"Amara, you are going to leave tomorrow. Have you packed everything?"
The old lady, Marry, asked her. She was the caretaker of the orphanage and had seen Amara growing up from a toddler into a teenager and now soon into an adult.
"I have packed everything mother." Amara chripped excitedly.
She is an orphan who was left on the doorsteps of this orphanage when she was barely a few months old. It was a rainy night and since then she hates rain and night. The harshness of rain and darkness of night scares her. It makes her feel all alone in the world.
Her life has grown inside this orphanage and tomorrow she is going to leave it. She has been selected in one of the reputed and top colleges to pursue her bachelor's degree in Bachelor of Business Administration. All her hard work and efforts have paid off as she got selected for her dream college.
"Stop smiling like a fool!" Marry snapped at her. "And don't call me Mother! I am not your goddamned mother." She hissed at her.
Amara's smile flattered hearing her.
She moved close to her and wrapped her arms around Marry who stiffened feeling her touch. "You are my mother. You have taken care of me since I was a baby and the only mother figure I have." She mumbled in a small voice.
She looked up at Marry and grinned. "And I know you are angry that I am leaving you tomorrow. After all, I am your favourite child and you will miss me!" She stated happily.
"I will not miss a brat like you."
"Aww, then why did you keep my picture with you?" Amara placed her hands behind her back and smiled at her sweetly.
"I.. I didn't!" Marry snapped. "Enough of your nonsense now. Let go of your childish behaviour from now. You are going to a new city and be prepared for it. And don't indulge yourself in other activities. If I find you are not focusing on your studies and romancing with some city boy then I will scoop your ass!"
Amara giggled. "Just like you used to do in my childhood." She said.
Marry sighed seeing her behaviour.
"Don't just study there. Get a part time job for yourself and earn money to finance your expenses. The money which I have given you will finish in a month or two." She said. "And return the money to me once you get a job. I am not doing charity for you here." She added rudely.
"Don't worry, I will return the money to you with a ten percent interest rate once I get a job in a big company." Amara showed her ten fingers to her and smiled brightly.
Marry has given some money from her savings to her and she is grateful for it. She plans to return the money once she gets a job. Also, she wishes to contribute something to this orphanage which has been her only home. Her only dream is to work hard and earn money so that she is able to help orphan children like her.
"Of course you will have to do it. It's the least you can do for all the favours I gave to you." Marry said. "Now go and sleep. I don't want you to be late tomorrow."
Amara nodded and kissed her cheek. "Good night." She said and went away before Marry could snap at her for kissing her on cheek.
"You brat! Come here, I will scoop your ass for real this time." She heard Marry yell.
***
Killian took out another cigarette and lit it. The smoke blew out from his mouth, filling the atmosphere and he inhaled deeply. His mind was a mess and he needed something to calm himself. The loud music was busting in the background and people were grinding their bodies with each other as they danced crazily. He was in a club with his friends.
"Fuck! I need to do something now. Our college is going to end soon and I haven't learnt a single thing." Adien, his friend, chuckled as he gulped the alcohol in one go.
"You guys at least have your father's business. I am fucking broke to even start something on my own." Derek groaned. "Killian you got really lucky man. Your father is a top businessman. Your grandfather and uncle are politicians. You were surely born with a golden fate unlike us."
"Send your sister to me for one day. I will make your fate golden too." Killian replied blowing out the smoke and all his friends chuckled except for Derek who clenched his jaw in anger. He didn't said anything to Killian but from inside he was boiling in anger.
"I heard that Hayden won the bet he made with Adien" Richard asked, his eyes roaming on the juicy ass of the girls who were dancing like there is no tomorrow.
"Bastard owes me one thousand dollars now." Hayden chuckled.
Adien snorted. "You haven't shown me any proof yet." He said. "How will I know if you fucked Mia Or not."
They had a bet about Hayden making Mia fall in love with him, sleeping with her and then breaking up with her.
Hayden smirked. "I have the pictures with me." He said.
"You fucking bastard. I can't believe you got the pictures of her. Show it to us." Richard said with his eyes twinkling in lust.
"What the fuck Hayden?! How can you take pictures of Mia without her permission." Nathaniel spated in anger. "The bet didn't include taking pictures of her. Stop this bullshit before you regret everything."
"Calm down Nathaniel. No one is going to have a look at her pictures. It will remain with me only." Hayden said.
"I swear you-"
"Hello" They heard a feminine voice.
A girl was standing in front of them with a seductive smile on her face as she looked at Killian. The girl was from their college, in the same class as them and her interest in Killian is not hidden.
"Are you free Killian?" She asked him with a smile, twirling her hairs with her finger.
"Why?" Killian smirked at her, his eyes darkening in lust as it roamed over her body.
"We can talk in private if you want." She blinked at him innocently but it was another thing that it looked anything but innocent.
Killian got up and looked at his friends. "I will be back after some time." He said and they nodded knowing very well why he was going.
Killian is the biggest womaniser in their college. He fucks girls with no string attach, insults them, doesn't sleeps with the same girl twice and yet they all run behind him. He has got girls in his both arms and he doesn't gives a fuck about them. For him, girls are nothing but tissue papers which are meant to be used once and thrown away.
***
Killian looked at the other side of the bed where the girl was sleeping soundly, the girl from his college whom he fucked tonight for the first time and last time. Sleeping with the same girl isn't something he does. He needs a new girl everytime and it isn't difficult to find one when girls are dying to be with him.
He looked at the girl with annoyance and displeasure. She had passed out from their fucking session and he felt frustrated with her. She couldn't even handle him for one round. He could still hear her loud annoying scream when he fucked her. She screamed like a bitch in heat.
Fucking weak bitch.
His clothes were lying carelessly on the floor and he wore them. He went out of the room. After some time, he reached near his friends.
"You came early" Adien said to him with a smirk.
"The bitch couldn't handle me." Killian grunted as he sat. "Where are Nathaniel and Richard?" He asked.
"Nathaniel left for his house and Richard is dancing with some chick." Adien replied. He gave Killian a glass filled with alcohol. "Here"
Killian smirked and took the drink from him.
This is what he needed at the moment.
The weekend had finally arrived. Amara stood in front of her college, backpack slung over one shoulder, packed with everything she’d need for the trekking trip. She had already spoken to Aiden, and to her surprise, he’d approved her leave and even made it a paid one. She knew he was giving her special treatment, and though she’d tried to argue, he simply wouldn’t hear it.“Amara!”She turned at the sound of familiar voices. Chloe and Everly were heading toward her, each carrying their own backpack, grinning from ear to ear.“I still can’t believe you’re actually coming with us!” Everly said, practically bouncing. “This is going to be so much fun. I’m so glad they combined the seniors and juniors for this trip.”“I know, right?” Chloe added. “Even though we’re in different buses, we’ll be together once we reach the campsite. It’s going to be amazing!”For the first time in days, Amara felt a real smile form on her lips. “Yeah, I’m actually looking forward to it,” she admitted. What onc
Amara couldn’t make sense of the letter. Who could have sent this? There weren’t many people in her life whose names started with the letter Z. Well, there was one, Zayden, but she seriously doubted he’d even notice his mistake, let alone take the effort to send her a note. As far as she knew, he despised her. She was certain of it, down to her core. Just two days ago, he had made it crystal clear that she was to stay away from him. If someone had threatened her that fiercely, why would they suddenly reach out now with a mysterious piece of paper? It didn’t make any sense. The thought lingered in the back of her mind as she sat at her desk. Morning had just begun, she was already ten minutes early for class, and only a handful of students were present in the room. Fortunately for Amara, the person occupying her thoughts never showed up. He was absent during the first lecture, and even the second passed without a glimpse of him. By then, it was obvious that Zayden wasn’t coming to
The next day, Amara woke up later than usual, panic setting in the moment she glanced at the time. She rushed through her morning routine and bolted out of the house, barely managing to reach college just before the professor arrived. As she stepped into the classroom, her steps faltered. Zayden was already seated. On her desk. He looked up, as if sensing her presence. Her body tensed, breath catching as her eyes locked with his for a brief moment. He sat there like he owned the space, back straight, one arm resting lazily over the desk. His eyes were on her, dark, calm and unreadable. She immediately dropped her gaze, her throat tightening as the memory of his threats from yesterday twisted in her gut like a warning. Without thinking, she turned to find another seat. But just as she took a step away, the Professor's voice halted her. “Amara,” The Professor called her out. “Go sit down. You’re already late, don’t waste more time.” She hesitated, frozen in place as eve
"I-I..." she stammered, shrinking back into the wall as if trying to melt into it. Her throat tightened, and the words died before they could escape, swallowed by the fear that gripped her entirely. Every inch of her screamed to vanish, to be anywhere but here. A muscle in Zayden's jaw ticked, his forehead taut with restrained fury, the air between them thick with tension. "Why the fuck are you always around me?" Zayden hissed, his voice low, strained, like a thread pulled too tight, ready to snap. His hands were still braced on either side of her against the wall, caging her in, but it wasn’t just the physical space he had cornered her into, it was emotional too, suffocating for her. She trembled, her back flat against the wall. Her wide eyes darted up to meet his, but she wished they hadn't, because what stared back at her wasn’t just anger. It was something darker and unstable. “I-I didn’t mean—” she whispered, voice barely audible. “Don’t.” He snapped before she could fin
Amara gently stirred the vegetables simmering in the pan, her breakfast now, and inevitably her lunch later. Mornings were the only time she had to cook as once she got back from college, there was barely a moment to spare before heading to her part-time job at Aiden’s office. It was just past seven, and with most of her morning chores already done, she finally had a quiet moment to eat and gather herself before the long day ahead. Just as Amara closed the lid of the pan, her phone rang. She frowned, wondering who would be calling this early in the morning. Wiping her hands on the towel, she walked over to the couch and picked up her phone, only to see the name of the orphanage flashing on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat as she answered it immediately. "Hello—" "Amara!" Lucas's loud voice burst through the speaker, making her flinch. Her face tensed in alarm, heart racing with fear that something had happened. "Lucas? What happened? Are you oka—" "I’m so happy, Amara! The gi
Men are foolishly brave creatures.They confuse silence with surrender. Mistake absence for weakness. And when the devil disappears for a while, they start to believe he's no longer a threat. That he's turned soft. Distracted by fatherhood. Changed by marriage.But the devil doesn't change.Killian had only taken a pause from the mafia world, for Kiara, for his daughter who had become the center of his universe.He hadn't touched a gun or spilled blood in months. Hadn't reminded the world of the name that once made grown men piss their pants in boardrooms and alleyways alike. And that was all it took for the rats to crawl out of the cracks. They thought his silence meant submission. They mistook his distance for defeat. And in their arrogance, they dared to mess with him.They fucking dared to betray him.A shipment worth ten million was intercepted, diverted from its original path, and handed over to his rival. Rafael Martinez.An open declaration of war from that bastard. And Killia