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Aurora's POV
"You may now kiss the bride"
I heard the priest say. I excitedly looked at those beautiful piercing blue eyes that stared at me, they belonged to my husband, Damien. He had a small smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss me. I could hear people cheer on in the background, my parents, his parents, our friends and family. They were all here to celebrate us.
I closed my eyes as he got closer, waiting for those rosy pink lips to touch mine.
"Aurora!" I heard someone call my name aggressive but ignored it. This wasn't the time, I was going to kiss my new husband, Damien.
"Aurora get up now!" I heard that agitating voice again and suddenly felt cold. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't met with Damien's dreamy blue eyes, instead what stared back at me was a pair off angry black eyes that belonged to none other than my mother in law, Eleanor Sinclair.
I looked around to see that I was in bed. It turned out that I had been dreaming, again. It was all just a dream, there was nothing truly happy about my life. I was back to this depressing, gloomy world.
"What are you still doing in bed you lazy woman! It's past 7 and I still haven't had dinner. You dare lay there wasting time while your husband is working so hard to feed you and this family" Eleanor sneered at me in anger.
She was Damien's mother, my dream wasn't exactly a dream. In reality, I was really married to Damien, however our marriage was far from happy. It was more of a nightmare than a dream.
"B.. but the chef-"
"You're not paying him are you? You don't have a dollar to your name and you're certainly not in the position to ask any chef to make a meal for you. Now get off that bed and make me dinner" She said and stormed off.
I let out a sigh after Eleanor left the room. My eyes caught the frame that was hanging by the corner in that room. In it was a picture of Damien and I in our wedding clothes. He held me with a little smile while I grinned brightly like I was the luckiest girl in the world.
Well... I used to be the luckiest girl in the world, until I lost my parents. The thought made my heart shatter into pieces again. My parents were influential and wealthy multimillionaires. They owned a tech company that they built together and I was their only child. Life with my parents was a dream, I was set to inherit the Vale company and had everything I ever needed. I was spoiled rotten as a child while growing up.
Like every other girl, I had the biggest crush on Damien who was the heir to the Sinclair multimillion company. Our parents saw our match as something that would benefit both sides and quickly arranged for us to get together.
I was the most excited, telling everyone I would be Damien's wife, after all, he was the most handsome, richest and most sought after bachelor in the country. Damien on the other hand was as cold and nonchalant as anything. Although he didn't oppose marrying me, he never showed any love or affection.
I didn't mind, I was in love and felt like showering him with love would make him love me back, it didn't. I was living a dream until my parents died in a car crash two months after my wedding.
My whole world came crashing down in that moment as I totally fell apart. I had lost the only family that I knew, I had no siblings and wasn't close to my cousin. My parents were my only family and I lost them both in one bloody night. To make matters worse, my uncle, Gregory Vale, came with the will. And to my greatest shock, my parents left nothing but a cheap pendant to my name. They had willed all their properties and money to him, Gregory.
I was in shock and was completely devastated by both this revelation and the loss of my parents. However, my husband who was supposed to comfort me didn't even spare me another glance.
He acted like I didn't exist and things soon turned from bad to worse as the Sinclair family saw me as baggage. My marriage to Damien was planned because I was the heiress to the Sinclair company and could bring them some benefits. But now that it was revealed that I had nothing to my name, they saw me as useless and all the dreams I had about being married to Damien soon turned into nightmares.
I pulled myself off the bed and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Eleanor. Although Damien was a multimillionaire, I had nothing, not even a dollar to buy a pen. His family treated me like a servant and made me work to earn every penny they spent on me.
"Good evening Madam, what would you like us to prepare tonight?" The head chef greeted me respectfully. I was thankful for the kind staff in the mansion who continued to treat me kindly.
"Don't worry sir, I want to make dinner myself" I said, he looked a bit disappointed and conflicted but briefly nodded and left the kitchen.
Although I wasn't raised to do any work, I wasn't even allowed to dress myself up as I grew up with incredibly rich parents who provided everything I needed, I still took an interest in cooking and learnt culinary skills as a hobby. Now I was forced to cook every time by Eleanor who refused to acknowledge my skills.
After an hour in the kitchen, I made barbecue chicken and Alfredo pasta. I checked the time and it was already past eight. Damien still wasn't back from work. I packed extra food and decided to drive down to his office to give him dinner.
Even though he wasn't being a good husband and allowed me to be maltreated by everyone, I still decided to devote myself to him and love him.
I got to his office building which he owned no time and took the private elevator that took me straight to his office floor. The desk before his office which belonged to his secretary was empty and instead, his P.A, Ray stood there.
"Good evening Ray" I called and he looked up at me. He looked both surprised and nervous on seeing me.
"Oh.. Madam, why are you here? It's so late" he asked with a polite smile.
"Well I figured Damien must be working late, I decided to bring dinner for him, it's home cooked" I added with a smile, walking towards him.
"Oh.. well I... I will make sure to deliver it to him" he attempted to take the food but I refused and walked past him.
"No, it's fine, I will give him myself" I tried to pass but he stopped me.
"Master Damien has asked not that be disturbed" he said nervously and I frowned.
"Why-"
"Oh Damien!" I heard a loud moan from his office and both I and Ray froze.
The keys felt heavy in my hand as I stood outside the house, the old Victorian with its wraparound porch and climbing roses, the same roses my mother used to tend every morning before breakfast. I hadn't been here in years, not since before everything fell apart, not since before my parents died and Gregory stole everything. I'd driven past it a few times since moving back to Sacramento, but I'd never stopped. I'd never been able to bring myself to walk up those steps and open that door.But now it was mine again.The court had awarded it back to me, along with everything else Gregory had stolen. It had taken months of legal battles, endless paperwork, and more sleepless nights than I could count. But it was finally done. The house was mine. My parents' house. My childhood home.I unlocked the door and pushed it open. The smell hit me first, old wood and dust and the faint trace of lavender that always lingered in the air, the same lavender my mother used to dry and hang in the kitche
Weeks passed and slowly things began to change.I didn't notice it at first, not consciously. I was too busy with work, too busy with Arya, too busy trying to put my life back together after the trial. Gregory was gone. The case was over. I should have felt free. I should have felt relieved. But I didn't. I just felt... empty. Like I'd spent so long fighting that I didn't know what to do with myself now that the fight was over.The days blurred together. I'd wake up, get Arya ready for school, go to work, come home, make dinner, put Arya to bed, and then sit in the dark living room staring at the wall until I was tired enough to sleep. It was a routine, a safe one, one that didn't require me to think about anything beyond the next task. And for a while, that was enough.But then there was Damien.He kept showing up. Kept trying. It was subtle at first, almost invisible. Flowers on my desk at work, nothing extravagant, just a small bouquet of daisies or a single rose in a simple vase.
Damian sat in his office, staring at the stack of paperwork on his desk without really seeing it. His mind was still back at the hospital, still replaying the image of Eleanor in that bed, still hearing Vanessa's voice screaming at him through the door of her apartment. He rubbed his face with both hands and tried to focus. He couldn't.The door burst open without warning.Vanessa stood there, disheveled and desperate, her hair a tangled mess and her clothes wrinkled like she'd been wearing them for days. Her eyes were red and wild and her hands were shaking as she stepped into the room."Vanessa." He stood up. "What are you doing here?""I came to talk." She slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the office. "I came to make you understand.""Understand what?""That you can't just walk away from me. That you can't just throw me away like garbage."He walked around his desk, keeping his distance. "We talked about this. It's over. I told you—""I don't care what you told
It was finally the dash of my case with Gregory.I sat in the courtroom, my hands clasped together on the table in front of me, my palms sweaty, my heart pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. The room was packed with people I didn't recognize, reporters with their notepads, Gregory's family sitting on the other side of the aisle with their eyes cold and their faces hard, and I didn't look at them because I couldn't, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me scared.Caleb sat beside me, calm and steady, his hand resting on the table like he wasn't nervous at all, and he leaned over and whispered, "You ready?"I nodded, not trusting my voice.Gregory sat at the defendant's table, his expensive suit pressed and his hair perfectly combed, looking like he didn't have a care in the world, like he'd already won. I wanted to scream at him, wanted to make him feel even a fraction of the fear he'd made me feel all these years.The judge entered and we stood and the proceedings b
THIRD PERSON Damian stood in the hospital corridor, his back against the wall, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead and the smell of antiseptic burned his nose and he couldn't stop staring at the door that led to his grandmother's room. His mind was a mess of fear and anger and guilt, all of it tangled together until he couldn't tell which was which.The doctor came out a few minutes later, her face tired, her voice measured. "Mr. Sinclair. Your grandmother is out of danger."He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "But?""She's in a coma. Her heart gave out and she's been through a lot. We're hopeful she'll wake up, but it could be a week. Maybe longer.""A week?""At least. Her body needs time to recover. We're doing everything we can."He nodded, his jaw tight, his hands clenching into fists inside his pockets. "Can I see her?""For a few minutes. She's stable."He walked into the room and the sight of her hit him like a punch t
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