All Chapters of Marriage of Deceit: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nicky POVThe hospital was in chaos that evening. I had used a tracker to find her, after tracking her to the hospital. I once promised myself not to use a tracker on her again, but since I don't know where she lives now. I had to use the tracker to find her. I was scared why she was in the hospital? When I got to the OR, some patients were crying. I got scared if anything had happened to Aurora. Then I saw Aurora, she was unconscious, so I stood around to watch her, because I didn't trust the faces I saw. I saw Orla and her mother Fiona, the way they were acting made me nervous, it seems they were up to no good I was there when they wheeled Aurora through the double doors, heading to the surgical dressing room. The sight almost stopped my heart. Her hair stuck to her damp face, her lips pale. Seeing her made my heart sink, what had happened? I stayed in the shadows, my hoodie pulled up, pretending to be another visitor. The tracker I’d slipped into her earrings weeks ago had al

AURORA. POVI opened my eyes slowly, my eyelid felt heavy. I turned to the other side of the bed, and I met Nicky. She was dozing off beside me. I looked around to be sure of where I was. A Drip was connected to my right hand, I dragged it out- and sat down. I stood up from the bed, and tried to move but my legs were too weak to move.I fell on the ground, my legs were very heavy.“Are you okay?” Nicky sprang up, her face full of worry.“Nicky…I thought you were sleeping. Sorry for disturbing you.” I said with a smile.She smiled and touched my face.“Aurora, are you okay?”I returned the smile, “My legs are heavy.”She touched my legs, “Rora,” She said in a calm voice. Her eyes were fixed on my leg like there was dirt on it.“Umm….” I replied.“What if you had woken up without one of your legs?” She said, in. slow tone. Her face was very serious.“That's not possible. I only fell from the stairs and that's not enough reason for my legs to be cut off.” I said, with raised brows.“Ro

RYLAN POVAsher had left for the hospital to treat the injuries he sustained from the attack.Red was outside when I got home. She rushed to my car door and opened it.“I am sorry Rylan. Have you seen Aurora?”I nodded my head in response, she followed me into the house.She suddenly pulled my arm, her face filled with worry.“What is it, Red? I want to rest. These days have been stressful.” I replied, to cut her off.“You can't rest Rylan, your mother Raine has been screaming at the mansion. That you ordered for her legs to be cut off.” She said, her tone filled with worry.I stopped in my tracks and turned to her.“How did I order it? It was done by her mother. They all planned to hurt Aurora. If not for….” I stopped and grabbed her shoulders.“Red, you introduced that Doctor to me. Haven't I told you to be careful about people you trust? At first he lied, Aurora didn't break a bone. Now he is saying another thing differently. So tell me how will I fix this?” I said, my tone steady.

I sat quietly, my hands twisting in my lap. The room felt heavy, like the walls themselves were listening. Nicky leaned against the dresser, arms folded, her sharp eyes never leaving me.“Aurora,” she said at last, her voice steady, “You need to stop lying to yourself. Fiona doesn’t love you!! She never did AURORA. Everything she’s done proves that. Have you forgotten what they did? Isn't it time you leave them? After everything you did for them? Their design company was about to fall, if not for your designs. It would have fallen, have you forgotten the company is under Orla's name?Is this the life you want?”Her words stung and made my heart sink. “She raised me, I would still be in the orphanage without them. The nice clothes they gave me, a roof on my head..” I whispered, my throat tight.“She used you,” Nicky snapped. “She wanted control, not family. And Rylan? He’s no better!! He lets them do whatever. Aurora, I don't care what they have done!! But this one is different, she wan

STILL AURORA POVThe door shut behind me with a heavy click. I didn’t need to try the handle to know it was locked. It always was.My room smelled of fabric, chalk, and the faint sting of glue. Rolls of silk and tulle were stacked like towers against the wall. Sketches covered the desk and spilled onto the floor. My fingers were sore from pinning and cutting all day, but I forced the pencil back onto the page. Every time I paused, I remembered Fiona’s voice: “You’re not leaving this room until I see a new collection for the board.”I took a deep neath, “It will be fine Aurora. Very soon.”I turned to see the heap of Orla used clothes, she always dumped them in my room like a room for refuse dump. She never really used her clothes three times. After the second time she calls them old.I turned over to my work, the light casting long shadows on the oil paper. My eyes burned from the strain, but I kept sketching. Another dress, another line, another night where the only sound was the scr