Mag-log inStrong yet gentle lips kissing along my neck slowly bring me from my sleep. Hands were slowly roaming my body, groping me, claiming me possessively. A small moan escapes my lips when fingers pinch my nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through me.
“Good morning, Aurora.” A soft, deep voice calls out. Opening my eyes, I find deep brown eyes watching me.
“Dominic?” I ask, wanting to make sure that it was indeed the right twin in my bed still.
“One and the same, baby.” He confirms, a smirk gracing his lips. I blink, searching for any hint that it may be a lie, but I catch sight of the chain he wore yesterday and sigh with relief.
“Happy to know I am not Liam?” Dominic asks, dipping his head to nip at the sensitive skin of my neck. I moan again, my hands moving to clutch his hair as he kisses and licks along my sensitive skin. He was between my legs, his hard cock pressed against my entrance and I realize that some time between when he climbed into bed after
Looking at the painting on the wall, I take a deep breath and breathe in the smell of the art gallery. Today was my interview for the management position at the local gallery, a decent-sized building next to Lake Ontario. One wall faced the water, letting in all the natural light and a beautiful view of the water itself.The spacious gallery held many paintings from Canadian artists, my favourite being the wall dedicated to indigenous artists here in Canada, where dozens of indigenous paintings were hung.“Sorry I am late.” A strong, feminine voice calls, and I turn to find a woman dressed in a black, knee-length sundress with a dusty rose blazer over top walking towards me, her heels, the same dusty rose as the blazer, clicking on the polished floor.“It’s no problem at all. I was looking at all the beautiful artworks.” I reassure quickly, stepping forward and shaking the offered hand.“They are beautiful, aren’t they?” The woman says, her eyes softening as she looks at the painting
Looking out at the streets of Toronto, my mind wanders to Aurora and what she might be doing. Letting her go live with Mira, knowing she is pregnant with my child, had been the most difficult decision I have ever had to make. But Aurora needed this; she needed to get her freedom back after the way my brother treated her. At least I know she is with someone who helped take down Liam and Sheryl.Without Mira and her hacker connection, we would not have been able to surprise the two scumbags with Sheryl’s TikTok yesterday. We wouldn’t have been able to share the evidence of Liam cheating on Aurora, or the twisted games that Sheryl planned to harm my Norther Lights.“Sir, your mother is on line one.” My secretary’s voice comes over the coms system, and I frown. I had seen the aftermath of my mother striking Liam, leaving a red handprint on my brother’s face. Turning away from the window, I slowly walk to my desk, dreading whatever conversation my mother wants to have. Picking up the phone
Looking around Mira’s small two-bedroom bungalow, I take in the chaotic scattering of house plants on any viable surface, the canvases stacked by the large bay window with an easel holding onto a half-finished project, and the basket of painting supplies beside it.“It’s…” I trail off, shaking my head and laughing. God, was I so used to the spacious mansion that Liam owned that I did not expect such a crammed space to be my new home.“A mess, I know.” Mira finishes, helping me push my suitcases down the hall ahead of me.“But it’s home, and you can help me organize it, miss neat freak.” She continues, teasing me. I laugh again, following her towards what is to be my bedroom, taking in the chaotic splotches of colours on the wall and the random paintings hung in no order. Mira was always the free-spirited out of the two of us, always the one who had no worries when it came to life. If a man told her he no longer loved her, she would shrug and create a painting of her heartbreak, then m
The jet lands in Toronto Pearson Airport around two in the afternoon. By now, I can already feel the jet lag from the shift with the different time zone, and a nice soft bed seems to be calling me. Dominic had taken it upon himself to gather my luggage, much to my chagrin, as I was planning to sneak away and find Mira waiting at arrivals. Unfortunately, it seems this man plans to keep me by his side, and I am left texting my foster sister to say I am stuck with Dominic for the time being.“Are you ready to go?” Dominic asks, his voice coming from behind me. I jump, not expecting him to have gathered our luggage so quickly.“Y-yes, I am.” I stutter out, standing from the comfortable chair that Dominic had made me sit on, telling me to stay here until he returned with our luggage, which now sat on a cart. He smiles at me, the stress of the last week gone from his eyes as he looks so carefree.“Good, I have a driver outside ready to take us home.” He states, motioning for me to follow hi
Staring at the new cellphone I had bought only yesterday, I watch as Sheryl’s live stream begins while reclining back on the soft cushion of the private jet, sipping on the cold glass of Coca-Cola.“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.” She calls with that practice smile as she looks into the screen, her eyes shining with mischief as the cameraman follows her around. This was the account that Mira’s hacker friend had found. One that she had blocked my personal account and kept me from seeing her posts. Posts that made fun of me and shared more explicit details of hers and Liam’s relationship. For months, it seemed like she had been hinting at a big live event that would leave her fans laughing. This event would be my so-called wedding.“As promised, today we have a very important event!” She continues, posing for the camera in her expensive ivory dress. The gems glittered in the light, sparkling every time she moved like twinkling stars. The livestreaming audience was commenting happi
Looking at the sleeping woman beside me, I let out a chuckle as I carefully drive towards the mansion for the last time. Helen had told me that Aurora left the mansion early in the morning, taking a ride-share car and not telling anyone where she was going. I had made a call ordering my men to track her cellphone and quickly found out that she had gone to the bank. I knew about her little side hustle of selling the gifts Liam gave her online, making a fortune off of what she didn’t keep.Liam had been an idiot showering her with gifts, but it was his money he was wasting for Sheryl’s amusement, and Aurora had played him for a fool by taking his gifts with a smile and selling them just as quickly as they came. He never noticed it because he was to enamoured with that snake, but I watched as she steadily sold everything, watched her build that nest egg. I knew she was rich, richer than anyone in Sheryl’s little gang, but she kept it to herself. And yet, I still find myself wanting to gi







