تسجيل الدخولI watched him in horror as he plunged his silver dagger into my brothers heart while keeping eye contact with me. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as my brother struggled with his life, "Please let him go" I pleaded tearfully. He stared at me coldly before he cackled wickedly saying "I thought you said you are ready to accept me the way I am wife, this is the real me do you still want me? it's not like you have a choice I am your husband". Yes he was my husband, the ruthless and heartless european mafia Lord who doesn't give a fuck about anybody's feeling. ***** In the dark underworld of mafia rule, 18 year old Aurora is ruthlessly sold to the feared Lord Logan Drew, who harbors secrets and hidden agenda. As she navigates the landscape of Logan's mansion she was forced to obey his every command. Aurora struggles to adapt to her new life as a captive in Logan's opulent mansion. Will she find a way to survive in the treacherous world of her new owner, or will she succumb to the darkness that surrounds her?.
عرض المزيدAurora’s POV I stepped out of the kitchen and immediately slowed down when I saw Marissa. She was sitting confidently on the sofa. Did she appear from the space? If I hadn’t seen her before, I would have thought it was a ghost. There was no sound of her arrival, just her presence suddenly filling the room like she had always been there. This was the first time I was seeing her and Logan in the same space, and it didn’t take long to notice something was wrong. Logan wasn’t welcoming her, not even trying to pretend. His posture was controlled, but there was tension in it, he clearly didn’t want to show too much of his... should I call it hatred? Diva was completely gone. Just minutes ago she was in this same house, acting like she belonged, like she owned the place next to him, and now she had vanished so cleanly it almost felt intentional. That alone told me everything I needed to
Aurora’s POV I didn’t move from the door. It was easier pretending the wood between us meant something than admitting it didn’t. I told myself I stayed because I wanted to. Because I chose not to run again. But the truth was messier than that. Running didn’t feel like freedom anymore. It felt like repeating the same mistake in different places, different rooms, same fear following me anyway. So I stayed still and called it control. Nothing about me felt like it used to. I could still remember who I was before all this, but it felt distant now, like trying to hold onto a version of myself that didn’t survive whatever this was becoming. That girl would have walked out already. She would have said something sharp, something final. I didn’t know how to be her anymore. A knock came. “I know you’re in there,” his voice came through the door, I know the knock was just to confirm maybe I am still w
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 feigning concern. “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 wish she was gone because she was getting on my nerves, wasn't it a
Aurora’s POV The 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 du
Aurora's pov The mansion was eerily quiet after the bloodbath. My brother’s body had been taken away by Logan’s men, erased as though he had never existed. But the metallic stench of his blood still clung to the marble floors and my memory, an ugly scar that refused to fade. I didn’t leave my roo
Aurora's povThe ride back was silent. Logan’s hand rested casually on the wheel, his other hand draped across his thigh, stained with blood that wasn’t his. I sat stiffly beside him, my heart pounding like a war drum.I wanted to scream at him. To ask him why. Why had he killed so easily? Why was
Aurora's povI had no sense of time in that place. The light above flickered endlessly, casting the same distorted shadows until I couldn’t tell day from night. My body ached from sitting in the same position, my wrists raw and bleeding from the ropes that held me.And the silence was the worst. Ev
Aurora's povThe next day dawned gray and heavy, as if the sky itself knew the darkness I was about to step into. Logan had been gone all morning, and for a fleeting moment, I thought maybe, just maybe he’d leave me alone. That hope shattered when the bedroom door opened, and he filled the frame li


















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