Killian introduced Natasha to the room, her presence sending shock through the people present in the room. Alejandro, Elijah, and Killian's father fixed their gazes on Natasha, who responded with a small smile yet nervous smile. Their presence was making her feel anxious. A thick tension hung in the air. Killian's father, with a stern demeanour, looked at Killian with a cold gaze "What is this, Killian?""She's my girlfriend." Killian declared unfazed, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. Alejandro looked at Killian with a mix of anger and disappointment. "You're married, Killian! Show some decency! How can you betray your newly wedded wife?" He snapped. With a jaw clenched in frustration, Killian retorted, "Newly wedded wife? She isn't my fucking wife! She's forced upon me just because she's bearing my child. If it weren't for the bastard growing inside her, I wouldn't have even considered her as a match for me." His growl echoed, silencing Alejandro wit

Trigger warning :- Forced scene Ahead. (16+)***"Strip, Amara"Amara's gaze locked onto Killian, shock etched across her face as his cold order reverberated through the room. His words sent a shiver down her spine, and more tears rolled down her eyes. She shook her head hearing him, her lips pressed in a thin line. Killian yanked her towards him and held her nap in a tight grip, forcing her to look at him. "Do you want me to repeat that night, huh?" He asked through clenched teeth. "Tell me, Amara, do you want me to tie up you to the bed, rip your clothes and pound inside your tiny cunt mercilessly until you pass out?!" He brought her face closer to his, their lips almost touching. Her shaky breath filled with fear touched his skin, making his insides burn with lust. "N-no" Killian smirked hearing her. She's fragile, and so are her words. How much he would love to corrupt this innocence again. "Let me g-go, please," Amara begged, big fat tears streaming down her cheeks like a wat

The soft morning light entered the room through the window, casting a warm glow in the room. Amara, still nestled in Killian's embrace, slept peacefully. Her face was hidden in his taut and broad chest, warm breath living through her parted lips which hit his skin. His hands enveloped her completely, one protectively cradling her pregnant belly as he held her close to him even in his sleep. A blanket covered their naked bodies, hiding their nudity in a cover. Amara stirred in her sleep when she felt the morning rays touching her face. Her face was crushed in a hard chest and her body felt caged between two muscular arms. She moved slightly to get from him but a small whimper left her lips when she felt a stinging pain between her legs. She opened her eyes slowly on feeling the sharp pain and came face with a sleeping Killian. His face was just an inch away from her, so close that she was afraid their lips would touch if she moved a little. His dishevelled hair framed his forehead, le

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

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