FAZER LOGINDamon's POV
I was still dripping from the shower when her text came in. I'd been expecting it.
I knew who she was long before she knew me. I knew her name. I'd seen the bruises she hid under all the make up.
She needed me.
The party wasn't our beginning. It was just the first time she'd known I existed.
The first time I stood close enough to her for her to feel it.
When I saw her at the party, I knew I had only one chance.
I waited quietly for two years for her— for the moment she'd run out of options.
"Hi Aurora" I texted, and added a smirk emoji. I teased her. A smile escaped my lips.
There was something about her, calculating, restrained, familiar, in a way that unsettled me.
My navy blue robe clung to me tightly the way I imagined she would.
When she told me she was married, I knew exactly what stood between us.
Her father's contract.
Mr Borealis was my father's nemesis. A name so forbidden in our household.
He was the man that stood dangerously in my father's way.
His leverage? His daughters.
I hated that.
I headed towards my closet and put on the first silk pyjamas.
Her message came in. "Rex? Damon Grey?"
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Aurora: "Hello Damon. I know you can help me"
I chuckled, I love an audacious woman.
"What do you need?"
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Aurora: " I need to my escape my marriage to Brian today"
I grinned. Satisfaction filling my heart.
Me: "Alright. On one condition"
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Aurora: "Anything"
I raised my right eyebrow in scepticism. I watched. I wanted to to tease her a little, but every inch of me pleaded to be with her.
She would never know that.
Me: "Anything? Really?"
Delivered.
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Aurora: "Probably not but I need you"
"Ouch." No woman had ever spoken this way with me. I was even more intrigued.
"Alright Aurora. Meet me in two hours, at my penthouse. Here's the address. Call if you need to"
Without waiting for a response, I turned off the phone.
I wasn't supposed to feel this way. I only felt this way once. In college...
(Flashbacks)
I was driving to the hospital to see my grandmother to say goodbye. Tears filled my eyes.
She was in hospice from her long battle with dementia.
I had received a call telling me it was time.
I was drinking with my friends when the call came in.
I had promised her I would be with her in her final moments.
I was drunk.
Then everything went blank.
(Present)
The memories became foggy. The room spun. I held my head and tried to grab a chair, desperate to call for help.
I needed my medication.
I headed towards the door, and almost stumbled on the pillow that fell from my bed.
I dragged myself up.
Something happened that night. Something I can't seem to remember no matter how hard I try.
She reminded me of the memories my head tried to suppress.
An image of a woman formed in my head...
I knew Aurora long before she knew me. Her father had tried to marry her off to me. I loved her then even when our fathers were enemies, I love her even more now.
I headed towards the medicine cabinet and popped a few pills in my mouth, swallowing them dry.
Few minutes in, the spinning stopped. I began to steady myself.
More images flashed through my head. A place. A car. A woman.
I groaned.
.....
The clock struck. The time even more urgent. I headed towards the door already dressed. I knew she would not refuse my offer.
As the deadline slowly approached, I made a call to my assistant telling him to set up a meeting with Mr Borealis.
We needed to have a proper conversation.
I drove to the meet up spot. My penthouse.
I hid behind the bushes, quietly observing the environment.
If she were to be a minute late, heck even two seconds, I'd call off the deal.
I reclined in my seat waiting.
Her text came in.
"I'm at the spot. Where are you?"
I observed.
I had seen when her car approached the gate. She wound down and I could see that she came alone.
When she got out of the car, something in me lit up. Hope, maybe.
I liked her name but I couldn't wait to see how it would sound with my last name.
I stepped out of the car and walked quietly towards her.
She wore a red dress. Her wavy hair bounced in the wind.
"Hi Aurora"
She turned around, scared.
"Hi Rex. You're just the way I remembered" she said calmly.
"Here's the deal. We get married today."
I watched the colour disappear from her face. She froze, expression filled with what looked like uncertainty.
"I can't get married to you. My wedding is in an hour"
"Fine then"
I turned to leave.
"Wait. Please. Help me"
She avoided my gaze.
"I can stop your marriage to your abusive fiance."
She appeared visibly shocked.
"Marry me today and you'll be free from him. Isn't that what you want?"
Without waiting for a reply, I continued.
"I offer you my name, your life, your freedom on one condition."
"What's that?" she questioned.
"After our marriage, we live together, stay in the same room. We'd live as husband and wife but we would not consummate the marriage. You decide if we'd do that. You'd be guarded and watched. You'd live on my own terms. You're not allowed to leave my sight without telling me, for five years. After that, you can file for a divorce"
She hesitated. "What if I don't want any of that?"
"Then marry Brian. You'll need a whole lot more make-up" I said coldly.
"Please Damon. I couldn't possibly live like that. How would we share a room?. At least we could have separate beds"
Her words cut deep into my heart. Separate beds?. I wanted to be close to her. To have her.
"Fine. As you wish." I said even though I didn't want to.
"Thank you"
"What's your decision Aurora?."
Time stood still. I could see a look of fear wash over her face. Her body stiff with anxiety.
I smirked so subtly it was impossible for her not to miss it.
"Promise me one thing Damon"
"What's that?"
"I'd be safe"
"You're already safe. I'd burn the world down before I let anyone hurt you"
A call came in interrupting our discussion. It was my assistant telling me about the meeting I requested for with her father.
It was set for the next day.
I wanted it to be earlier.
Since I'd be marrying his daughter today, he deserved to know.
"Fine, handle the rest" I told him then ended the call.
"What do you say Aurora Borealis?"
Her phone rang. Loudly.
She was embarrassed.
I looked away and smiled. I watched her through the corner of my eye. She struggled to put off the sound.
After struggling for a while, she answered it.
"Hi Lily, yes. Yes, he's going to help"
She paced uneasily staring at her reflection in the tinted glass of her car.
"Alright Lily. I'll do that"
She ended the call.
I walked closer to her. "You have two options, choose wisely. Once you're mine, you're mine alone"
She nodded and gulped.
The wind blew fiercely. It raised the corner of her dress revealing more of what I had imagined.
I turned away.
"Fix your clothes" I ordered.
I stretched the written agreement towards her. I had already penned my signature. All that was left was for her to sign.
She read through the contract. Every line confirmed all I'd told her.
The pen in her hand traced every line she directed, she signed.
"What about Brian?" she asked.
I grimaced. I hated that name but I couldn't let her know.
"Don't worry, I'll handle him"
She heaved a sigh and handed the papers back to me.
I stepped closer. Close enough for her to feel my breath on her skin. I tucked the strand of hair in her face away and wiped a speck of dust on her nose with my index finger.
She looked up to me, I towered over her.
"One more thing Aurora Borealis, try not to fall in love with me."
"Deal?"
"Deal"
"I'll send the location for the wedding. Don't be late Mrs Grey."
She smiled weakly.
She turned and headed towards her car leaving me standing in the wind
Five years, one contract. One choice.
Aurora Rosella Borealis, you're mine now.
AuroraDamon didn't sleep home last night.I tossed and turned hoping the door would unlock.I knew I shouldn't care.In fact, I'd signed an agreement that promised I wouldn't.But why does my heart race a little whenever he's near? Why does my body inch closer to him like a magnet?A soft breath escaped my lips slowly replaced by a long sigh.I stared at my phone. I hadn't really been conversing with my family. Not even my best friend.Lucky her, she had everything under her control, a husband who loved her and wouldn't leave her alone to go see another woman after almost sharing a kiss.The night had been ridiculously long—longer than it ought to be.I'd stared at images on my phone. I'd even stared at the picture frame on his desk.Why that picture?I had texted and deleted several times wondering if texting him was the right decision to make.I slept poorly.This morning, I'd received a text from a familiar contact. My rival.She had sent a picture of herself and my husband. She l
DamonI held her.I was unsure if that was the right thing to do considering the fact that neither of us ought to catch feelings, but something in me just wouldn't stop reaching for her.She was shaking.Dad had upset her. I didn't like that.As we got into the car, I looked back at the building, "This may be the last time I'll be here with her."She wiped under her eye with her index finger. She looked at me like she had questions to ask. Questions I didn't want to answer.I shut the door behind her and walked in.She faced the window; her back was toward me. I could hear her sniffle.I could see she was trying so hard not to reveal herself in her current state. "Arie, talk to me. Please. Tell me anything."She whimpered.I reached for her shoulder and slowly directed her face toward me.Streaks of tears left marks on her face. Her eyes were red, her face swollen.She avoided my gaze.I tilted her face upwards until we made eye contact."Please," I begged."Why didn't you tell me
Aurora As soon as I walked into the main building, I noticed someone whose rigid posture looked like he was waiting.Damon.He smiled when he saw me, quietly assessing me with his eyes."You look great, Mrs Grey," he finally acknowledged."Thanks Damon. I love the necklace.""It suits you. Shall we?" He stretched his forearm toward me. What a gentleman, I thought.As we walked in, my heart raced. He seemed to notice. He squeezed my hand tenderly.Soft music played from inside the hall. There was a huge door at the entrance."Ready?"I took a deep breath then muttered, "Ready."He pushed the door wide open.I looked at my feet, avoiding eye contact with whoever and whatever awaited my gaze.A familiar scent filled the air.Vanilla.My eyes traced their way round the room.The scenery was amazing—even better than Damon's penthouse.A soft gasp escaped my lips.There were workers lined up at all the corners of the hall.Butlers, chefs and maids moved with such poise, I was almost jeal
Aurora A day had passed since the incident occurred. One thing I did observe was that I was at peace.The texts from various unknown contacts subsided.I didn't know how to feel, but I suspected Brian was responsible for some of them.I sat on my bed sipping tea and reading a book I'd published a year ago.It was a tragic romance story. As I sipped, I noticed something:The female lead's life was weirdly similar to mine.She was in emotional distress, and quite frankly, she was the problem. I giggled.Suddenly, I realized—I could be the problem too.They say writers create characters that are eerily or directly similar to themselves. It's a cliché but could be true.A call came in, interrupting my thoughts. I slowly reached for it on the desk, careful not to spill the hot tea.It was Liliana."Hi, Chica!" she greeted excitedly."Hi, sis. What's up?" "Big news!!!""What?" I sipped my tea."I'll arrive in LA in two days!""Heeeeeeee!" "Can't wait."We went on to discuss various aspec
AuroraLast night, I checked my phone and noticed some unfamiliar messages from Brian.I'd scrolled through the texts and seen some messages we'd exchanged.Only that I hadn't replied to any of the messages myself.Had I deleted the messages in my sleep?Could Damon have access to my phone?I was terrified. Why did Brian’s name make my hands shake?I read the messages over and over, hastily at first, then forced myself to take a deep breath. I wondered why Brian didn’t question my tone.Dad called me a few moments ago; he'd been furious. He informed me that Brian was attacked and that the attacker came from me.I was confused. How could I have sent an assailant when I hadn't even communicated with him?Dad said Brian thinks Damon did it. He'd raised his voice at me. He'd said some awfully offensive things. He even accused me of marrying a murderer.I argued.Damon would never do such a thing. I paused.Suddenly, fragments of my conversations with him popped into my head. Something he
BrianI didn't realize what I'd lost until it was too late. I didn't value her when I had her.I had thought she'd stay through anything.Control was the only thing that ever worked. I wanted her all, everything she could give.I had loved her since her father introduced her to me.He'd wanted me to marry her to save his business.Her father had betrayed me. I wanted revenge.It was easy to take it out on her. She let it happen.The truth was, I loved the only way I knew how.My father had taught me that control meant love; my mother had little say in their marriage. He'd told me he loved her. Chaos invited punishment.I learned early that control wasn’t cruelty. It was protection.When everything was in its place, nothing fell apart. No one left.They were happy. I wanted that too. But my last marriage had ended in a painful divorce.She sat across from me, composed, fragile in the way women learned to be when they wanted sympathy.She cried on cue. I clenched my jaw and said nothi







