Beneath His Empire ( In Bed With My Father's Killer)

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

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 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 7: Aurora's POV. His voice kept echoing in my ears even though he left minutes ago, "I'll never be the same in your eyes again" Looking at the photos on the wall now, I wanted to rip them apart, but I just stood still... He knew who I was, yet he let me up close... I could barely sleep that night, just staring at the ceiling like it bore answers to my curiosity... The whole evening's events kept replaying itself in my head... The way he had said my name... The way he was looking at me as if he didn't feel sorry... By morning I had to deal with acting normal, pretending like nothing happened... But as I stepped into the kitchen, there he stopped, leaning against the kitchen counter... Tea mug in hand, rolled sleeves, like nothing had happened last night... He glanced at me for a minute and looked away... "Morning," he simply said... "Morning," I said unwillingly... The silence felt awkward, I tried to focus on the coffee machine next to me, but my mind kept drifting,

Chapter 9: Aurora's POV. After I saw the letter I kept wondering, how was I the villain? Were these men playing games with me? I was slowly falling apart silently... Perhaps Damian was right about my dad.Two days had passed since the confrontation but it kept playing in my mind, how could it be that the man I blamed for everything had become a saint and the man I was fighting for was the villain, it kind of felt strange to me. I kept asking myself questions I had no answers to, what if he wasn't? I poured myself a drink knowing I couldn't drink it, as I sipped it, it burned my throat, but the ache in my chest remained, I barely knew who I was anymore.A few minutes later my phone lit up, No name just E... "Why are you drinking alone?" it asked. Great he found me again.. I replied... " What do you want Elias? He didn't respond for about an hour, then I noticed a typing icon and it disappeared again then returned. "I'm trying to get you to see the truth" he replied "What fu