All Chapters of Beauty And The Beast: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I wasn't eavesdropping. I just happened to be passing through the hallway on my way to my room when their voices drifted out from the sitting room. I paused for a second, not meaning to, but the words hit me like a slap. "Dad," Emily gasped, her voice sharp with disbelief. "You... you mean Alexander Costello... Like... like the same Alexander, the Italian don?" She whispered the last part like it was some forbidden secret. "Yes, my love, it is," Mother chuckled, sounding almost amused, like this was just another society match she could brag about over tea. But Father's face stayed blank as he spoke, the kind of empty expression that told me he wasn't happy about any of this. Not one bit. "Emily..." He drew in a heavy breath. "This man we are talking about is dangerous. I don't want you doing anything to anger him. Be the good wife you are supposed to be because fucking things up will be a great damage to my reputation... not only that... he can make this family vanish with just a

When they say chaos wrapped in silk, that was exactly what the mansion looked like when I walked in late in the evening. The air felt different the moment I stepped through the grand doors, thicker, heavier, buzzing with an energy I wasn’t used to.I had just come home from my evening part time job, feet aching and mind exhausted, hoping for some kind of normalcy. I only wanted some peace and silence or maybe… just maybe the normal routine of Emily and mother screaming their lungs out at me with some few beatings here and there, including being given some hectic works to do. But this… I wasn’t expecting at all.The mansion had been transformed into something I could barely recognize. Maybe hell, but dressed up in expensive clothing. The cold hallway marble floor was now covered with a warm, plush rug that swallowed my tired footsteps. The sitting room was adorned with flowers everywhere, massive arrangements of white roses and lilies making it look like a shrine. Crystal vases gleamed

Aiden lay on his bed, the worn novel open in his hands, but the words on the page blurred together like distant noise. He flipped through the pages slowly, eyes scanning lines without really absorbing any of them. His brain was somewhere else entirely."Choices change, people change, climate change, places change and even fortunes change..... But I wish I could have someone in my life who will remain constant."The thought lingered heavily as he kept flipping through the novel he was reading, technically reading with his eyes instead of his brain. The story might as well have been written in another language for all the attention he was giving it. His room felt smaller than usual tonight, the walls closing in with the weight of everything happening downstairs. The distant sounds of silverware and muffled laughter drifted up occasionally, reminding him that the world kept moving even when he stayed hidden.He got pulled out of his thoughts as he heard the roaring of several cars pullin

Aiden could feel the tension crackling in the air like electricity. His parents were going to kill him, he could sense it underneath their fake smiles and vicious gazes. He sat exactly where he had been told not to be, in the dining room, occupying the chair placed at the right side of where Alexander sat at the head of the table. Alexander’s mother sat across from him, watching everything with sharp, elegant eyes.“The marriage will happen next week,” Alexander said, his voice low and final, leaving no room for discussion.Aiden’s stepmother smiled wildly, barely able to contain her excitement. His father’s face looked pleased for the first time in weeks, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Emily sat beside Aiden, smiling shyly and playing the part of the perfect bride to be. Alexander’s mother looked shocked, her perfectly manicured fingers tightening slightly around her wine glass. And Aiden… he kept his face blank, completely neutral. He could feel Alexander staring

Aiden stared at his reflection in the tall mirror, the black suit fitting him perfectly, yet feeling completely foreign on his body. It wasn’t his. None of this was supposed to be his. Just a few hours ago, he had been curled up in his small room, quietly reading a book and trying to stay out of everyone’s way like he always did. That had been his role in this house for as long as he could remember, invisible, unwanted, a shadow no one cared to acknowledge.His stepmother’s sharp voice still echoed in his head from earlier that morning.“You should be grateful,” she had hissed, her eyes cold as ice. “Your sister ran away and embarrassed this entire family. The least you can do is fix the mess she left behind.”Aiden clenched his fists at his sides. Grateful? The word tasted bitter on his tongue. Emily had been the one promised to Alexander King Deluca. She was supposed to walk down the aisle today, smiling like the perfect trophy wife. Instead, she had run away with her secret boyfrie