Novels by Nonax B

Adrian led her into his private study. The room was cold, modern, and dominated by a massive mahogany desk. On top of it, a sleek black phone was already ringing, the screen flashing with Damian’s assistant’s number.Adrian didn't release her wrist until they were standing right in front of the desk. He picked up the phone, tapped the screen, and placed it on the desk between them on speaker."She's listening, Damian," Adrian said, his voice cold and commanding."Aurora!" Damian’s voice immediately exploded through the speaker. He sounded frantic, angry, and completely stripped of his usual arrogant composure. "Are you out of your mind? What are you doing with my brother? Did he threaten you? Did he force you to go with him?"Aurora looked at the phone, then she looked at Adrian.Adrian was watching her, his dark eyes narrowed, silently waiting for her to say the words they both knew he wanted to hear. He wanted her to say she chose him. He wanted her to show Damian that she was his n

The kiss ended, but Adrian didn’t pull his hands away. He kept his fingers tangled in the hair at the back of her head, forcing her to keep her face close to his. He was breathing heavily, his dark eyes scanning every inch of her face as if checking to see if she was still real, if she was still actually standing in his kitchen."You're shaking," Adrian whispered, his thumb lightly brushing against her temple."You just threatened to put your brother in prison, Adrian," Aurora said, her voice barely steady. Her hands were still flat against his chest, feeling the heavy, rapid thud of his heart. "Of course I'm shaking. You have completely ruined your family. What are your parents going to say? What will the board do when they find out about this?""I don't care about the board, and my parents have nothing to do with this," Adrian said coldly. He finally let go of her hair, but his hand slid down her neck, his fingers resting right over her collarbone, feeling her racing pulse. "I told

Aurora woke up to the sound of birds chirping in the distance, but the room she was in was completely unfamiliar.She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Instead of the old, cracked plaster of the Ashford family mansion, she was looking at smooth, dark wood panels. The bed she was lying in was massive, easily twice the size of her old one, wrapped in the softest black silk sheets she had ever felt.For a second, she forgot where she was. Then, the memory of last night hit her like a tidal wave.Adrian. The debt transfer. The driving through the dark. The cold, modern house in the middle of the woods.Aurora sat up quickly, pulling the silk sheet to her chest. She looked around the massive bedroom. One entire wall was made of glass, showing the thick, green forest outside. The room was beautiful, but it felt like a luxurious prison."You're awake."Aurora gasped, her head snapping toward the corner of the room.Adrian was sitting in a low leather armchair near the window. He was

The drive to Adrian’s private estate was silent, but it was a silence thick with a heavy, restless tension.Aurora sat in the passenger seat of his sleek, black sedan, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She kept staring out the window as the familiar city lights faded, replaced by towering trees and winding, quiet roads. In the driver's seat, Adrian kept one hand firmly on the steering wheel while his other hand rested flat on her thigh. He didn't squeeze or pinch; his hand was just a heavy, warm weight, a constant reminder of his presence. A constant reminder that she wasn't going back.Every time she shifted slightly, his fingers would flex, silently telling her to stay still. He was driving fast, his sharp jaw set in a hard, focused line."Adrian," she said softly, her voice breaking the quiet of the car. "What are we going to tell my father? He’s going to see the name of your firm on his company accounts. He’s going to ask questions.""I’ve already handled it," Adrian replied s

The silence that followed the dull thud of her phone hitting the sofa was absolute.Aurora’s eyes remained wide, fixed on Adrian's face. The screen of her laptop was still glowing in the dimming light of the living room, displaying the digital transfer of her father's massive debt. She was free. Her father was free. The heavy, invisible chains Damian had used to bind her to this cold estate had been shattered in a single afternoon.But as Adrian stood over her, his hand still firmly cupping her jaw, she realized she had only traded one master for another."You shouldn't have turned it off," Aurora whispered, her voice barely a breath. "Damian... if he can't reach me, he will call the house. He will know something is wrong.""Let him call," Adrian said flatly. His thumb swiped slowly across her cheekbone, a possessive, repetitive motion that made her skin tingle. "He is in Chicago. He cannot reach you. He cannot touch you. For the next three days, you do not exist to him. You only exis

By the afternoon, Damian was gone.The house felt larger and emptier the moment his car pulled out of the driveway. Normally, Aurora would feel a sense of relief when he left for his business trips. It meant a few days where she didn't have to walk on eggshells, where she didn't have to listen to his cold, dismissive remarks.But today, the silence of the mansion only made her head hurt.She stood in the center of the grand living room, her arms crossed over her chest. Every corner of the house reminded her of Adrian. She could still feel the phantom pressure of his hand on her wrist, the heavy, dark intensity of his eyes when he told her he wanted to buy her father's debt just to have her.“I am going to make you realize that you belong to me. Not him.”The words repeated in her mind, making her blood run hot. It was crazy. He was twenty-four. He was her husband’s younger brother. For a year, she had genuinely thought of him as a quiet, slightly cold boy who just wanted to be left al