Ethan adjusted his cufflinks as he admired his reflection in the mirror. Tonight was perfect. Another lavish party, another public display of their supposed victory.
He turned to Vanessa, who was draped in an expensive silk gown, her diamond necklace shimmering under the golden chandeliers of the grand ballroom. She clinked her champagne glass against his, her lips curling into a smug smile.
“To us,” Vanessa purred.
“To us,” Ethan echoed, taking a slow sip of his drink.
Vanessa chuckled. “Aurora for sure didn’t see this coming. It’s been what? Two weeks and she haven’t shown her face to anyone.”
Ethan smirked. “She might have accepted her fate already. She shou
Aurora sat in her office, staring at the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The faint hum of the bustling metropolis filled the air, but inside her office, there was nothing but silence, thick with the weight of recent events.Everything was back in place. The chaos Ethan and Vanessa had caused was finally contained, and LIT was hers again.But Aurora wasn’t just interested in taking back what belonged to her. She wanted to ensure that Ethan and Vanessa paid for every betrayal and scheme they had orchestrated.She leaned back in her chair, fingers drumming against her desk as Beth walked in, tablet in hand.“All accounts have been frozen, and Calloway Enterprises is now under your control,” Red reported. “Since you were already a major shareholder before the attempted takeover, it was easy to seize full ownership once Ethan was arrested.”Aurora smirked. Too easy.“What about the employees?” she asked, keeping her tone businesslike. “I don’t want them suffering because
The courtroom buzzed with hushed whispers as the trial for Ethan Calloway reached its final stage. The air was thick with anticipation, the weight of judgment pressing down on everyone inside. Reporters lined the back rows, their pens poised, waiting for the moment that would decide Ethan’s fate.Aurora sat at the plaintiff’s table, her posture composed, but inside, she could feel her heart pounding. She had spent weeks preparing for this moment, gathering every piece of evidence, ensuring that justice would be served. Ethan had done more than just betray her—he had tried to destroy her.Across the courtroom, Ethan sat with his defense attorney, his expression carefully schooled into one of innocence. He had been playing the victim for weeks, spinning lies about how Aurora had manipulated him, how she was using their past relationship to ruin him.But the evidence said otherwise.Aurora clenched her hands together, inhaling sharply as the judge re-entered the courtroom and took his
Aurora walked down the long marble hallway of the courthouse, her heels clicking against the polished floor. The trial was over. Ethan was sentenced. Justice had been served. And yet, a strange sense of numbness filled her chest. It wasn’t the overwhelming victory she had imagined. It was just… an ending.Beside her, Lucian walked at an even pace, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit. His presence was steady, grounding her in a way she didn’t realize she needed."You did it," he said, breaking the silence between them. His voice was low, filled with something close to admiration. "You stood your ground and won. Ethan’s exactly where he deserves to be."Aurora let out a slow breath. "I know." She glanced at him, offering a small smile. "But why doesn’t it feel as satisfying as I thought it would?"Lucian tilted his head slightly as if he understood. "Because people like Ethan don’t just disappear after a verdict. The damage they caused… it lingers." He paused. "But y
Lucian opened the car door of Aurora. “I’ll join you later. Let’s have a dinner as a celebration.”Aurora smiled. Lucian had been supporting her since the beginning. And she was happy learning that he didn’t leave her.“Sure. I will wait for you in your house.”“Okay.”Aurora entered the car and Lucian closed it. As soon as she sat in the car seat. She felt the exhaustion pressing down on her like a heavyweight.The trial had ended, Ethan was behind bars, and Vanessa was scrambling to regain control of the narrative. But it wasn’t over. Not really. She still has a lot to deal with.She sighed
A dull ache pounded at the back of Aurora’s head as she slowly regained consciousness. Her vision blurred, darkness stretching in every direction as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.Where am I?Panic struck her like a bolt of lightning when she realized she couldn’t move.Her wrists and ankles were tied to the bed. The rough texture of the rope bit into her skin as she struggled against it, but it wouldn’t budge. Her breathing turned ragged, heart hammering against her ribs as fear clawed its way up her throat.The air in the room was thick with the scent of dust and something metallic—blood?Her pulse spiked.The sound of a creaking do
“Then, you will help me instead.”Aurora frowned. “What do you mean?”Aurora’s muscles tensed as the man stood beside the bed. His jaw was tight, but there was no longer any malice in his eyes—only something raw, something desperate.“I… never wanted to do this,” he finally said, his voice quiet, yet filled with an unspoken weight.Aurora narrowed her eyes, still on high alert. “Then why? What is your name?”Nico exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He seemed to be warring with himself, struggling between duty and conscience.“My name… is Nico. I was just desperate.”
The drive to the hospital was tense, filled with silence thick enough to cut through. Aurora sat in the backseat with Carla, who rested weakly against her shoulder. The girl’s breathing was shallow, her fragile body barely able to stay upright.Every few minutes, Aurora would glance down at her, her heart twisting painfully at the sight.“We’re almost there,” she murmured, gently squeezing Carla’s cold fingers.Carla managed a weak smile, her lips barely moving. “Thank you, Miss Aurora…”Aurora smiled back, brushing Carla’s damp forehead. “Just Aurora. And don’t thank me yet. Save it for after you’re healthy.”Nico remained silent in the driv
The soft beeping of the monitors filled the quiet hospital room. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, but Aurora had gotten used to it over the past few days. She sat on a chair beside Carla’s bed, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from the girl’s forehead. Carla was still asleep, her small body looking fragile under the hospital sheets.Aurora sighed and leaned back, exhaustion evident in her posture. She hadn’t left Carla’s side since the surgery. The doctors said she was stable, but Aurora wouldn’t feel at ease until the girl opened her eyes and spoke.Nico stood by the window, watching Aurora’s every move. His arms were crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. He had spent most of his life distrusting people like her—rich, powerful, untouchable. But seeing Aurora take care of Carla with such gentleness, without expecting anything in return, was something he hadn’t been prepared for.He felt guilty.This woman—the same woman he had kidnapped—was now saving h
Aurora barely had time to think as she rushed through the grand hallway, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Every second felt like an eternity, and every breath was filled with a sense of urgency. Loyd was out there, somewhere, trapped in the hands of a man she had thought was long dead.Lester Aldric.The name sent a shiver down her spine. She had spent the last few hours wrestling with the shock of it, but there was no time for hesitation now. If what Red had found was true, then Lester was alive, and he was the one behind her son’s kidnapping.She clutched her phone tightly in her hand as she stormed toward the front door. She was going to end this.But just as she reached the entrance, the heavy doors swung open, and Lucian stepped inside.Aurora’s breath hitched.Lucian was dressed in a sharp black suit, his tie loosened slightly as though he had rushed here. His golden eyes immediately locked onto her, dark with intensity. The moment he saw her standing there,
Aurora hadn’t slept for hours. The weight of the situation had turned her mind into a whirlwind of thoughts, none of them bringing any comfort. The room felt suffocating, the silence deafening. It was the kind of silence that screamed for answers—answers that she still didn’t have.She sat in front of her laptop, staring at the screen as Red’s interface blinked at her, its cheerful emoji face betraying the severity of the situation.“Find him, Red. Find Loyd,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from the strain of the past 24 hours.Her hands moved across the keys, the same commands over and over again. Every search, every trace led to a dead end. Loyd’s whereabouts were still a mystery. The police were still investigating, but they had no leads. No clues. The frustration gnawed at her like a beast trying to break free from its cage.Every second felt like an eternity. Every thought was a question. Where is my son?Her mind wandered to the last time she’d held him, kissed his forehead, t
Aurora sat in the living room, her hands gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The room was filled with police officers, their radios buzzing, their voices low but urgent as they coordinated the search for Loyd.But it wasn’t fast enough.Nothing was fast enough.Her baby was missing.Her heart pounded erratically in her chest, her breathing uneven.Loyd.Where was he? Was he scared? Was he crying for her?The thought made her stomach churn.She forced herself to stay strong. She couldn’t afford to fall apart—not now.Taking a shaky breath, she pressed the call button.Lucian picked up on the first ring.“Aurora,” he said, his voice sharp, controlled—but she could hear the underlying panic.“It’s Loyd,” she choked out.“I know.”There was silence for a brief moment. Then—“I’ll handle it.”Aurora clenched her jaw. “We need to tell the police—”“No.” Lucian’s voice was firm, cutting her off.She frowned. “Lucian, they can help—”“They won’t,” he bit out. “They’l
Lucian clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he paced his office.His plan had failed.Aurora knew everything now.He had wanted to protect her—to handle this mess before she ever found out. But now, the fragile trust they had rebuilt was at risk of shattering.Lucian slammed his fist against his desk, his chest heaving.Damn it.He never wanted to invest in CRS Holdings. Never wanted to be involved with Don Ramon again. But the old man had forced his hand. Blackmail.If Lucian hadn’t complied, Don Ramon would have unleashed something far worse.And now?Now, he was losing Aurora.A bitter taste filled his mouth as he grabbed his suit jacket. He couldn’t let this continue.He had made a mistake, but he could still fix it.He was going to see Don Ramon.And this time, he was cutting ties for good.—Don Ramon sat comfortably in his leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gray eyes gleamed with amusement as Lucian stormed into his office.“Well, well,” the older
Aurora’s heart pounded as she watched Red process her request. The AI’s animated face flickered for a few seconds before its voice chimed through her AirPods.“Scanning for data… Please wait, Master.”Her grip on the iPad tightened.She didn’t know what she was expecting. Maybe she wanted Red to tell her that this was all a mistake—that Don Ramon was still locked away where he belonged. That someone was playing a sick joke on her.But she knew better.The locket in the black box had been real. And Don Ramon wouldn’t send something like that unless he wanted her to know he was free.Minutes passed in tense silence. Aurora sat frozen at her desk, her mind racing.She had spent years trying to rebuild her life after everything he had done. She had buried the past. She had fought through her pain, through her anger, and finally, she had found peace.But now?Now, he was back.Red’s voice pulled her from her spiraling thoughts.“Search complete! Displaying results now.”Aurora’s screen fli
For days, Aurora had refused to speak to Lucian. She had seen his messages, the calls he left unanswered, but she ignored them all.It wasn’t that she had decided to cancel the wedding. No, she still wanted to marry him. But she needed time to think.The past still hurt.Because of Don Ramon, she lost her father. Because of him, their family had nearly lost everything.And worst of all, her mother had suffered the most. It had taken years for Carmela to even tolerate Lucian’s presence in their lives, and that was only because of her and Loyd.If Carmela found out that Lucian had kept Don Ramon’s release a secret?Aurora clenched her jaw. She would be devastated.She thought she had reached her limit. That nothing could make this worse.But then—a package arrived.A small black box, wrapped in a blood-red ribbon.At first, she thought it was a wedding gift. A well-wisher, perhaps. Or maybe even Lucian, trying to make amends for what he had done.But the moment she opened it, a wave of
Aurora clutched the glass of wine in her trembling hands, staring blankly at the city lights beyond Rebecca’s penthouse window. The night sky stretched endlessly before her, but all she could feel was the suffocating weight pressing against her chest.Tears streamed down her face, hot and relentless. She wiped them away furiously, but they kept falling.“I should’ve known,” she whispered, voice hoarse.Rebecca, sitting across from her on the couch, crossed her arms, her expression hard. “You’re damn right you should’ve.”Aurora flinched at the sharpness in her friend’s tone. Rebecca never sugarcoated anything, but tonight, she wasn’t just blunt—she was angry.“Do you realize what this means, Aurora?” Rebecca continued, leaning forward. “That man—Don Ramon Blackwood—he ruined your life. He manipulated Lucian. He almost destroyed everything. And now he’s just… out?” She scoffed, shaking her head. “And Lucian didn’t even tell you?”Aurora swallowed the lump in her throat. “He said he w
Aurora stormed into Blackwood Enterprises, her heels clicking against the marble floors with purpose.The moment she stepped inside, the receptionist and employees turned to look at her. Some murmured in hushed tones, but she ignored them.She was furious.Lucian had been keeping something this important from her.Her hands clenched at her sides as she took the elevator up to the executive floor. The doors opened, and she stepped out, heading straight for Lucian’s office.“Ma’am—” Lucian’s secretary, Janine, started, but Aurora had already pushed the door open.Lucian was standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, a phone pressed to his ear. At the sound of the door slamming shut, he turned, his blue eyes narrowing slightly when he saw her.“I’ll call you back,” he muttered, ending the call.Aurora stood there, arms crossed, anger simmering beneath the surface. “How long?”Lucian sighed, already knowing what she meant. “Aurora—”“How long have you known?” she demanded, her voice shak
Aurora barely had a moment to breathe.Between wedding preparations and handling company affairs, her days had turned into a whirlwind. But for the first time, she didn’t feel pressured.This wedding was different.It wasn’t an obligation, a contract, or a forced responsibility. This time, it was hers. It was theirs.She had chosen this path with Lucian because she loved him, and every detail of the ceremony reflected that. From the floral arrangements to the venue selection, everything felt magical.But even as she juggled everything, there was still work to do. Today, she had an important media interview representing the company, ensuring investors and clients that the transition of leadership under her and Lucian remained stable.Aurora arrived at the studio dressed in a tailored beige suit, exuding confidence. She had done countless interviews before, so she thought she was prepared.She was wrong.The first half of the interview went smoothly. The questions were professional—abou