All Chapters of Beyond the velvet curtain - The mafia Lord rule: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aurora's pov I have always thought my fate will be different from others since I thought I am the only daughter of my parents, but I was wrong, I was just their only chance to success and nothing more. I watch as the greasy looking men lust over my body and yelled within myself, it's going to be hell from now on. I tried to hold back the tears that are threatening to roll down my cheeks. I have had a thorough life from birth and growing up has been a disaster with my family having less or no care about me. I am just a tool to their future success. In my hometown a female has no right, no usefulness, they are just a means of getting funds to support the men. On this day it was my 18th birthday and it marked the end of my freedom and beginning of my suffering, my parents had already negotiated with merchants and wanted to sell me to raise my brothers.I was dressed in my best clothes even thoughto others it was just a faded clothes or less a rag.My father dragged me while tellin

Aurora's POV Lord Logan's gaze was intense, piercing, and I felt like I was drowning in its depths. i felt irritated at the way he was staring, it made me want to dig my hands into his eyes then run off. I know i can't stay and add to leave, but how. He's always keeping his eyes on me leaving me with no choice but to stay rooted beside him. “What do you think you are doing here?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain. "You are nothing but a poor, insignificant girl from the countryside. What makes you think you are worthy of being in my presence?" I was lost for seconds, has he gone nuts or what? he bought me and brought me here what was I suppose to do? I felt a sting from his words, but I refused to look away. I stood tall, meeting his gaze with a spark of defiance. "I'm here because my parents sold me to you," I replied, my voice steady. "I also did not want to be here or in your presence I just didn't have a choice, and if my sight disgust you that much just let me go. I

Aurora's POV The figure leaned in closer, its grip closing around my neck like a vice. I was pinned to the bed, unable to move or escape. As I struggled to breathe, I recognized the familiar scent of Lord Logan's cologne wafting through the air. "What’re you doing here?" Lord Logan's low, husky voice whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. What did he mean by that statement? I was brought here by his servants and guarded tightly by his men. I tried to respond, but my voice was barely audible, muffled by the pressure of his grip on my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, and his eyes seemed to bore into mine, searching for something. His grip tightened, and I felt a surge of fear course through my veins. I was trapped, at his mercy, and I had no idea what he'd planned for me. I don't want to be devoured by this demon, who is as cold as ice, ruthless and cunning as the devil. He was good loooking but he is heartless. I don't want to be a commodity that could

Aurora's POV I was to tired to stand up from the bed so I slept in the room ignoring his warning, He was the reason why I was stressed so why should I listen to him. I want to defy him so that he can get angry and free me, I can't continue living with this abusive man. it's not a crime to be a woman, it just that we met ourselves in a world that consists of demons. I have heard of lord Logan countless times, he was feared by both the rich and the poor. He was a fucker ruthless mafia Lord who only see everybody as a pawn in his world. According to rumor only someone could make his softening his heart, and that's his childhood friend. I wonder what kind of woman would want to be with such a man. I don't want to be entangled in his world, I wish to escape as soon as possible. Even though I know it's not easy to escape his grip I will keep on trying and I Know that I will be free one day. I closed my teary eyes, as I tried to get some rest. **** The following morning I w

Logan's POV I had gone to my stepmother's company earlier. It was actually my father's, but it became hers after his death. She was sitting on her sofa, having her workers do her nails and pedicure. The sight of her irritated me so much. I just needed her for a little while longer before she joined my mother and her goddamn husband; that son of a bitch who claimed to be my father. I clenched my fists as I watched her, my anger simmering just below the surface. She was so oblivious to the world around her, so caught up in her own selfish desires. She had destroyed my family, manipulated my father into leaving everything to her, and now she was reveling in her wealth and power. I had to grit my teeth to keep myself from lashing out at her, to remind myself that I needed her... for now. But the thought of her joining that bastard, James, in the afterlife brought a cold smile to my lips. They would all get what was coming to them, eventually. “Ah, who do we have here, my darling son