AURORA'S POV The next day, I stayed in the teachers’ lounge during lunch, holding my leftover sandwich . I kept moving from one foot to the other, feeling like a kid who got in trouble. My butt still hurt, but the pain Aiden left inside me hurt even more. Sex with Aiden wasn’t just good. It was amazing. Powerful. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. But the way he quickly pulled away and acted like nothing happened made me dizzy. Not because I wanted cuddles and sweet talk but because the way he changed so fast from warm to cold shocked me. The strong feelings I had for him scared me, and wanting to keep him safe made me feel sick. Not just sick. Crazy. Wrong. I never gave up my values for Thomas. Now I understood why Aiden paid for sex. It wasn’t just because he liked strange things. It was because he lost control when he was with someone. He came alive, he cursed, he stopped holding back. He dropped the careful mask he always wore, like a snake losing its old skin leaving him exp
AURORA'S POV Annabelle’s eyes went straight to my half-open shoulder bag hanging from my seat. A drawing from one of my students, Riley, for Greta Reynolds was peeking out. It had her name on it with flowers and hearts.“Does he know you still see Thomas’s grandmother every week?” Annabelle asked.“He found out yesterday,” I said, cutting a meatball with my plastic fork.“Yikes,” my sister winced. “How did you tell him?”“I didn’t. Someone else did.”“Who?” Ariella’s blue eyes went wide.I wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t hard to guess that it was Herold Landon or his wife who told Aiden. I shrugged. “Not sure. But it’s out now. He told me to stop seeing her.”“Ugh, he has no right to tell you what to do,” Annabelle said, clearly forgetting her promise to stop badmouthing my husband after losing a poker game. “Your marriage has a big price, but being a feminist isn’t one of them.”“I refused,” I said calmly.Ariella rubbed my arm. “At least you tried.”“And succeeded,” I added, taking ano
AURORA'S POV Ariella shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, like she didn’t know.“Mom said the one year Herold and Aiden spent in Evon together almost made her lose a son. My older brother lost a lot of weight, stopped playing polo, and stayed away from everyone. He’s always been cold and different, but after that year, everyone agreed he became… well…” Ariella took a deep breath and looked down at the old table in front of us. “Soulless.”That word hit me hard, like a punch. I wanted to flip the table and shout, He does have a soul. So much soul. More than you can ever imagine.Annabelle handed me a glass of water, sensing I was losing my control. I was sure that Herold had done something terrible to Aiden. And because of that, Aiden became who he was today.“Thanks for telling me, Ariella.” I reached out and squeezed her hand.She held my hand tightly. “That’s what sisters in law are for, right? Just please don’t tell Aiden. He won’t forgive me.”“Your secret is safe with us,”
AURORA'S POV Petar opened the gate and showed me my new parking spot. He took me to a room on the second floor, right next to the biggest bedroom, talking excitedly about the movie room, the running path around the house, and the indoor pool like a happy salesman. “Petar, can you show me the demon fountain?” I asked when we got to the stairs. He stopped moving and shook his head. “Mr. King wouldn’t like that. No.” I wasn’t shocked to see all my stuff already in the room. My things were taken out of the boxes, and my clothes were folded, hung up, and put nicely in the big walk in closet. “If you need anything, just tell us,” Petar said, smiling like he was up to something. “A home cooked meal, more pillows even the name of a good therapist. I’m here for you, Aurora. All day, every day.” I laughed and gave him a thumbs up. “Thanks, Petar. You’re the best.” He turned to leave while I opened my laptop. My yoga class had already started, so I figured I might as well get rea
AURORA'S POV He threw his tie and coat on a chair in the corner of the room. I didn’t listen to what he said. The pain Herold had caused this man made it hard to get close to his true self. He was tough, but I hoped he wasn’t impossible to reach. I wasn’t someone who gave up and I wasn’t about to give up on a man who, I thought, had been let down by everyone else in his life. “Also,” I said in my teacher voice, ignoring his words, “during dinner, we will do the hard work of talking to each other.” I could swear my husband actually went pale. He looked like he might get sick. I kept going, not stopping. “You’ll tell me about your day, and I’ll do the same. Then, and only then, will we make love.” His eyes nearly popped out of his head at the word “love.” “The answer is no,” he said. “Fine. Let’s do the usual. I’ll say no to you for a few weeks. You’ll leave the bed unsatisfied, go to work, see Henry holding baby pictures, and then you’ll do it my way.” I smiled brightl
AURORA'S POV Something hot passed between us. I couldn’t stop looking at him. He walked toward me and I moved to the middle of the mattress Aiden flipped me onto my stomach and pinned me down on the bed then he pushed his knee between my thighs to open them while my ass stayed in the air, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. The soft ribbon touched my skin, making me shiver. He wrapped the ribbon around my wrists, moving it the other way to tie me tightly. He did it fast and well, looping it again so I couldn’t move my arms. “So that’s how you knew how to tie us both with one hand,” I said, breathing hard. “It’s called a hogtie.” He gave the ribbon a little pull. “Lift your feet.” After that, he tied my legs, connecting the ribbon from my wrists to my ankles. I felt like a little pig ready to be cooked over a fire. I laughed, a little out of breath. Partly because I was excited, and partly because giving up control felt wild and fun. The bed moved as Aiden
AURORA'S POV The air felt heavy with sex and full of good feelings. “I don’t usually see them the next morning,” he said in a short, cold voice. “I never stopped to think what it looks” “Don’t talk to me about your prostitutes while we’re in bed!” I was yelling now. I was so deep in teacher mode that it was a miracle I didn’t send him to time out. He didn’t say anything, and I was mad I couldn’t see his face. “Actually, don’t talk about them outside the bed either.” “There are no whores anymore,” he shouted back. “You made sure of that.” “Good.” I felt very bossy for someone tied up and naked on a bed. “I hope your old flings lose all their money and get real jobs now that you’re not paying them.” “You’re crazy,” he said, his voice calm like always. “Well, lucky for me, hubby, you’re not exactly normal either. Now do what you want with me. And make it good.” Aiden pulled on the knot between my wrists and ankles, putting one gentle hand on my butt. He slid two fingers
AURORA'S POV I tried to make things more exciting so I invited Petar, Annabelle, Henry, Sandy, and Ariella to join us a few times each week since the cook made enough food to feed the whole neighborhood. One time, I even invited his parents. Aiden accepted the change with quiet patience. He didn’t like the extra socializing, but he put up with it, knowing our nights together made it worth it. We not only had dinner together every day, but I made sure to talk about my day. I shared funny stories about the kids I taught and what they said and did in class. Most of the time, he only answered with short groans. He didn’t talk much about his day at work and refused to discuss the Green Living lawsuit. I knew he wanted to ask me if I heard back from Herold Landon about that job. The answer, by the way, was a big, disappointing no. I didn’t give him any information. Instead, I waited for him to come out of his dark world and talk to me, his little wife. I wanted him to ask me about my d
AIDEN'S POV Please don’t let it be Grinder or Nature Valley. The smile on his face was so big it looked like it might break. “Tanya” I drove to Herold Landon’s house as soon as I kissed my new niece, Tanya, hello. She was a little pink ball with a head full of red hair, just like her mom, and blue eyes, just like her dad. The loud crying, she probably got from Michael Phelps. The kid could scream so loud, it felt like it would blow the roof off. All in all, Tanya was one of the cutest babies I had ever seen and a great addition to the family. I really appreciated how Sandy didn’t call me out for being a terrible person for what I did to her best friend. She took my congratulations with a smile that wasn’t very warm, even though it was clear I was the reason her husband had come back to her hospital room all beaten up with two black eyes. A few hours later, I saw Herold, in dirty sweatpants and messy hair, walking from his front door to a truck with a cardboard box in his hand.
AIDEN'S POV He ignored me and knelt down to pick up more manure. A childish idea of revenge popped into my head. I crouched down to grab as much manure as I could. “She never loved your fake personality, idiot.” Hunter swung his arm back like he was throwing a baseball, hitting me in the chest. I threw my manure ball at his face, hitting his neck and chin. Now we were both in deep trouble. Literally. “Stalin had a better personality than you, moron. She was always stupidly and I’ll add, unreasonably in love with you!” He threw another ball at me. I threw one back at him. “She owed a lot of money,” I shouted. “I paid it. That’s why she married me.” “I know!” Henry laughed loudly, leaving the manure and jumping on me. He pushed me to the ground, grabbing my blazer’s collar as he pinned me down. “I know, because after the night Aurora agreed to your offer in the snowstorm, I went to her door. I knew I had to fix things. Not for her, or for you, but for my wife. I didn’t w
AIDEN'S POV I let go of the empty vodka bottle, watching it roll to Henry's stall. That asshole almost cost me a wife. What a jerk. The car stopped, the engine turned off, and the person stepped out, the sound of boots on leaves really annoying me. “Aiden? Are you there?” Henry’s deep voice called. When did my brother start acting all serious? “No,” I growled, knowing he was coming in anyway. He did, stopping at the door with his hands on his hips. “Sandy had the baby. I have a daughter.” I thought I’d feel relief that it wasn’t a son, someone to take over Royal Pipelines, but I just felt nothing. Normal people would be happy for their brother, but I wasn’t normal. “Congrats,” I said with a bored tone. “Are they both okay?” “Yeah.” “Good. I set up a trust for your daughter. Three thousand dollars each month until college.” “That’s not why I’m here but thanks for the gift” Then he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “Daniel found out Herold put Thomas Reynolds on t
AIDEN'S POV Aurora raised an eyebrow, looking at me with eyes so intense, if I had a heart, it would have broken for her. She clearly wanted me to care. “And you, what would you have done if Herold did something to me?” she asked softly. A cold shiver ran through me as I remembered the torture, burns , beatings and being locked in a dark church for hours, only with my demons to keep me company. Coming back to him, asking him for more. To pay for my father’s sins. To mourn our friendship. To numb my feelings and just like that, I remembered who I was. Who Herold Landon had made me. Who my father, my whole family wanted me to be. A sad smile twisted my face. I leaned down, my lips near my wife’s ear, my hot breath in her pale hair. “And I wish he’d finished what he started, Aurora, so I could finally marry someone better than you. You were a mistake. A stupid, careless mistake. I can’t wait for the divorce.” I felt, but didn’t see, her step back and that’s when I realized I
AIDEN'S POV She walked quickly toward me. “I kicked him out the night he came. You would’ve known that if you had answered any of my calls. Or if you had let me see you when I came to your house.” Your house. Of course, it was mine. Why would it be ours? I had taken her from the plain apartment I put her in, moved her into a guest room, and thought she would…what? Feel anything for the place? “Do you want a prize for staying loyal?. " She stopped right in front of me and her smell filled the room, making it hard to think. I wanted to grab her, shake her, push her out, kiss her, sleep with her, yell at her. All those things showed feelings and no control. “Daniel told you, didn’t he?” She tilted her head, watching me. She meant Herold Landon’s laptop. She must have seen the videos. “He works for me.” “So does the rest of the city.” “You too. So stop digging into my business before I cut you off.” “We both know I’m not here for the money. I want to talk about what I f
AURORA'S POV The third time I ran to the bathroom to throw up, I gave up. I shut my laptop and hid it under my bed, like the videos could still hurt me. I couldn’t watch my husband back when he was just a teenager being hurt, beaten, stuttering, crying, laughing, losing control and getting it back anymore. I wanted to hurt Herold Landon with my own hands and I knew, deep down, that I really could do it if I ever got the chance. Herold’s face wasn’t in the videos. But his voice was. You could hear why he did what he did. At six thirty in the morning, I got up and went to the shower. My eyes were swollen from crying all night. I knew two things for sure: One, I was going to make sure Landon paid for what he did, even if it was the last thing I ever did. Two, Aiden didn’t know how to feel anything after all he’d been through. But even someone who doesn’t feel love still deserves love. He still deserved peace, a place to belong, and a real home. From now on, I was going to give my
AIDEN'S POV After weeks of not seeing or hearing from Herold at Evon, I finally saw him at the main chapel. I felt both happy and scared. I waved at him from across the chapel. There were lots of students between us, and we all wore the same uniform. Herold saw me and looked away. A sharp pain hit my chest. That scared me. I couldn’t feel anything. Feelings would cause more nerve attacks, and nerve attacks would make Father kick me out. I did like baby Henry, but I didn’t want him to take the oldest son’s spot as heir to King Royal Pipelines and Father, Mother, and Henry were the only family I had left now. Herold probably hated me. After Sunday Mass, I walked across the lawn with my hands behind my back, looking at the grass and frowning. I didn’t care much that I had Tourette’s. It was annoying, yes but after reading a few books and medical papers about it, I had made a decision. I would beat it before I finished school and went to college. And when I make a decision, I always
AIDEN'S POV "Well,I guess it's because I have something called Tourette's syndrome." I leaned back in the chair, looking at all the white around me. It felt calm, and that made me feel better. There was a long silence from the other side of the window. "How long have you known?" "About a week." I heard pages turning on a clipboard from the other side. I smiled sadly. Usually, it's the patient who doesn’t know. "How can that be? It says here your tic attack happened two days ago," another voice said. It was a middle aged woman's voice. Both doctors had accents. One sounded Italian, and the other probably Swiss from the French side. "Yes," I said slowly, giving them time to write. "But I felt the attack coming in the days before, so I looked it up." "So you knew it was going to happen?" the Swiss doctor asked, surprised. "The attack." I nodded. She gasped. "Poor thing," she said. It wasn’t very doctor-like. "Well that's a new one. I’ve never been called that before,"
AIDEN'S POV THE PAST The first time I went to a juvenile treatment clinic was when I was fourteen. Earlier that week, I hurt myself so badly that I was still bleeding and had lost some teeth. My face was so swollen that it took three people to recognize me when they found me on the library floor. My mother went with me to the clinic in Switzerland. She didn’t want to go. I wore a coat, hat, and sunglasses to hide my bruises, like a celebrity trying to stay unnoticed. My mother didn’t say much on the flight from England to Zurich, except for one quiet sentence after the flight attendants had passed by. “Your father can’t know.” That was the first thing she said. Not asking how I was. Not asking how it happened. “Your father can’t know.” I didn’t say anything. She was right. Father couldn’t find out. And honestly, there was no way to explain what happened. One moment, I was sitting in the library studying hard to be first in my class like always, feeling a strange pressure i