Chapter: Chapter 27: I wasn't sure anymore Aurora’s POV)I didn’t know how much longer I could take this.Every time Diva opened her mouth, poison spilled out. Every time Logan spoke, it was a blade and it always cut me.The first argument started small. Something about me not joining breakfast.“She needs to be more social,” Diva said, her voice soft, concerned, fake.“She’s new here,” Logan replied, his tone calm, but his words felt like a verdict. “Maybe you’re right, Diva. She should make more effort.”My blood boiled. “Are you serious?” I snapped. “You know why I didn’t come down”“That’s enough, Aurora.” His voice was like a steel door slamming shut. “Don’t start.”And just like that, the conversation ended with me choking on anger, and Diva smiling like a cat with cream on her whiskers.The next fight was worse.“She ignored me again today,” Diva said one evening, her hand resting so casually on Logan’s arm that I wanted to rip it off.“I didn’t ignore you,” I spat, glaring at her across the living room. “You told the s
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Chapter: Chapter 26: Strength to survive Aurora’s POVThe first day she moved in, I told myself I could handle it. That I could stay calm, act mature, ignore her games. But Diva wasn’t just a storm, she was a hurricane dressed in silk, tearing apart every piece of peace I had left in this gilded cage.It started small. Smiles that didn’t touch her eyes, compliments that stung like poison.“Oh, Aurora,” she’d say sweetly whenever Logan was around, her voice dripping with honey. “You’re so… simple. It’s refreshing, really.”Simple. Refreshing. Like a cheap glass of water next to her expensive wine. Logan never reacted, never corrected her. His expression gave nothing away. And that silence? It burned worse than her words.But when he left the house, her mask slipped.“You’re really not his type, you know,” she said one morning, blocking the doorway to the dining room like a queen guarding her throne. “You should stay in your room. No need to embarrass yourself at breakfast.”I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug crescents i
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Chapter: Chapter 25: NO!Aurora’s POVTwo days. That’s how long I’ve kept my door locked, refusing to face him. Refusing to face the memory of what almost happened the way his lips felt, the hunger in his touch, and the terrifying truth that I wanted it.I buried myself under layers of sheets, ignoring the soft knocks, the trays of food left outside my door, and the shadow that lingered in the hallway at night. Logan didn’t come storming in like I expected. He didn’t break the door or drag me out like a man who believed he owned me. That silence? It was worse than his temper.But peace never lasts in this house. Not with him.The knock today was different light, rhythmic, followed by the creak of the door swinging open without my permission. My head shot up, ready to scream, but the voice that floated in wasn’t his.“Aurora,” Diva purred, stepping in like she owned the place. I sat up, startled. She was stunning as always, dressed in silk the color of blood, her hair a waterfall of glossy black curls, as th
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Chapter: Chapter 24: Say it again Aurora’s POVHis breath was everywhere. On my skin. In my ears. Wrapping around me like a chain I couldn’t break. Steam curled between us, fogging the mirrors, making the room feel smaller, hotter, like the air itself was conspiring against me.Logan’s hand traced down my arm slowly, deliberately, igniting every nerve like wildfire.“Stop trembling,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through my bones. “You wanted to know why I bring you to dark places, why I keep you close… It’s because this world will eat you alive if you don’t belong to someone stronger. And you, Aurora…” His fingers tilted my chin upward, his piercing gaze locking on mine. “You belong to me.”My breath hitched when his lips grazed my temple. A soft kiss, then another, trailing down to my jaw. My heart thundered, traitorous and loud, as heat surged through me like molten metal. I wanted to push him away, scream at him but my body betrayed me. Every inch burned for him, the scent of his cologne making
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Chapter: Chapter 23: Don't want to let goLogan’s POVShe stumbled beside me like a fragile doll as I guided her out of the gala hall. Her soft curls fell messily over her flushed face, eyes glassy from the wine she kept gulping as if it were water. At first, I thought she was doing it out of nerves those jackals in gowns and tuxedos had ripped her apart with their stares but then, when she laughed at something meaningless, I knew she had crossed her limit.“Slow down,” I muttered, tightening my grip on her waist as she nearly tripped.“Don’t tell me what to do,” she slurred, her voice soft yet defiant, like a kitten trying to roar.I exhaled sharply and ignored her little rebellion. This wasn’t the place to argue. Not with cameras everywhere and people waiting for me to slip. My stepmother’s political vultures were probably still circling behind us, wondering how to use tonight against me.The ride home was a blur of silence, punctuated only by her soft hums of an unfamiliar tune. When the car finally pulled into the mansion
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Chapter: Chapter 22: Hold your head highAurora's pov The car ride back from the factory was silent, except for the hum of the engine. My fingers gripped the edge of the seat so hard they ached. I could still smell the blood. See it splattered across the concrete like some grotesque painting. Logan didn’t seem fazed not even a twitch of guilt in his face. He sat like a king on his throne, eyes fixed on the road, one hand resting casually on the wheel as if he hadn’t just executed a man in cold blood. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Why?” I said, my voice barely a whisper. His eyes flicked toward me. “Why what?” “Why do you keep bringing me to… places like this?” I snapped, louder this time. “Why do you drag me into your hell? Do you enjoy watching me squirm?” For a second, I thought he wouldn’t answer. Then, slowly, that dangerous smirk curved his lips. “I want you to get used to it,” he said simply. “Get used to… killing? Torture? Blood on the floor?” My voice cracked. “Get used to me,” he replied, his tone sharp
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