บททั้งหมดของ Beyond the velvet curtain - The mafia Lord rule: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Aurora's POV A while later, just as I began to calm my racing thoughts, a sudden knock startled me. My heart leapt to my throat. For a moment I hesitated, debating whether to answer, but curiosity got the better of me. When I opened the door, my breath caught. Diva stood there. Her perfume reached me before her smile did, It was sweet, suffocating, and deliberate. Behind her loomed two tall men in black, their broad shoulders blocking the hallway light. They looked familiar, too familiar. I’d seen them among Lord Logan's men before. Why were they with her? “Hello again,” Diva purred, her eyes gleaming as she stepped forward, forcing me to retreat into my own room. The men remained at the door, silent and stiff. “I… wasn’t expecting you,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Of course you don't darling” she replied smoothly, glancing around my room as though she owned it. “You’re quite comfortable here, aren’t you? Living under Logan’s roof, breathing his air, eatin

Aurora's POV The car rolled to a smooth stop, its tinted windows shielding me from the chaos outside. I didn’t know where we were going until the heavy bass of music vibrated through the ground beneath my heels. Lord Logan stepped out first, his tall frame cutting an intimidating figure under the dim glow of neon lights. He extended his hand toward me, his expression unreadable as always. “Come,” he said simply. My heart pounded as I placed my hand in his. The instant our skin touched, an electric tension surged through me part fear, part something I refused to name. He guided me out, and the chill of the night air hit me like a slap before we descended a narrow flight of stairs. The door at the bottom creaked open to reveal an entirely different world an underground casino buzzing with life. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over velvet draped walls. Men in tailored suits and women in glittering gowns crowded around poker tables and roulette wheels, their laughter minglin

Aurora's pov The mansion was eerily quiet after the bloodbath. My brother’s body had been taken away by Logan’s men, erased as though he had never existed. But the metallic stench of blood still clung to the marble floors and my memory, an ugly scar that refused to fade. I didn’t leave my room all night. I sat on the edge of the bed, trembling, replaying the moment over and over until the tears dried on my cheeks. Every instinct screamed at me to run. But where would I go? Logan’s shadow stretched farther than I could imagine. And my grandmother… my chest tightened at the thought. He had her life dangling by a thread. I told myself I would survive this. I had to. I had this thought on my mind as I cried myself to sleep. By morning the light filtered through the curtains when the knock came, a soft, polite sound that didn’t belong in this house of horrors. Before I could answer, the door opened, and a woman swept in as though she owned the place. And maybe she did. She was s

Aurora's pov I thought I had hit him right not until he twisted my hands and pinned me to the wall, the stick fell of my hand as I saw tiny drops of blood drip from his head. “Really? Just a little kindness and you're already gonna betray me? You just confirmed it that humans doesn't deserve mercy” I could hear the venom in his voice. He stormed off in front of me, I tried to follow him but his bodyguards blocked me and dragged me to the car, I came home alone. I couldn’t sleep that night, every time I closed my eyes, I saw the lifeless face in that room, disposed like a broken doll. The man's hollow eye burned into my mind, whispering warnings I couldn’t ignore. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of Logan’s words pressing down on my chest like a boulder. Power is the only thing that matters. If that was true, then I had none. And in Logan’s world, that meant I was as good as dead. By dawn, I’d made my decision. I was getting out. The house was quiet when I sl

Aurora's pov The ride back was silent. Logan’s hand rested casually on the wheel, his other hand draped across his thigh, stained with blood that wasn’t his. I sat stiffly beside him, my heart pounding like a war drum. I wanted to scream at him. To ask him why. Why had he killed so easily? Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he just… be normal? But every time I looked at him, the words died in my throat. There was something in his eyes something dangerous, something untamed that warned me to stay silent. When the car finally stopped, I let out a shaky breath of relief until I looked up and saw her. Diva. She stood at the top of the marble staircase like a goddess carved from sin. Long red gown hugging her perfect figure, diamonds glittering around her neck like drops of fire. Her blonde curls cascaded over her shoulders, I think she just dyed her hair and when her eyes met mine, they were full of pure, unfiltered hatred. “Oh,” she said, her lips curving into a slow smile.