All Chapters of Nine months under his roof : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rain hammered violently against the hospital windows, relentless and heavy, as though the sky itself had decided to collapse. Inside the narrow hallway, Aubrey Lane stood frozen under the luminescent white light, staring at the bill in her trembling hands.$300,000.The number didn’t look real. It looked like something printed by mistake. Like it was for someone else who could actually afford such money.Her fingers tightened around the edges of the bill until the paper crumpled slightly. Her vision blurred.Not from the rain outside, but from the tears threatening to fall from her eyes as they quivered helplessly.“Miss Lane,” the doctor said carefully stepping closer. His voice was gentle,practiced, like he had done this too many times before. “Your mother needs immediate surgery. Any further delay could lead to significant risks and complications”.Risk.Complications.Her mother's death.Each word hit hard against her chest.Aubrey swallowed hard, her throat dry. She forced a we

The hospital room felt painfully cold, the kind of cold that seeped into bone and stayed there, refusing to leave no matter how tightly you wrapped your arms around yourself.Aubrey sat stiffly on the edge of the examination bed, fingers clenched together so tightly her knuckles turned white. The hospital gown she wore did nothing to protect her from the chill—or from the reality of why she was here.Doctors moved around her with practiced efficiency, voices low, clipped,professional. Killian stood near the window.As always, he looked like he didn’t belong in a place like this- his face emotionless as usual. His tailored black suit didn’t have a single wrinkle. His posture was straight, hands tucked casually into his pockets, gaze fixed on the city outside as if the skyline held more value than whatever was going on inside this room.Aubrey watched him for a moment too long.“You could at least pretend to be human,” she muttered under her breath.Without turning, he replied flatly,

Living in Killian Frost's house felt less like living and more like existing inside a controlled experiment.Everything had rules. Everything had order. Aubrey was starting to realize she wasn't anything in this house. Not an employee. Not a guest. Not family. Just… a condition he had agreed to manage.And he managed everything. Even her breathing, if he could. Breakfast that morning had already proven it.Aubrey stirred her coffee lazily, sitting at the long marble dining table big enough for ten people but usually held only two of them—him at the head, her somewhere far down like she was some sort of inconvenience that he had to put up with.She lifted the cup.Barely took a sip.“Put that down.”His voice cut through the heavy silence instantly. Aubrey didn’t even look up. “And Good morning to you too.”Killian stood by the window, perfectly dressed as always, his posture rigid like he had never once slouched in his entire life. His gaze flicked to her cup.“What is that?”She fol

The room suddenly felt colder than normal.Not because the storm had worsened.Not because the chandelier flickered briefly overhead.But because something had changed.Aubrey felt it.One second, Killian had been standing beside her near the fireplace, his attention focused on the storm outside. The next, his phone vibrated,the ringtone piercing through the room.He glanced at the screen.And everything changed.His expression didn't disappear completely. Killian Frost was too controlled for that.But Aubrey saw it.The flicker in his eyes.The way his shoulders became rigid.The sudden stillness of him.He answered immediately."Talk." His voice was calm. Too calm.Aubrey watched him carefully.The person on the other end spoke quickly.Killian listened without interrupting.Then—"When?"A pause.His eyes darkened."No."Another pause."Don't involve the police yet."Aubrey's stomach twisted.That wasn't a normal phone call.It wasn't an emergency meeting.And it definitely wasn't

The mansion no longer felt like a home.It felt like the headquarters of a war.Staff hurried through the hallways with lowered heads, speaking in whispers that died the moment Killian Frost walked past. Phones rang constantly. Security guards appeared where Aubrey had never seen them before, dressed in black suits with earpieces that crackled every few minutes.No one smiled.No one dared.Aubrey stood on the second-floor balcony overlooking the grand entrance as three black SUVs rolled into the driveway one after another.The men who stepped out didn't look like ordinary bodyguards.They moved with quiet precision, scanning every corner before entering the house. One carried a silver briefcase handcuffed to his wrist.Another held a tablet displaying what looked like maps covered in blinking dots.Whatever was happening, it was much bigger than she had imagined."You shouldn't stand there."Aubrey turned.Mrs. Agnes stood behind her, clutching a tray of untouched tea."They've been