Aurora eyes felt heavy, as her gaze fixated on the moonlit window. The house was enveloped in an eerie silence, heightened by the late hour and the absence of Xavier's return echoing through the halls. Minutes stretched into an unsettling quiet, and a peculiar worry tightened Aurora's body. Was he okay? As her eyelids grew heavy, an irresistible urge compelled her to steal one more glance at the clock. It's hands stubbornly pointing to the unforgiving hour of 3 am. 'What am I supposed to do?' The question echoed in her mind, lingering in the silent, dimly lit room.Was spending nights out, a customary ritual? Who was he with?Her conflicting emotions created a maze within, grappling with the paradox of worrying for someone determined to keep her at arm's length.'Aurora, just go to sleep, don't worry.' she scolded herself On the precipice of sleep, the door creaked open, sending a chill down her spine. She sensed his presence before looking; the room pulsated with angry energy.
"Name your price. Just tell me what you need, and I'll make it happen, but leave me alone."If it weren't for William's trust in her, she would have left without a penny.Her refusal was resolute, "I d-don't want your m-money."Xavier burst into laughter, a cynical edge to it. "Have you forgotten? Money was the sole reason you married me." He turned to look at her, his hand now draped over her shoulders. "I d-didn't m-marry you o-out of c-choice.""No?" He leaned in, his movements unsteady.Her voice cut through the tension, "No.""Is that so?" to which she nodded."A smooth liar, that's what you are," he slurred Hiccup"I know.."Hiccup"For a fact..."Hiccup"That you married me by choice.""In fact" hiccup, "You demanded to marry me."Aurora held her silence; there was no point in responding. He wouldn't believe her truth anyway."Liar. Liar pants on fire." His thumb skated dangerously close to her lips, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Simultaneously, he froze, as if he didn'
Aurora entered her room, the weight of Xavier's harsh words still echoing in her mind. Leaning against the door, she felt the ache of his disdain. Unintentionally, she had become the source of his misery, a pawn in a game she never wanted to play. The forced marriage hung heavy on both of them.Needing a moment of solace, she walked to the window and gazed up at the moon. Its distant glow offered a small comfort, a reminder that there was something beyond the confines of this tumultuous reality.After a while, she decided to change. As she removed her top, an inexplicable prickling sensation crawled across her skin. Holding her shirt tightly against her chest, she walked back to the window, her eyes searching for an unseen observer. Shaking her head, she dismissed the paranoia; she was on the top floor, after all. Yet, the lingering unease led her to the bathroom, where she changed into her nightshirt, hoping the fabric could shield her from more than just the night air. ****In th
Aurora stood in the hallway, her heart weighed down by the rejection. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she thought, "W-well, that d-didn't g-go the way i t-thought" she mused, as she walked away.He hated her so much.'But maybe I can change that' she thought.She needed to find a way that would, at the very least, make him warm up to her—to demonstrate that she wasn't the person he believed her to be.'Maybe a gesture of kindness will bridge this gap' Her mind raced with thoughts as she debated with herself, A hearty breakfast, perhaps? A subtle offering of friendship.But what if it only fueled his anger?Shaking her head, she whispered, "I-It's ok A-Aurora, t-take a b-breath. Y-Yes, he's f-furious, and w-who could b-blame him? Forced into a m-marriage a-against his w-will. Uncle W-William vouched for his g-goodness. M-maybe a p-plate of s-scrambled eggs and b-bacon can p-pave the w-way to a d-different c-connection. F-friendship" And with that, she steeled herself to t
KNIGHT ENTERPRISES The elevator dinged open, and Xavier confidently stepped out, his efficient secretary Claire following in his wake. The sleek smartphone remained pressed against his ear, the timbre of his voice commanding attention during the business discussion."Next week suits our schedule for the meeting, Mr King. I'll have Claire coordinate the particulars for our appointment," Xavier smoothly orchestrated, his focused gaze ahead as he navigated the corridor toward his office."Of course, thank you for your prompt response," he acknowledged, a subtle nod accentuating his satisfaction with the unfolding conversation. The details exchanged during the call delved into intricate business matters, negotiations, and strategic planning, reflecting Xavier's adept handling of the corporate realm.The call concluded, leaving Xavier with a contemplative air, his thoughts clearly immersed in the intricacies of the business at hand as he proceeded purposefully to his destination.Xavier
"Babe!""What the Fuck!" In the doorway stood Elizabeth, as she smiled and walked towards him, each step accentuated with an extra sway of her hips. Hot on her heels, Claire rushed in, breathlessly explaining her presence."I'm sorry, Sir. I told Miss Taylor that you were busy..."Xavier raised a commanding hand, cutting off her explanation. "It's okay, you can go," he dismissed her with a flick of a finger.Claire shot a glare at Elizabeth before making a hasty exit, leaving the room charged with unspoken tension."Hi Baby," Elizabeth greeted with a smirk, closing the distance with an air of casual confidence. Xavier eyed her with seriousness, well aware that her presence had the potential to be a significant distraction from his many responsibilities."What are you doing here, Elizabeth?" Xavier inquired, the weight of impending tasks evident in his tone. He had little patience for unnecessary disruptions."I came to see you, baby. I missed you...i thought maybe...," She cooed, circ
Tap Tap TapXavier fingers thrumed against is large mahogany desk in his spacious corner office at Knight Enterprises, the view of the city skyline stretching out before him, as he looked at the door, wondering if anyone other uninvited guest would walk through the door. Nothing.He waited another few minutes.Nothing.Finally he could get back to work, if his mind would let himHis brain was fried.The girl with the long blonde hair and sea blue eyes, his wife, occupied his mind.He wanted to erase her from his memory.But it was becoming a difficult taskThe sound of ringing phones and the hum of productivity filled the air, but Xavier found it difficult to focus. Thoughts of Aurora consumed his mind, causing a furrowed brow and a distant gaze.His thoughts revisited the scene in his bedroom, recalling the moment when he was in just a towel. The memory of her blush, the lingering scent, and the softness of her body replayed in his mind, as if she were still there. He shook his
Maggie's laughter echoed in the room, filling the air with joy. "Your such a breath of fresh air Mrs Knight"Aurora blushed, feeling a mixture of shyness and excitement. "J-just call m-me A-Aurora," she replied with a hint of shyness.The woman chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Aurara, Adorable," she said, moving closer to Aurora and extending her hand.Maggie gently guided Aurora towards the stools, a silent command to sit. The air shifted as Maggie busied herself in the kitchen, a comforting presence that began to thaw the tension in Aurora's shoulders."Have you had breakfast yet Sweety?" Maggie inquired, her voice weaving a soothing tapestry of conversation.Aurora, initially hesitant, admitted, "No, I h-haven't.""OK then, let me make you something special since its our first official meeting""I'll h-help" Aurora said, ready to get up from the stool."No not at all. You just sit there on the stool and look pretty""But....""No buts. It's my job, after all. I'm the hous
Angela carefully set the last shard of the broken vase onto the coffee table, brushing off her hands as she settled back onto the couch. The hum of the city filtered in through the open windows, bringing an air of calm into the penthouse that neither woman seemed to feel. “Th-thanks for helping,” Aurora whispered, her voice unsteady. Angela gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just a vase.” Aurora’s eyes flickered nervously toward the closed door of Xavier’s office, her fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. “Um, should I l-let your b-brother know y-you’re h-here?” Angela nodded. “yeah, pl-.” Before Angela could complete her sentence, Alex’s voice rang out from the hallway, full of energy. “Xavier! Hey, Bro! Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Aurora flinched at the sound, her body stiffening immediately. Angela caught the subtle shift and shot her a glance but stayed quiet, knowing Alex’s boisterous personality often unnerved Aurora. "Xavier!
Aurora's fingers glided gently over the scattered fragments, treating each shard with a sense of respect as if the remnants still whispered stories of the vase's lost elegance. The cool, polished edges shimmered softly in the ambient light, highlighting the peril they represented. She proceeded with care, her movements deliberate, completely absorbed in the pieces laid out before her. Everything outside her focused task faded into the background, and she remained unaware of the quiet sound of the penthouse door opening, a mere murmur against the city's distant buzz. On her knees, Aurora’s thoughts drifted as she reached for another shard, still surprised that Xavier hadn’t punished her for breaking the vase. She could tell he was angry—his eyes had darkened when he saw the damage—but the reaction she had braced for never came. It wasn’t like him to let something like this slide, and that unsettled her even more. She knew better than to relax. His silence might only be temporary,
Xavier, stepping out of his study, was abruptly halted by a captivating sound that reached his ears. He stood still, his heart pounding beneath his hand pressed against his chest, completely transfixed as the melodious voice washed over him. It carried with it a wealth of raw emotions and a fragile vulnerability that stirred something deep within him. Mesmerized, he felt a magnetic pull drawing him closer to the origin of the sound. Each note resonated with a poignant vulnerability, stirring a complex blend of fascination and caution within him. It was as if the voice possessed a mystical quality, effortlessly breaching his defenses and urging him towards its source. With hesitant fingers, he grasped the doorknob, the metal cool against his skin, and slowly turned it. The door creaked open just a crack, allowing a sliver of light to spill into the dim hallway. Xavier's eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity pulling him closer, yet his caution held him back. In this sweet mel
The scent of aged leather mingled with the rich aroma of whisky swirling in Xavier's glass, its golden hue reflecting the flickering flames in the hearth. Paperwork lay scattered on a nearby table, a reminder of tasks demanding his attention, but his eyes flickered over them without focus. Seated in his study's leather armchair, Xavier's gaze was drawn to the fire, lost in a labyrinth of thoughts and emotions. Frustrated, he took a huge gulp of whisky, hoping the warmth would drown out the chaos within. The image of Aurora, her delicate form wrapped in a towel, hair dripping with water, haunted him. Her presence had stirred something deep within, an unfamiliar yearning that both thrilled and frightened him. The way her wet locks cascaded over her shoulders, droplets glistening like liquid diamonds, captivated him. Even in such a simple moment, her natural allure was undeniable, tugging at emotions he struggled to comprehend. "No!" He slammed the whiskey hard onto his desk.
"You should have asked permission before entering my room," he said through gritted teeth. Aurora's head shook in a mix of fear and apology. "N-no... I-I'm sorry. It w-won't happen a-again," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "Too late for apologies now, wife." Xavier stepped back, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. Her intoxicating scent was driving him crazy. He glanced around the room. "Now, what punishment should I give you?" he mused aloud. Xavier's gaze wandered around the room until it landed on his cupboard. A glint of mischief appeared in his eyes. With swift, deliberate motions, he began pulling clothes from the shelves, tossing them onto the floor and creating a chaotic mess. Aurora's eyes widened, her hand instinctively moving to her heart. 'what was he going to do' she thought "So, wife, I bet you're wondering what I'm up to," he smirked, rubbing his hands together. "Your punishment is to neatly organize every piece of clothing back
Xavier's emotions churned as he looked at her standing there, wrapped in just a towel. Confusion and curiosity mingled inside him, but her big, beautiful blue eyes softened his initial anger. Entranced, he found himself lost in her gaze, momentarily forgetting everything else. His eyes drifted down to her lips, a flicker of desire breaking through his resolve. "Control," his mind screamed, urging composure. But as he met her gaze, seeing fear in her eyes, a protective instinct welled up inside him. He tightened his grip around her waist, mirroring the hold she had on him, drawing her closer. His firm touch sent shivers down her spine, amplifying her trembling as fear and regret surged through her. Why had she entered his room, knowing his temper? The question echoed in her mind. In that moment, a strong urge to flee overwhelmed her—to escape from the penetrating gaze of the man who was meant to be her husband. But first, she had to find her voice to explain. Summoning courage,
The following day dawned, casting a pale light into Aurora's room. She sat huddled on her bed, her body cocooned in a protective blanket. Her gaze drifted to the closed door. Since their return, Xavier had not made his presence known again, leaving her to wonder what mood he was in this morning. Aurora realized that staying in her room, cocooned in the safety of her cozy blanket, was no longer an option. She was well aware of the rules that she had to abide by. If she failed to follow those rules, who knows what kind of punishment Xavier would come up with. She quickly glanced at the clock on her bedside table, realizing that it was nearly time to prepare his breakfast. As per his strict instructions, it was her responsibility to do so. If she didn't, well, she dreaded to think about the consequences. With a deep breath, she peeled herself away from the warm embrace of her blanket, Her legs trembled with exhaustion as she rose to her feet, and quickly made her way to the bath
After arriving at the penthouse, Xavier headed straight for the bathroom. He shed his clothes and stepped under the cold shower, the water cascading over him. As the chill enveloped him, he couldn't help but reflect on the events at the pub. Why hadn't she seized the opportunity to marry another billionaire, one who actually wanted her? Why was she behaving as if he had wronged her? His mind drifted back to the image of her tear-streaked face, and his hand instinctively moved to his chest, where his heart pounded furiously. Why did her tears stir something within him, a pang of sadness that he couldn't quite shake off? No, no...no. They were just crocodile tears. She was a masterful actress, after all. "Relax, Xavier," he whispered to himself, attempting to push away the nagging doubts gnawing at his mind. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. "It's just been too much drama for one day," he muttered, hoping to convince himself that it was all just an
Xavier's anger simmered beneath the surface. How dare she? He scanned the surroundings as they stepped outside. He couldn't fathom why she portrayed him as the villain. In his perspective, he was merely extending her the life she craved. Xavier's frustration boiled over as he watched her vanish around the corner. "Damn it!" he muttered under his breath, getting into his car and slamming the door shut. With a swift movement, he pressed his foot down on the accelerator, the engine roaring to life as he sped off after her. His eyes darted from street to street, irritation mounting with each unanswered call she ignored. Xavier's car screeched to a halt as he caught sight of her silhouette ahead, walking slowly, arms wrapped around herself as if seeking comfort. Xavier's car pulled up beside her, and the blare of the horn startled Aurora, causing her to jump. As she turned and saw Xavier behind the wheel, she hesitated for a moment before resuming her slow walk, deliberately