로그인Aurora povHe walked out and I turned back to Daniel putting on my best fake smile. Just then a woman appeared at my side. She was tall and beautiful and wearing a red dress, she was bald did she have cancer?"Aurora?" she asked, voice cutting through the music.I nodded, surprised she knew my name."Follow me to the private room please someone wants to see you." She didn't wait for my reply and her hand closed around my wrist, firm but not rough, guiding me through the throng toward a shadowed hallway at the back. My heart hammered in my chest, a part of me wanted to pull away this wasn't my scene but curiosity, and that lingering heat from Julian's stare, kept my feet moving.We stopped at a red door. She swiped a card, and it clicked open. "Enjoy," she said with a knowing smile, then walked out leaving me there.The room was dimly lit and beautiful . A single pole gleamed in the center, rising from a small stage to the ceiling. Plush couches lined the walls, and the air smelled
Aurora’s POVBy the time I got home, my feet hurt so badly I wanted to throw my bicycle into traffic.The tiny apartment building looked even sadder at night.I took note of the flickering hallway light and the peeling paint, I could hear our neighbors yelling somewhere upstairs.Home sweet home.I parked my bicycle beside the staircase and climbed the steps slowly, already exhausted.But the moment I pushed open the apartment door i knew immediately my sister was in a mood.“Finally.” She snapped I closed the door carefully behind me.Clara sat on the couch wearing one of her too-tight dresses, scrolling through her phone with irritation written all over her face and a bottle in her hand.“You’re late.”“I had work.”“You always have work.”“That’s generally how jobs function.”Her eyes narrowed instantly and i sighed internally.“Did you eat?” I asked instead.She stood suddenly and before I could react properly, she snatched the money from my hand.“All of it?” she demanded.I fr
Aurora’s POVMy life was not glamorous.Despite what Bella insisted whenever she was in one of her “you’re so strong and independent” moods.Strong? Yes.Independent? Unfortunately.Glamorous? Absolutely not.I worked at a small restaurant tucked between a pharmacy and a hair braiding salon. The kind of place people only noticed when everywhere else was full.It paid the bills.Barely.And today, like every other day, I was wiping down tables that had already been wiped down twice before, just because I needed something to do with my hands.“Order up!”I slid plates onto trays, balanced three drinks on one arm like I was in some poorly paid circus and I was a hot actress and called out names of the orders that no one ever seemed to hear the first time.By the time evening rolled in, my feet were already screaming in protest.The restaurant was quieter now, it was almost empty.The smell of grilled chicken hung in the air, and I let out a smal sigh, I liked this part of the day.When
Aurora’s POVThe first time I saw Julian Hawthorne, I decided immediately that I hated him which should’ve been my first warning.Because every bad decision in my life had started with intense hatred. The gala dinner was suffocating.Too many rich people and too many fake smiles.Too many women pretending they didn’t starve themselves for the dress they were currently squeezing into.Including me.I stood near the balcony doors with a champagne flute in my hand, trying not to murder anyone.Inside the ballroom, violins played softly while investors laughed too loudly at Rafael Ashford’s jokes which was strange because the only thing he said were one word things.Bella looked beautiful that night too and I loved it for her. That alone made the whole event tolerable.I took another sip of champagne and leaned against the balcony railing.The night air cooled my skin instantly.Then a male voice spoke behind me.“You look like you’re planning to commit suicide”I didn’t turn immediately b
Isabella’s POVThree days after Sebastian was arrested, and everything still felt strange.The news had exploded after Sebastian’s arrest, every channel carried the story.SEBASTIAN VALE CHARGED WITH ATTEMPTED MURDERFORMER HEIR INVOLVED IN MULTIPLE ATTACKSMONROE-ASHFORD SCANDAL TAKES DARK TURNApparently Sebastian had confessed to stalking me during one of his breakdowns in custody not all the attacks just some.Which meant the police still weren’t fully convinced he acted alone, that part still unsettled me but Rafael promised they were handling it.And strangely i believed him now completely.Which was probably unhealthy considering the man used to climb through my windows like a Victorian ghost.Still creepy, attractive but creepy.I stood in front of the mirror adjusting my earrings nervously.Tonight was the first proper dinner we’d had together in weeks.No hospitals or attacks, no paparazzi disasters just us.Well us plus Aurora, Vivienne, and Julian.Hilda insisted on mak
Isabella’s pov We went downstairs to eat so Hilda wouldn’t barge into the room.Hilda made a dish of Mac and cheese and roast chicken.I was finally done eating and i stood up to clear a plate, but his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly around my wrist. “Leave it.”His voice was low, rough, laced with command. Heat pooled instantly between my thighs. I turned to face him, my dress clinging to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from sitting so long. Rafael rose from his chair like a predator, all broad shoulders and restrained power in his tailored black shirt, his sleeves were rolled up “Rafael” I breathed, but he was already on me.He spun me around and bent me forward over the heavy dining table in one smooth motion. “Hilda may see us” I gritted out “She can watch” he rasped back My palms slapped against the polished wood as my breasts pressed flat against the cool surface. A sharp gasp escaped me when he kicked my feet wider apart, forcing my legs open.His fi
Isabella’s POV …..The car finally stops, and the driver opens the door for us, Rafael steps out before I do, and when I step out I'm attacked with flashes of light from cameras and so many questions “Miss Monroe is the information true?“ “Are you really in love with Mr Ashford?__ I ignored t
Isabella’s POV……I definitely didn't plan to go to Miami, but hopefully it would be worth it.I packed my suitcase and it all felt surreal My suitcase lay open on the bed, half-filled with dresses I wasn’t sure I wanted to wear and shoes I didn’t feel like walking in.But I had to act and look lik
Isabella's pov….My breath hitched As I watched Rafael watch me with those eyes. He brushed his thumb on my bare pussy and I gasped He groaned “ The things I want to do to you Isabella”He tells me rubbing his thumb on my clit.I gulp, the most sensible thing would be to get off this tab
Isabella's pov…. Morning light filtered softly through the oversized windows of the penthouse, spilling over the pristine marble floors and muted tones of the decor. I shifted under the covers, groaning quietly, not yet ready to face the reality of another day under Rafael Ashford’s roof. The e







