LOGINShe had just placed her phone on the table when there was a knock on the door. She said, “Enter,” and a man in his forties stepped inside. He wore a black tailcoat and a hat, with a few strands of white hair on his head. He entered and bowed in front of her.“Good morning, Madam. I’m the butler of the Whitmore mansion. My name is William Smith, but please, you can call me Will, as the master does.”Aurora looked up with a slight smile, appreciating the cordial yet unpretentious tone.“Thank you, Will. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”“The pleasure is mine, Madam. If there is anything you need or wish to know about the house, please don’t hesitate to ask. We all look forward to making your stay as comfortable as possible. The master asked me to show you the house.”“A tour of the house would be very much appreciated. Thank you.”“Of course, Madam,” Will replied with a small nod. “Please, follow me.”They walked down a long, dimly lit corridor. It was filled with portraits, each gaze heavi
Some minutes later, Michael was done leaving the place for Aurora to take her own bath. She immediately bathed and, covering herself with a towel, walked into the room just across and took out a black dress and wore it. Then she carefully took care of her hair. When she was done, she got out of the dressing room. He stared at her for what felt like minutes, then stretched out his hand and said, “Come, let's go and take breakfast.” She got up from her seat, showing no intention of taking it. True, he was her husband, but for the moment they were just strangers bound by a marriage contract.Michael placed his hand back in his pocket. He didn’t feel at all offended. He opened the door and walked out. Aurora followed suit, her eyes not looking left or right but fixated on Michael’s back. They walked until they reached the stairs and descended them. He guided her into the dining room, where he helped her to sit on his right, and he took the head. When he was comfortable, he clapped his han
He felt her shiver and removed his coat, draping it on her, and then he picked her up and placed her on his laps, her head resting on his chest. He looked at her for a while before looking at the window. The car drove for hours more before reaching the manor. They entered a huge gate, then drove for a few minutes more before stopping in front of the entrance to the house. Many men were all lined up, waiting for the master of the house to grace them with his presence.Michael got out of the car, Aurora in his hands. All the men bowed down while greeting, “Welcome back, Master.”Michael ignored them and strode in with his wife, leaving all the men perplexed, question marks expressed on their faces. ‘Who is that woman?’Michael strode into the house. It was luxurious; the decoration was simple. All the living room furniture was either purple or white, while the walls were all white. He immediately climbed the steps; his bedroom was at the end of the corridor. He entered the room and plac
The ones with the lowest income earners are not counted, but socialites are ranked from A to C, and the Greyharts family falls among the class B socialites, while the Noels family are ranked among class C.Vicky knows him so well because her father forced her to memorize the face of people she cannot afford to offend, and so, if she is coming from class B socialites, then the Romano family are out of her league — the type you can only meet once in a lifetime — but her friend got married to the sole young master of the Romanos. One thing she is sure of is that Aurora’s peaceful life will be gone.They stayed in silence until Aurora’s stomach grumbled. That is when she remembered that she didn’t have breakfast. Vicky smiled while shaking her head; she immediately signaled for Aurora to go and wash herself while Vicky busied herself in the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, Aurora was at the table gobbling the food as if it was her last.Vicky, looking at her side: “Why are you eating so fas
He immediately arrived in front of them, and his eyes instantly fell on Aurora. He was stunned— even the plain dress could not hide her allure, especially her striking blue eyes. But under Michael’s murderous gaze, he quickly lowered his head in a hurry.“Greetings, young master. The documents are ready.”Without once raising his head, he opened the file, pointed out the places where signatures were required, and handed it over.Michael took the documents, signed them swiftly, and then passed them to Aurora. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the papers, before finally taking the pen and writing her name. A simple action—yet one that sealed her fate for the rest of her life.Michael turned to her, his voice firm and unyielding.“You’re mine now.”At that instant, Aurora felt as though she had been tricked, though she could not explain why. She pushed the feeling aside.“Now… can I leave?” she asked.Michael studied her for a moment before replying, “Then where must I drop you?”“H
A few hours ago.Aurora was lying on the bed while Michael hovered over her, a malicious grin dancing on his lips as he glanced at the girl beneath him. Her eyes were half-open, gazing back at him with a hazy look. He was mesmerized by them, finding her even more beautiful with the rosy hue tinting her pale white skin. With a predatory grin, he murmured, “From today onwards, you’re only mine.”He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, but there was no reaction from the dazed Aurora—until she suddenly pushed him aside and scrambled out of bed. A hand covering her mouth, panic written all over her face, she rushed into the bathroom. She vomited into the sink and flushed it with water, clutching her head as if she were about to collapse—when a hand caught her wrist and lifted her up.She instinctively rested her head on his shoulder and dozed off. Michael carefully carried her back to the bed, laying her down slowly, afraid she might wake. Seeing that some vomit had splashed onto he







