending that the tension between us wasn’t suffocating. Deciding it was time to salvage what little dignity I had left, I stood up from the desk. Or at least, I tried to. The moment my feet touched the floor, my legs buckled beneath me. A rush of warmth spread through my body as I realized I couldn’t feel my legs properly, not after everything he’d just done to me. I stumbled, my balance giving out, but before I could hit the ground, his arms were around me. “Careful,” He muttered, holding me by the waist, and pulling me against him. I looked up at him, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a
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,
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,