LOGINVincent POVThe whispers, they crawled into my ears, low and desperate, only loud enough to be remembered. Somehow, they made me feel something close to pride.Not happiness. Never that. But a cold, brutal satisfaction. She deserved the same pain, the same fear, the same helplessness she had forced me to live through.“Please… don’t do anything to my child.”Nisha’s voice broke as she cried, desperation tearing through every word. She begged.I didn’t stop.I just watched her.If anyone ever says I’m a psychopath, I won’t deny it. Because when it comes to her I am exactly that. A monster. One I don’t even try to control anymore.I don’t lose myself in rage.I chose it.The child’s cries tore through the room pleading, broken, terrified. Every sound felt like it was clawing at her, shattering her piece by piece.I watched it happen. I watched her break.Slowly, I rose from the chair.My gaze lingered on her one last time not with, Then I turned away.“You don’t need to do anything,” I
Aria's POVHe didn’t answer. He just looked at me silent, unreadable, his gaze heavy enough to pin me in place.I struggled, trying to pull away from him. I didn’t want to be here, not like this. I wanted distance, anything that would stop my heart from hurting this way. I twisted, my body tense with the need to escape, but his grip tightened instead, firm making my blood boil.“Leave me,” I snapped, my voice sharp with anger and pain.He didn’t.Before I could understand what was happening, he pulled me toward him. His lips crashed against mine suddenly, desperate, fierce and my heart stuttered in my chest. The kiss stole the breath from my lungs, catching me completely off guard.I fought it at first. I really did. I pushed against his chest, tried to keep my guard up, tried to remind myself why I was angry, why I was hurt. But he didn’t let go. He held me there, steady.And slowly, against my will, my resistance cracked.The heat of the kiss seeped into me, melting the anger, so
Aria's POVThe baby’s cries slowly eased as I fed her, the tension in my chest loosening with every quiet breath she took. I could feel his presence beside us silent, watchful.“She’s… hungry,” he said quietly, almost stupidly, as if stating the obvious.I smiled.In my arms, she relaxed completely, her tiny body growing with comfort. Her little eyes fluttered for a moment before closing, peaceful and safe.I looked up at him as he carefully took the baby from my arms. His movements were slow too slow…like he was afraid even his breath might wake her. He walked a few steps, every one of them cautious, before gently placing her into the crib.He stood there for a moment, not moving.She stirred, her tiny hand lifting slightly, but her eyes didn’t open. After a second, she settled again, drifting back into sleep.His gaze softened in a way I had never seen before.I notice the exhaustion in his dark, heavy, sleepless eyes. He had been awake almost the entire night and the previous nig
Author's POV Vincent ’s hands trembled as he tried to clench his fists, forcing them to stay still. His legs moved restlessly, pacing back and forth, unable to settle. His eyes kept drifting to the door again and againFear clawed at his chest, raw, suffocating.He had never felt anxiety like this before. Never.He was a man who destroyed everything, not one who waited helplessly outside a door.For her he did.All he wanted…..and needed was for his Brown to be okay. The nurse opened the door a bruptly.“Ma'am asking for you, sir,” she said, stepping aside.Vincent didn’t wait.His legs carried him inside, breath uneven, heart hammering violently against his ribs. The moment he crossed the threshold, his world narrowed to one thing. His Brown.She lay on the bed, her body arched in agony. Her eyes were squeezed shut, lashes wet with tears. Her mouth opened as a scream tore out of her raw, broken, and full of pain that ripped straight through him.In two strides, he was at her sid
Author's POV The man’s sharp, calculating eyes landed on them coldly. His gaze slowly scanned Aria from head to toe.There was something deeply unsettling about the way he looked at her.Before Aria could even react, Aurora tightened her grip around Aria’s arm and turned her slightly, placing herself between Aria and that cold gaze.She turned around, guiding Aria away from the man’s sight. Rocky followed close behind them, his paws padding quickly across the floor.For a brief second, the man’s eyes shifted landing on the dog.The lift doors opened.Aurora hurried Aria inside, and the moment the doors slid shut, the heavy air outside was cut off. The soft hum of the lift filled the silence. Aurora’s face had gone pale; fear was clearly etched into her features, her hand still gripping Aria’s arm.Aria looked at her, her heart tightening. She couldn’t stop herself anymore.“Aurora… who was he?”Aurora looked at Aria.The lift doors opened on their floor. They stepped out slowly, the
Author's POV Aria sat in the garden as evening settled around her, the environment calm and quiet. The sky was slowly fading into softer shades, and a cool breeze brushed past her skin.Her eyes lingered on Rocky, her small dog. She had brought him home a long time ago. They had never named him back then, but Rowan did it now and they call him by the same name Rocky.The little one had grown into a beautiful dog now. He ran freely across the garden, rolling in the grass and chasing fallen leaves, completely lost in his joy. Watching him play brought a soft smile to Aria’s lips.To her, Rocky was like her child.“Here is your tea,” Aurora’s voice broke Aria’s gaze.Aria turned as Aurora came and gently placed the tray beside her. Aria looked up at her and smiled faintly.“Thanks,” she mumbled.As they sat there, slowly sipping their tea, Aurora spoke looking at Rocky “Now you have two babies to look after.”Aria smiled and nodded.“By the way,” Aurora added, her eyes lighting up, “a
Author's POV Their conversation was interrupted by Adrian, who came toward them, his expression serious.“I made all the arrangements you asked for,” he said, glancing at Vincent. “I also sent Rowan to take care of Mrs. Sullivan’s security.”Vincent’s eyes moved to Adrian as he asked, “How was he?”
Author's POV Her skin turned cold, sweat starting to gather on her forehead as she again mumbled, “This is not real.”Her knees gave up as she collapsed onto the sofa behind her.She wanted to scream, saying this is not true, but deep inside she knew the truth was right in front of her, smashed on
Author's POV I looked beautiful too today, she thought bitterly.Maybe Stella was telling the truth. Why did I believe him? He must’ve slept with thousands of women.Yes… that’s why he’s so experienced in all those things.The frustration was building inside her, irritation rushing through her. Wh
Author's POV One by one, he grabbed the loose pleats of her saree and fixed them properly, his hands focused, fixing everything to the point that he knelt down in front of her.Aria stood still in front of him, her heart uneven. The only thing in her mind, repeating since last night, was clear Vin







