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Chapter 5 : The Secret room.Aurora's POV "Now listen, Volkov—""No," Damian interrupted. "You listen. Miss Quinn is under my care. That makes her untouchable. And you, unfortunately, are approaching the point where you become expendable." He paused, letting that sink in. "Apologize. Now."The ballroom was utterly silent. Everyone watched in anticipation.“ Forgive my manners, Miss Quinn”, Ashford said through his teeth and walked away. I stood there, trembling with emotions I couldn't process. Damian had defended me. Publicly. Against a man with significant business influence. Against someone who could cost him millions.He'd chosen me over his profit."Dance with me," he said softly, guiding me toward the floor.It wasn't a question.Damian pulled me close—close enough that I could feel his heartbeat, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. His hand on my waist felt like fire through the thin fabric of my dress."You're trembling," he observed."You're int

Chapter 4 : The night Gala.My heart raced, “ What is that Simone?”My transmission got choppy and I couldn't hear him clearly again. I cursed under my breath and moved around trying to get a better network.And then the phone went off. I gritted my teeth, trying to stop myself from hauling the phone on the tiled wall.It's you alone against Volkov Corp, Aurora. You have to keep to your vow....I couldn't sleep.The mansion was too quiet, the kind of silence that made your own heartbeat sound like a scream. I lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think about my father's face when he realized everything was gone.Trying not to think about revenge.Around two in the morning, I heard it.A sound. Muffled. Coming from somewhere. My body went rigid. I sat up, listening intently. I heard it again, a low, rhythmic noise that I couldn't quite identify. It wasn't music, neither machinery. Something in between.My curiosity clawed at my head, trying to get the better of

Chapter 3 : Built on blood .I arrived at the office a few minutes before 8am. A grumpy faced woman sat across from me clacking away on her keys.I presumed that she must be Damian's secretary.“ Good morning ma'am. I'm here to see the CEO, I have an appointment with him by 8am”.“ He's in a meeting”, she replied coldly and returned to whatever she was typing.I took a seat on the sofa opposite her desk in the waiting area , trying not to fidget.I watched as Executives trooped in and out of the office with gloom looks on their faces.Of course he was so cruel that literally everyone was afraid of him. It could probably be about what I found yesterday.My watch beeped and I looked at the time. 8:45. I frowned, was this some kind of power play or what?The office door opened and three men walked past me, all of them in tailored black suits. They looked shaken and pale.What had happened there?I glanced at Vivian who was peering at her screen. I wondered how long she'd worked here, pr

Chapter 2: Deep waters... run deep.(The Devil doesn't need saving.)My heart was punching my ribs like it wanted out.I forced myself to turn, and there he was.Damian Volkov.He stood at the entrance of my cubicle like a shadow.. broad, controlled, and dangerous. His hazel eyes were colder up close, cutting into me.I was trapped. No escape route. No room to breathe.I swallowed, dropped my gaze to his suit black, silk, perfect. His tailored suit was well ironed , clinging to his tall frame. And that watch? Yeah. Probably worth my entire salary.“ Mr. Volkov. I…I didn't hear you come in."His gaze skimmed my name tag, then lifted back to my face like it was all a formality.“ Answer the damn question, Miss Quinn. What. Did. You. Find?" The way he said it low, flat and deliberate, sent ice straight down my spine.My brain went into overdrive. Lie or tell the truth?Either could implicate me... Lying too early would be suicide.I went with the truth. For now.I picked up my notepad

Chapter 1: The Funeral Vow.Aurora (Elara's POV).The rain tasted like ash and lies. I stood at the edge of my father's grave, watching strangers pretend to mourn a man they'd been more than happy to destroy. My black dress clung to my skin. Nobody noticed me trembling, they were too busy whispering about who my father had been. "A fraud, they don't last very long.” I heard someone hiss above the low whispers. My chest burned in fury. My father's hand had been cold and pale when they found him. The casket descended into the earth. I didn't cry. Tears felt unnecessary next to what I'd discovered in his hands, the night of his murder. A note with a name sprawled on it, Volkov. Just that. One name. But it meant everything. One man had orchestrated my father's financial ruin, watched as the world framed it as suicide when clearly he'd been murdered. I pulled the note from my pocket, letting the rain soak it further. My father's handwriting blurred beneath my fingertips the last tangibl