"How much for one night?" He asked and she felt tears forming in her eyes due to the humiliation. "Leave me!" She said angrily, trying to free herself from his grip. He chuckled humorously seeing her fruitless action. "Don't act innocent baby. I know how you orphans sleep your way up." He said and jerked her towards him. Tears ran down her cheeks hearing him. She felt humiliated! He brought his face dangerously close to hers and whispered in her ear, "Name your price for one night and submit yourself to me." "I said leave me! I am not-" "Drop the act. I can give you any amount you ask for. Just one night and it will be over." Saying he nuzzled his face in her neck. *** Killian Sullivan. A twenty-two years old man with rage running deep in his veins, eyes looking down at everyone and heart full of hatred for others. A sadist who enjoys others' pain and suffering. He has got everything he wanted- Money, fame, power and girls. That is until a girl refused to sleep with him and he took it as a challenge. Amara. A seventeen year old orphan (soon turning eighteen) with dreams in her eyes, lips spread into a smile and heart full of love. Her life was going smoothly until one day she met with the devil who destroyed her Completely. What will happen when Amara slapped Killian in front of everyone and he decides to get revenge on her? What will happen when they both hate each other with their guts but are forced to be in a contract marriage? How did a mere slap result in a contract marriage? Will love blossom between them or will the sins of Killian overshadow their relationship? Read the story to find out!
View MoreAt seven in the evening, Aiden smoothly parked the car in front of Killian's mansion. "Come out," he instructed Amara as she reached for the door handle. She narrowed her eyes at him but complied, stepping out of the car."Follow me," Aiden commanded, walking inside the mansion as if he owned the place. She huffed a breath and followed him reluctantly. His attitude irritated her. He carried himself with arrogance, looking down on her as if she were beneath him. It instantly increased her dislike for him. He walked towards Killian's study. She sensed his direction and decided to head to her room instead. She couldn't bring herself to face Killian, not now, perhaps not ever. Aiden frowned when he noticed her going in a different direction."Where are you going?" he asked, frustration evident in his tone as he momentarily closed his eyes in exasperation before opening them again."To my room," She replied, confused by the sudden change in his demeanour."Yeah, I get that, Princess." He
Amara breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Samuel and Rose, though their condition was far from what she would call "alright." Samuel's face was covered in bruises, with a swollen eye and busted lips, evidence of a brutal beating. As for Rose, she appeared unharmed, but Amara knew better than to believe what's visible at the surface. She knew Rose must have bruises on her neck from Killian's deadly grip the other day, but they were likely concealed by the sweatshirt she wore, hiding the true extent of her injuries."Amara?" Samuel looked at her with a shocked expression. It was evident he hadn't expected to see her there. But then again, she couldn't blame him. She hadn't expected to be in college either."Samuel, I am so sorry for what happened-" Amara began to move towards them, but Rose raised her hand, signalling for her to stop. "Stay where you are, Amara." Amara's steps halted at Rose's words, feeling a flush of embarrassment as she realised a few students were now watching the
Killian drew out from the cigar, the dark grey smoke surrounding him as he sat in his study. He recalled his decision to permit Amara to continue her studies, allowing her to go to college. It was a decision made in haste, and it seemed as if he was already regretting it. If it weren't for her fragile state and being on the verge of an almost panic attack, he would have never agreed. It was a moment of vulnerability and he hated being vulnerable. Amara seemed to break the cold walls he had built around him and it made him enraged. He can't become soft for a girl. The decision he had taken back then, wasn't him. The real him, the one with a demon residing inside him, would never care for others. He's a selfish person and he destroys others to satisfy his sadistic pleasure, not caring about what happens to them but when it was Amara on the other side, he couldn't become any more selfish than he already is. He sighed and crushed the cigar. He couldn't go back on his words now, not afte
"Why do you care?" Amara's voice trembled with vulnerability as tears welled up in her ocean-like eyes, pain evident in them. Killian found himself at a loss for words, his usually cold demeanour faltering at her question. Why did he care? Did he truly care about her? The thought unsettled him, stirring emotions he hadn't felt in his life ever. If it had been any other girl, he wouldn't have spared a second thought to her condition. The sadist in him would have enjoyed the tears and pain in some other girl's eyes. Then why did Amara's tears affect him? He couldn't find an answer. Did he care about her? About her tears? He doesn't know. However, he felt an urge to wipe away her tears, to remove the pain from her eyes. But why? He couldn't comprehend it. It went against everything he believed in, everything he stood for. He isn't the one to wipe away one's tears, he's the reason behind them, behind their suffering and agony. Then why did Amara make a difference to him? He won't lie.
Killian drove his car towards his mansion, his grip on the steering wheel painfully tight until his knuckles turned white. The slap was still fresh in his mind and he gritted his teeth in anger, rage filling through his veins as he recalled the moment she laid her filthy hands on him. How dare the fucking bitch slap him? People are scared to raise their voices in front of him and she fucking raised her hand on him. His jaw tightened and with a frustrated growl, Killian punched the dashboard beside him, the impact reverberating through the car. His knuckles stung with the force of the blow, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the seething rage burning in his chest.Amara flinched and tears welled in her eyes as Killian's fist collided with the dashboard. She dared not speak, her voice caught in her throat as she trembled in fear. She felt terrified, shaken to the core. He was like a seething beast at the moment, angry and wounded, and no one better than her could know what he
An hour before before. Killian leaned casually against his sleek black car, grey smoke from his cigar enveloping him in a haze. He was still in college with his friends who were busy in their conversations. Their lectures had finished, not that they attended any of them. Nathaniel's absence reminded him of the rift that had formed between them due to Amara. He still believes that he has wronged Amara and seems to hold onto the one thing with all his might. Killian knew that he would come around one day, the brotherly bond between them was too strong to be broken by a girl. As Killian took a final drag from his cigar, Aiden's voice cut through the silence. "When does Elijah plan to pass the crown to you?" He inquired, his tone laced with curiosity. "It's been more than a month since you married Amara, and he should have declared you as the leader till now." With a clenched jaw, Killian crushed the cigar beneath the sole of his shoe. "Elijah demands on subjecting me to trials. Since
Amara sat quietly on the old bench in the mansion's garden, the morning sun shining gently through the trees, the delicate melody of chirping birds sounding like pleasant music. Her gaze remains fixed upon the centrepiece of the garden- a majestic fountain adorned with intricate carvings, its waters shimmering in the golden light due to the sun's rays. Lost in her thoughts, she remains motionless, her fingers tracing invisible patterns upon the weathered wood of the bench, seeking solace in the familiar texture beneath her touch. The garden had become her source of peace, a place where she would visit whenever she felt low. Memories of this morning flood her mind, the sight of Killian leaving for college, a rare occurrence that made her feel sad. Even though he doesn't go to college much because of his illegal activities, seeing him leave still hurt and made her feel angry. She was forced to give up on her studies, and prevented from going to college all because of him and his baby
"Not you, Amara." His voice stopped her dead in her tract and she froze in terror, scared for the aftermath of the situation that she would be forced to face. Amara's heart raced as she turned to face Killian, her body trembling with fear as she awaited his next words. Her chest tightened, each breath becoming a war as she struggled to stay calm in his presence. His intense gaze seemed to bore into her soul with an intensity that had her shudder. She was scared, terrified that he would see through her vulnerabilities and make her a victim of his monster again, to make her go through the same agony as he satisfied his inhumane soul. "Didn't I make it clear that I hate seeing you in his presence?" He asked, jaw set with anger. He took a step closer towards her, and the room seemed to shrink, suffocating her with his overpowering presence. When she remained silent, his frustration raged over. "Who are you?" he demanded, his eyes flashing with barely contained anger. "Answer me!" He
In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her.She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.But as she turned her gaze to the figure sleeping on the bed, a wave of fear washed over her, threatening to drown her in its icy grip. Killian lay motionless on the bed, his features softened in sleep, yet his presence loomed large in the room. With each rise and fall of his chest, Amara felt her veins constrict, her heart hammering against her ribcage. Fear prickled at her skin, a familiar sensation that made her veins feel like ice. It had been one month since the incident, and in that time, Killian had maintained a cold distance fr
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