All Chapters of Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The morning sun barely pierced through the dusty window of a cramped, one-room apartment. Aurora sat at a small wooden table, staring at the meager breakfast before her with a single piece of bread and a cup of watered-down coffee. Her stomach twisted with hunger, but food was the last thing on her mind.From the worn-out couch in the corner, soft, ragged breathing filled the silence. Her mother, Maria, lay motionless, her pale face glistening with sweat. The coughing fits had worsened overnight, and even in sleep, she looked like she was in pain.Aurora wiped her tired eyes and stood, her shoulders slumping under the weight of exhaustion. She was tired... tired of everything.Life had been cruel to her since childhood. She had grown up in a poor family, with a sickly mother and a father addicted to gambling. Every time he lost and fell into debt with loan sharks, she was the one forced to clean up his mess. She had no choice. If she refused, he would beat her.Since junior high, she

The entire suite fell in a suffocating tension. Aurora’s wrist burned, but she barely felt it anymore. Her pulse was erratic as she stared at the imposing man before her. His presence was overwhelming, his gaze piercing–a shade of gray that felt like it could see right through her. There was something about him, something peculiar… something that pulled her in, even though every instinct screamed at her to run.Without a word, he took the sharp shard from her trembling fingers and tossed it aside."M-Mr. Moore, this is a misunderstanding," the old man stammered, his voice cracking. "I–I had no idea she was under your protection."Aurora's breath hitched. Under his protection?Grayson remained indifferent to the man's pathetic attempts at explaining himself. Instead, he pulled a crisp white handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around Aurora’s bleeding wrist. His fingers were cold, steady, yet surprisingly gentle.Aurora flinched at the unexpected contact. "Who... who are you?" s

The morning of the next day.. Aurora sat behind the long and polished table. The breakfast spread before her untouched. Golden croissants, eggs cooked to perfection, a platter of sliced fruits, and a cup of hot milk sat neatly in front of her. Yet, she had no appetite. Her chest tightened with worry about her mother’s hospitalization. The deadline had come. If she could not pay the down payment this morning, the hospital would discharge her mother. She clutched the fabric of her dress under the table, gathering her courage before speaking. "I need to go to the hospital today." Across from her, Grayson continued scrolling through emails on his phone, seemingly unaffected by her words. Dressed in a crisp black shirt, his sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing strong forearms, he exuded effortless power. Even in silence, his presence dominated the room. Seconds passed before he finally set his phone down. His steel-gray eyes met hers— cold and piercing. "You cannot leave." Aurora

"WHO told you to go and work in the kitchen?"Grayson's voice cut through the air, sharp and absolute. His gray eyes bore into Aurora, pinning her in place.She swallowed, lowering her gaze. He was too handsome—and too intimidating to look at for long."No one," she murmured, her fingers nervously twisting together.A touch—light but firm, tipped her chin up. She flinched subconsciously.Grayson’s fingers held her still, forcing her to meet his eyes."Then what were you doing there?" His voice remained void of warmth.Aurora's breath faltered. Her lips parted, but the weight of his gaze left her struggling for words."I–I just wanted to…" she faltered, then forced herself to finish. "To make you a simple breakfast… as a token of gratitude for saving my mother."For a fraction of a second, something flickered behind his eyes—too quick to catch. Then, it was gone.He hadn’t expected that.She still saw it as a favor. She still thanked him, despite knowing she was nothing more than his c

Early the next morning…A dull throb pulsed at Aurora’s temples as she stirred awake. Her limbs felt heavy, as if she were wading through fog, and yet her head felt weightless—light in the most disorienting way.The soft glow of morning light spilled in through the sheer curtains. Everything felt unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. The fever was gone, leaving only the heaviness of deep exhaustion behind. She shifted slightly beneath the covers—and that was when she noticed it.The damp cloth resting on her forehead.The comforter, neatly tucked around her.And the faint, distinct scent of a man’s cologne.Her heart jumped. That scent… it was his.Memories stirred—hazy and fragmented. Warm hands. A low voice coaxing her to drink something bitter. The sound of her name spoken in a tone that almost felt… gentle.She blinked hard. No, it couldn’t be.Grayson Moore didn’t do tenderness.A soft knock broke the quiet. B