Deadly Affair with My Brother In-Law

Aurora POV The dark room was thick with sultry tension; the faint glow from the bedside lamp cast long shadows. I lay sprawled on the bed, defenseless in the heady mix of alcohol and forbidden emotions.The man standing by the edge of the bed unbuttoned his shirt, piercing eyes fixed on me. My vision blurred, but I knew him—my brother-in-law. The very thought should have stopped me, but it didn't.He leaned down, his lips warm and gentle against mine. My breath caught as his kisses became more passionate, his hands leaving trails of fire up and down my arms. Instinctively, my fingers made their way around his back, skimming along skin as I drew him near. His weight leaned against mine, a low sigh escaping from me at his nearness.Six Hours Earlier"I miss you, Dad," I whispered to the void, my hands clamped on the edge of the vanity as silent sobs fell down my cheeks. My hollow, defeated reflection stared back. Before I could wipe them away, clear footsteps sounded from the hall, fol

Aurora had been really cautious while leaving her room. She looked down the hall to make sure no one was around. The cool evening air kissed her skin as she stepped out of the house, her heart beating rapidly. She clutched her purse tightly, her mind preoccupied with Dominic's invitation.But what she did not know was that Patrick had become suspicious. Ever since their confrontation, he had this nagging feeling that Aurora was hiding something—or someone. So he sent one of his most trusted men, Caleb, to follow her.Caleb, a shadow in the night, trailed her silently. He was an expert at remaining unseen, blending into the darkness as Aurora made her way to Dominic's house.Aurora stood outside Dominic’s house, her hand hesitating over the doorbell. She had spent the entire day debating whether she should come. The memory of his lips on hers and the way his touch left traces of fire on her skin made her heart race—but the risk of being discovered made her stomach churn.Before she coul

Aurora POV Dominic set the pancake down, his hands finding my waist again. "I do," he admitted softly.The kiss deepened, and before we knew it, we were lost in each other again. There was the aroma of fresh coffee and pancakes wafting from the kitchen, but my senses reached out for him alone: his hands, clutching me as if I were some sort of treasure; his lips against mine, passionate yet so soft.We were so caught up in each other that we hadn't heard the knock on the door until it became pounding."Dominic!" a voice yelled from the other side.We parted, both of us panting. Dominic's jaw clenched, and he turned to the door."Stay here," he said, his voice brooking no argument."Who is it?" I asked, my heart racing now for an entirely different reason."Probably someone who doesn't need to be in here," Dominic muttered, marching toward the door.As he opened it, I caught a glimpse of a man in a suit, looking grave. My stomach twirled with apprehension."Mr. Dominic, we need to talk,

Aurora's POVDominic's arms constricted around me as if he could feel my hesitation. "You don't have to go back," he said, his voice muffled against my hair.I shut my eyes, letting the warmth of his arms enfold me. "I have to," I whispered. "If I don't, they'll start looking for me. It'll only make things worse."He pulled back just enough to peer into my eyes. "They'll never hurt you, Aurora. Not while I'm here."I smiled wryly, moved by his vehemence, but we both knew I couldn't hide forever. With a reluctant nod, I pulled away and reached for my bag. Dominic followed me to the door, his gaze burning into my back like a silent promise."I'll call you," I said softly, stepping outside."You'd better," he replied-the tone half-teasing, half-serious.The car Patrick had sent for me was already waiting in the driveway. I slipped into the backseat, avoiding the driver's curious glance, and leaned back as the car pulled away.The drive was uneventful, but my mind was anything but quiet.

I stood there, watching them. The way Patrick touched Eva, the way their bodies moved in sync, it was like watching a performance—a sick, twisted performance meant to humiliate me. I felt my stomach churn, not from jealousy, but from the sheer audacity of it all.I lowered my phone, unable to stomach more. Without a word, I turned and walked away, leaving them to their sordid affair.My legs walked me into the kitchen, where I grasped a glass and turned on the faucet to fill it with water; my hands were shaking. I took a long sip, trying to rinse my mouth from that bitter taste, trying to cool down the boiling of angry feelings inside me.The house was quiet, except for the soft hum of the refrigerator. It was almost serene, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. I set the glass down; the clink echoed in the silence as I leaned against the counter, collecting my thoughts.After a few moments, I headed back to my room.Dominic POVMy phone buzzed in my pocket just as I was pouring m