All Chapters of Specially Maid For You : Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

A few minutes passed, but Asher didn’t respond. He only stared at Catherine, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady his breath. “Do you love her, Asher?” Catherine repeated, her voice firmer this time. The silence between them stretched, each second tightening around her chest like a vice. She hated that Asher was keeping his silence for this long. Asher knew he didn’t love Dahlia. That was certain. So why couldn’t he just say it? Why was that simple, two-letter word caught in his throat? Frustrated, he let out a low grunt and snatched his phone from the table. “I’m not doing this, Catherine.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and started walking away. Catherine exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “If you walk away, Asher, you’re only proving me right—that you do love her.” That made him stop. Slowly, he turned back around, stepping toward her until they were face to face. His expression was unreadable, but his next words were sharp enough to cut. “I don’t l

CHAPTER ELEVEN: The Wait Asher walked down the stairs and slumped into a chair at the dining table, exhaustion and frustration etched into his features. He rubbed his temples, letting out a weary sigh as one of the three maids stepped forward to serve him breakfast. Leaning back into his seat, he exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the weight pressing down on him. Across the table, Catherine sat two seats away, buttering her toast with a smug expression. The morning’s menu was a traditional English breakfast. “And a good morning to you,” she said, taking a slow, deliberate bite, clearly amused by his state. Asher barely spared her a glance, as if just now registering her presence. “Morning,” he muttered, his voice gruff as he set his phone down on the table. Catherine’s lips curved into a smirk. “So… how’s the little devil? Still no sign of making an appearance?” she asked, mockery lacing her tone. Asher’s expression darkened. His grip tightened slightly around his coffee cup.

CHAPTER ONE: ON A SACRED NIGHT.AURORA'S POINT OF VIEWIt happened again. He did it again. He hit her. He was on to me next. I had to make a run for it. I was tired of it all. I needed to find solace or else I knew the bruises would be deeper this time. He came back drunk again for the hundredth time. Banging the door, shouting “Let me in!”How could I when I know that he is going to beat the hell out of us if I did. The whole neighborhood was as silent as a graveyard. As it should be at 1:30 a.m. in the morning. It was a time of sleep for every being that crawled the earth. Mere mortals had taken to heed and unearthly beings roamed the night. How could I know if he hasn't been possessed by one of them?He has always been so vulgar. No! He wasn't like this. The incident made him so. There was a time when we were so happy. I still remember those summer days when dad would take us to the beach or those Christmas mornings when we'd build a snowman. Dad used to braid our hair and pancak