The morning was tense, the heavy air of the mansion seeming thicker than usual. Damian sat in his study, nursing a glass of whiskey despite the early hour. He didn’t care about appearances anymore. His thoughts were consumed by Aurora and the fight with Lina the night before.His peace didn’t last long. The heavy sound of boots echoed in the hallway, and then the door slammed open.“Damian!” a deep, commanding voice roared.Damian didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His father’s voice was unmistakable, sharp and filled with authority that demanded obedience.“What are you doing here?” Damian asked coldly, setting the glass down and leaning back in his chair.His father stepped inside, his towering figure casting a shadow across the room. He was a man of power, with broad shoulders and a stern face that seemed carved from stone. His presence was suffocating.“You think I wouldn’t come?” his father growled, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Lina called me.”Damian’s jaw tightened. “I sh
The mansion was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that seemed to press against the walls. Damian stood in the study, his back to the door, staring at the large map spread across the desk. His fingers traced the edge of the table, his thoughts far away.Aurora’s face haunted him.He clenched his jaw, gripping the edge of the desk tightly. How had she been there? Who had brought her? The questions swirled in his mind, filling him with anger and frustration.The door creaked open behind him, and Lina’s voice broke the silence.“Damian,” she said sweetly. “Are you in here sulking again?”He didn’t respond.Lina stepped inside, her emerald gown swishing softly as she walked toward him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her fingers curling against his suit. “You’ve been like this since the wedding,” she said softly. “What’s wrong?”Damian shrugged her hand off, his movements sharp. “Don’t touch me,” he said coldly.Lina blinked, her smile faltering. “Excuse me?”“I said, don’t touch me,” Da
Aurora couldn’t sleep that night. The walls of her small room felt like they were closing in, and the events of the evening played over and over in her mind. Lucas’s cruel words echoed in her ears, but it was her own defiance that scared her the most.She had spoken back to him. She had challenged him.And she had survived for now.The house was silent, the kind of quiet that made her skin crawl. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the moonlight streaming through the barred window. Her fists were clenched tightly in her lap, her knuckles white.A sudden knock on the door made her jump.“Aurora,” a maid whispered from the other side. “Come quickly.”Aurora’s heart raced as she opened the door. The maid’s face was pale, her eyes darting nervously down the hallway.“What’s wrong?” Aurora asked, her voice trembling.“Lucas is in the cellar,” the maid said hurriedly. “He told the staff to stay away, but… I heard things. Voices. Someone is with him.”Aurora frowned. “Someone? Who?”“
The ride back to Lucas’s house felt endless. Aurora sat stiffly in the corner of the carriage, her hands shaking. She tried to make herself as small as possible, hoping he wouldn’t speak to her.But Lucas didn’t need to say anything. His silence was worse. She could feel his cold eyes on her, watching her every move, and it made her stomach twist in fear.When the car finally stopped, Lucas stepped out first. Then, without a word, he reached inside and grabbed Aurora’s arm.“Get out,” he snapped, his grip tight.Aurora stumbled out of the carriage, trying to keep up as he dragged her up the stone steps to the house.“Lucas, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling.“Walk faster,” he growled. “You’ve embarrassed me enough for one night.”His words made her flinch, but she said nothing. She just let him pull her through the large front doors. The servants in the hall didn’t look at her. They bowed their heads and stepped aside as Lucas stormed past, dragging Aurora with him.They wen
The carriage ride back to the estate was silent. Lina sat beside Damian, her emerald gown shimmering faintly in the moonlight that filtered through the window. Her gloved hands rested on her lap, her fingers tapping idly against one another as she stole glances at him.Damian, however, sat stiffly, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable, but his mind was anything but calm.Aurora.He had seen her if only for a fleeting moment. That brief glimpse had set his entire world spinning. How was she there? Why? And who had brought her?“Damian,” Lina’s voice broke through his thoughts, sweet and measured, like a woman who knew her power.He didn’t respond, his eyes still on the window.“Damian,” she repeated, her tone firmer now. “You’ve been quiet all night. What’s wrong?”Finally, he turned his head, meeting her gaze with cold, detached eyes. “Nothing,” he said shortly.She tilted her head, her lips curving into a small smile. “Nothing? O
The grand hall was alive with chatter and laughter, the sound of clinking glasses and soft music filling the air. Guests in elaborate suits and gowns moved gracefully through the room, their faces alight with false smiles and whispered secrets. The wedding of Damian and Lina was the event of the season, a display of power and wealth no one wanted to miss.Lucas stood near the entrance, his tall frame draped in a sharp black suit that seemed to absorb the light around him. His piercing eyes scanned the crowd with the precision of a hunter. Beside him, Aurora stood trembling, her delicate form wrapped in a simple dress that contrasted sharply with the extravagance around her.She had wanted to refuse, to beg not to come, but Lucas’s warning still echoed in her mind.“You will come with me,” he had said earlier, his voice cold and final. “And you will do as I say. If you try to run, Aurora, I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”“Yes,” she had whisper