LOGINAurora’s POV
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, tugging at the hem of my oversized sweater. No matter how much I pulled, it couldn’t hide the curves I’d hated my entire life the camp had been a disaster, but at least I was finally home. “Aurora! Come downstairs!” my mother’s sharp voice echoed from the living room. I sighed and headed down mom was sitting on the couch, perfectly dressed as always slim figure, styled hair, and that critical look in her eyes that never failed to make me feel small, she’s so pretty that people often wonder how I’m her daughter, It’s okay I sometimes think it too. She glanced up as I entered and immediately frowned. “Still wearing those baggy clothes? Honestly, Aurora, you’d look so much better if you lost some weight. No wonder you didn’t get a boyfriend at that camp. Boys don’t want girls who hide in tents.” Her words landed like a punch to the gut. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to disappear into myself. “Mom, please not today.” She waved a hand dismissively. “I’m only saying this because I care. You’re twenty years old now you need to start taking care of yourself, have you tried that new diet I sent you? The one with the meal replacements?” I bit the inside of my cheek. This was nothing new my mother had been body-shaming me for as long as I could remember. Nothing I did was ever good enough I was never thin enough, pretty enough, or outgoing enough. “I’ve been busy with college and the camp,” I muttered. Mom sighed dramatically. “Busy eating, more like it.” She stood up and walked over, eyeing me up and down. “You have such a beautiful face, Aurora. It’s a shame it’s wasted on that body. If you just tried harder…” “Mom,” I cut her off, my voice tight. “What did you want to tell me?” Her expression suddenly changed. A bright, almost giddy smile spread across her lips. She clasped her hands together like an excited teenager. “Sit,” she said, patting the cushion next to her. I sat down slowly, already bracing myself. Conversations with my mother rarely ended well for me. “I’ve been seeing someone,” she began, her eyes sparkling. “For a few months now. He’s… wonderful, Aurora. Truly wonderful.” I blinked. “You’re dating?” “I’m more than dating.” She reached out and took my hands. “He proposed last weekend. I said yes.” The words hit me harder than I expected. “You’re getting married?” “Yes.” She laughed softly, almost giddy. “His name is Dominic Zane. He’s a businessman very successful. He owns several companies, and his family is… well, let’s just say we won’t have to worry about money ever again.” Zane. The name stirred something faint in the back of my mind, like a half-forgotten song. I frowned slightly, trying to place it, but nothing clear came. “Zane…” I repeated quietly. “It sounds familiar, but I can’t remember why.” My mother waved it off. “You’ve probably seen the name on billboards or something. They’re a very well-known family in the city. Dominic is the head of Zane Enterprises. They’re extremely wealthy, Aurora. We’re talking private jets, a huge mansion, the kind of life I never thought I’d have again.” I felt a complicated mixed feelings at that, while a new family might sounds okay and quite thrilling, I’m not exactly excited for it and a wealthy family at that? Rich people are just superficial and arrogant and they don’t care about anyone else. They’re also players and never love genuinely, my mom looks so happy I fear she’ll get her heart broken. I stared at her. For years it had just been the two of us, scraping by, listening to her complain about bills and my weight and how hard life was, now she was talking about mansions and private jets like it was already our reality. “What’s he like?” I asked carefully. “Charming, kind. He treats me like I’m precious.” Her voice softened. “And he has a son around your age. From what Dominic says, he’s very accomplished. Works high up in the company already, you’ll have a stepbrother.” “A stepbrother,” I murmured. “Yes. And Dominic already mentioned that there might be a place for you at the company. An entry-level position. You wouldn’t have to struggle the way I did.” She looked at me with something that almost resembled pride. “This could change everything for us, Aurora.” I looked down at our joined hands. For the first time in a long time, my mother wasn’t criticizing my body or my clothes or my quiet personality. She was talking about a future that included me a future that sounded almost… hopeful. “Do you love him?” I asked quietly. She hesitated for only a second. “I think I could. He’s good to me. That’s more than I’ve had in years.” I nodded slowly part of me wanted was suspicious, part of me wanted to ask a hundred questions. But another part the tired, hopeful part wanted to believe that maybe things were finally turning around. “I’m happy for you,” I said, and I meant it. My mother smiled and pulled me into a rare hug. “Everything is going to be better now. You’ll see we’re going to have a real family again.” That night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the name “Zane” still floating around my mind. It felt familiar, like something I should remember, but the memory refused to surface. Instead, I let myself imagine what life might look like in a big house with people who didn’t look at me with disappointment. Hoping that this Dominic would be kind. Maybe his son would be decent. Maybe I would finally stop feeling like I was too much and not enough at the same time. For the first time in months, I fell asleep with a small, cautious smile on my face. I had no idea that the name I couldn’t quite place was about to turn my entire world upside down.Prescott’s POV I left Aurora with Lena and stepped into my office, shutting the glass door behind me. The morning had already been long, and it wasn’t even ten yet I dropped into my chair, loosened my tie slightly, and pulled out my phone. Marcus’s name flashed on the screen almost immediately I answered.“Tell me something useful,” I said, leaning back.Marcus chuckled. “You’re in a mood. How’s life with the new stepsister treating you?”I glanced at the closed door. “She’s stubborn, quiet, and acts like she’s allergic to me. Other than that, the house is still standing.”“You sound entertained.”“I am.” I swiveled my chair toward the window. “It’s interesting having someone around who doesn’t immediately try to impress me she looks at me like I’m a problem she has to tolerate.”Marcus laughed. “That’s new for you anyways I’ve got actual news. My father finally approved the joint deal between our companies, he
AuroraThe moment I stepped out of the elevator behind Prescott, I felt the eyes on me, with women greeting Prescott in a flirty way they all seem to want him and I wonder what they see in him. Zane Enterprises was exactly what I expected sleek, modern, and filled with people who looked like they belonged on the cover of a business magazine. As we walked through the open floor, conversations quieted. I caught the whispers almost immediately.“Who’s that?”“Is she new?”“She’s a little… big for this floor, isn’t she?”“She doesn’t look like she belongs here.”The words were soft, but not soft enough. Heat crawled up my neck, but I kept my back straight and my expression neutral. They had no idea who I was, and I preferred it that way. Dominic had promised the staff wouldn’t be told I was family. Right now, that felt like both a protection and a curse Prescott didn’t seem to notice the murmuring or if he did, he
Aurora’s POV I roll over in the bed again,Sleep was impossible.I had been lying in bed for nearly an hour, staring at the ceiling, when the first sounds reached me through the walls at first it was just a low murmur of voices, then the unmistakable creak of a bedframe. I turned onto my side and pressed the pillow over my ear, hoping it would stop.It didn’t.A woman’s moan cut through the quiet of the mansion loud, shameless, and completely unrestrained. My eyes snapped open anorher moan followed, higher this time, followed by the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against each other I stared at the darkness in disbelief.He had brought someone here.On the second night I was under the same roof.The girl was loud every gasp, every broken cry of his name, every filthy plea seemed to echo down the hallway and straight into my room. I squeezed my eyes shut, heat crawling up my neck not from embarrassment alone, but fr
Prescott’s POV I was lying on the couch in the living room, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, when the screen lit up with a new message.*Lena: Miss that cock…The text was followed by four photos.I opened them immediately.The first one showed her lying on her bed in nothing but a black lace thong, her full tits pushed together by her arms. The second was a closer shot of her pinching one nipple, lips parted. The third was her on all fours, ass arched high toward the camera, the thin string of the thong disappearing between her cheeks the last one was her fingers spreading her pussy open, already glistening.My cock twitched hard against my sweatpants, fuck. *Lena: Can I come over? I need it rough tonight.I smirked and typed back.*Prescott: Gate code is the same, come now and don’t wear anything under your coat.She replied within seconds.*Lena: On my way.I stood up, adjusted my already th
Aurora’s POV The door clicked shut behind Prescott, and the silence that followed felt heavier than anything I had experienced all day.I stood in the middle of the unfamiliar bedroom, still wearing the blush bridesmaid dress, and took a slow look around the room was beautiful there was no denying it. A large bed with crisp white linens sat against the wall, a soft grey armchair rested near the window, and the furniture was modern and expensive without being cold. A private bathroom was attached, and the closet was bigger than my entire bedroom back home.I hated how easily someone could get used to this kind of comfort.I changed into an old T-shirt and shorts from my suitcase, carefully hanging the dress in the closet so it wouldn’t wrinkle. couldn’t resist laying on the soft bed and slept off. I woke up to soft sunlight filtering through the wide curtains and the quiet hum of a house far too big for two
AuroraThe morning of the wedding arrived with soft golden sunlight and a sky so clear it looked almost painted. I stood in front of the mirror in the hotel room, staring at the soft blush-colored bridesmaid dress. It fit well enough after the alterations, but I still felt expose, the fabric clung to every curve I had spent years trying to minimize I forced my shoulders back anyway. I would not hunch not today.Then my mother stepped out of the dressing room, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.Elena looked breathtaking, her ivory dress was elegant and timeless, with delicate lace that clung to her figure in all the right places before flowing gracefully to the floor. Her hair was swept up in soft waves, a few loose strands framing her face, and a simple pearl necklace rested against her collarbone. She looked radiant younger, lighter, and genuinely happy.“You look beautiful, Mom,” I said, and I meant it with my whole heart.She turned to me, and something softer than usual







