Natalie slumped against the wall, gasping, one trembling hand reaching for her throat.Her lips parted in disbelief, but no words came.Just silence.The hallway felt colder somehow. Emptier, even.She stared at the place where he had just stood, where his cold back had disappeared seconds ago—like he hadn’t just snapped. Like he hadn’t just looked at her like she was nothing.This was the first time she had seen him like that.Grayson Moore had always been cruel in a quiet way. Distant. Calculated. He wielded silence like a knife.But this? That flash of rage in his eyes, the raw fury in his voice, the way his hands had gripped her throat without hesitation—That wasn’t the man she knew.He had lost control. And not for her.It was her—Nata
Grayson lay on his side, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other resting uselessly between them, caught in the empty space that somehow felt too loud. The early morning light crept in through the curtains, casting a soft, golden hue that slowly traced its way across Auroraâs face like a quiet intrusion, uninvited yet welcome.She was still fast asleep, her breathing even, her expression peacefulâso completely untouched by the storm that gnawed relentlessly inside him.He told himself not to move. Not to reach out. Not to want.But his hand didnât listen.Like it had a mind of its own, it movedâhesitant but drawn, and slowly brushed away a loose strand of hair from her cheek. His fingers lingered, betraying him further, tracing the delicate curve of her face as if he were memorizing something he knew he shouldnât want, but couldn't help needing.Damn it.He hated how easily his body betrayed him around her.His brainâthe same one that had been sharpened for strategy, revenge, and
Aurora instinctively raised her hand and pressed it against his chest, trying to push him away. Her heart still racing wildly against her ribs, not just from fear but from the overwhelming tension between them.ââBut Grayson seized her small hands effortlessly, locking her in his grip. His touch was firm, his warmth seeping through her skin like fire.ââAurora struggled lightly, gathering enough courage to whisper, âThis isnât right⊠You have a fiancĂ©e...âââHer voice was soft but trembling, the weight of the truth pressing heavily between them.ââFor a moment, Grayson didnât move. His jaw tightened as he stared down at her, the shadowed light illuminating sharp lines across his handsome face. A sharp glint flashed on his eyesâ something raw and untamed.ââIt wasnât just anger. It was deeper than that, something that scared even him.ââGraysonâs hands tightened around hers as if her words had triggered a storm inside him. He wasnât angry at her. He was furious at himself â furio
Aurora sat quietly on the edge of the couch, her hands folded on her lap, feeling out of place among the soft fabrics and elegant boxes. The gowns shimmered under the natural light illuminated from the chandeliers above the high ceiling, each of them so delicate and expensive-looking that she didnât even want to touch them.ââNatalie was seated comfortably next to her, graceful as always, her legs crossed and her fingers skimming through the flowing fabric of an emerald gown. She smiled every now and then as she held up a dress and turned it slightly to show its details to the assistant standing nearby. Her voice was soft, her tone casual, but Aurora could feel something else beneath itâlike thorns hidden under silk.ââEvery now and then, Natalieâs eyes would glance toward her. Quick, subtle. But not warm.ââThere was no kindness there, not really. Only something faint and cold, like a warning wrapped inside a smile.ââAurora kept her gaze low. She didnât belong here. She didnât b
Edith stood outside Aurora's room. The young lady was standing before her canvas in a melancholic aura, gently stroking paint across the white surface. She didn't know about art, but one thing she observed from her masterpieceâAurora was pouring all her pain into that painting. Edith couldn't help but feel a faint jolt in her heart.ââPoor Aurora. She just wished that this young woman would be set free by Grayson. She's innocent to whatever her real father did to the Moore family. She shouldn't be dragged into this cruel situation. Aurora didnât deserve it.ââEdith let out a quiet sigh before she opened her mouth. "Aurora, would you like to come down for breakfast? They're waiting for you," she said in a slightly gentle tone.ââAurora turned to her and smiled faintly, but it didnât reach her eyesâunlike before. Her eyes had lost their spark.ââ"I will come down when I'm hungry. Let them have their meal first," she responded softly.ââ"But you didnât have dinner last night. Do you
His storming thoughts were interrupted by the sharp ringing of his phone. With an irritated huff, he snatched it from his desk without glancing at the screen. It was a call from Dylan.âWhat?â His voice was clipped and cold, carrying the weight of his unresolved fury.âWhy do you sound so pissed this late at night? Isnât Natalie in Sunnydale? I thought you two were enjoying your little romantic getaway,â Dylan teased with a chuckle. Grayson could already picture the damn smirk on his face.He still has the audacity to joke around? It only made his irritation flare hotter.âCut the crap. If youâre not bringing me something useful, Iâm hanging up,â Grayson warned, his tone sharp and merciless.âAlright, alright. No need to bite my head off,â Dylan replied, still chuckling. âBack to business. I received invitations from Titanium Crest Corporation. Victor Hensley is hosting his annual banquet tomorrow night. You and Natalie are both on the guest list.âGraysonâs gaze darkened slightly. V