After dance, dinner, and cake cutting, Damien brought me and Aiden to his house.Aiden was half asleep by the time we reached here because he danced like crazy, gaining the attention of everyone. He is surely going to have more pictures than us.Daisy took on the responsibility of keeping him to herself for the night. Looking at the cuteness and innocence of our baby, everyone thinks that he is easy to handle but in reality, the case is just the opposite."Momma," I heard Aiden's voice, which stopped me in my tracks.As I turned around to look at him, I found him rubbing his eyes with one hand while the other one was reaching out for me, his tiny fist opening and closing in rhythm, asking me to take him in my arms.I knew that he would wake up and then he would surely ask for me. At the moment, if I don't take him and put him to sleep, he will cry so badly that it will become impossible for even me to calm him down.Daisy patted his back, trying to put him to sleep again but I knew th
One year laterThird Person's POVAiden was telling the story of his day to his father while returning home from school. Damien was listening to his story intently when he saw something and abruptly applied the break."What happened, Daddy?" Aiden asked curiouslyDamien looked at the flower shop at the side of the street and Aiden understood it. He giggled, his tiny eyes sparkling with excitement, as Damien came out of the car and helped Aiden out.Damien held the finger of his little son, whom he knew was super excited and could hurt himself if not kept an eye on. Aiden jumped in his way as they reached the flower shop."How may I help you, sir?" the girl selling flowers asked Damien.Damien and Aiden shared a look before both of them said it at the same time."A bouquet of lavender" The girl's eyes moved at both of them one by one as she chuckled at the bond of father and son.Angel used to think that Aiden was a junior version of Damien but as they started living together, they di
"Strip" A shiver ran down my spine when I heard the word that I was dreading. I was waiting for my hands to get free from the handcuffs and finally, when they were free the voice paralyzed me to my place because it sounded too familiar. Every fiber of my being was urging me to escape from this nightmare but I found myself bound to my place with invisible ropes. "Didn't you hear what I said?" The voice pierced through the air as he again spoke in his thick and authoritative voice which flinched me at my place, breaking the chain of my thoughts. Slowly my shaky hands and fumbling fingers moved up to loosen the blindfold. As the fabric slipped away, my eyes widened in horror, my jaw dropped and my breath hitched in my throat looking at the man standing in front of me whom I was least expecting to be a part of this dreadful and sinful scenario. Suddenly the room felt smaller as he looked tall and scary like a dark shadow looming over me. "Strip!" He ordered again, his voice tinged wi
He was standing so close to me that his hot breath was fanning my face, chilling me with his proximity. My abduction, auction, and now his changed personality came as such a surprise to me that I couldn't wrap my head around it. My eyes were still moving around his face, trying to accept his reality. "I think you are not comfortable here. Let's go home, which is going to be a cage for you, for the rest of your life." His words were laced with a kind of calmness that sent shivers down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes widened, and I shook my head vigorously, but it had no effect on him. He took a step back, and in a swift move, he grabbed my wrist in his tight hold, his fingers making an iron grip, and started pulling me with him, overpowering my strength. Digging my feet to the floor, I tried my best not to sway away from his strength. "I won't go anywhere with you," I protested, trying to make myself free from his deadly grip. His head snapped at me sharply, his ey
After ordering me once again, he walked to his bed and sat on its edge. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, waiting for me to start following his command. A heavy weight of fear settled on my chest, leaving me immobile once again. "Strip before I decide to do it in my way," his voice was laced with a cruel warning, his palms bearing his weight as he leaned forward, "and believe me, it would be very painful, especially when I am not in the mood to go easy on you." "Please, anything but this. Please, Damien..." I tried my luck once. "Sir," he corrected me before I could say anything, "I would like to hear you screaming my name only when I am inside you." His words hit me like a cold wave of realization. I shuddered when the meaning behind his words hit me. I am not getting why I am here in the first place. I didn't want them to sell me or anyone to make me his pet. I was an independent woman, and my only dream was to save enough money for further studies. But here I am trapped
He sat on his knees on the edge of the bed, his eyes once again racking over my body. I shuddered, and in a desperate attempt to escape, I crawled back, only to be pulled from my previous place by him.In a swift and forceful motion, he grabbed my ankles before I could go out of his reach and yanked me roughly to bring me under him."Don't you understand that a no means no?" I was still not ready to give up.He is a man, and naturally, he has more physical strength than me, but that does not mean he would take the wrong advantage of it. He would have to understand that consent matters in these things.I first want to know what I have done wrong that he is giving me such a big punishment for.As he sat on his knees to discard his shirt, I took it as an opportunity to roll to another side to make a good distance between us. Yet, his reflexes were quicker than I had anticipated; he seized my arm, wrenching me back to square one."You are mine," he growled loudly to make it clear to me. "M
The girl's ear-piercing scream brought him to a halt. His hands froze, and as the scream grew louder, he paused and looked to his right to confirm that he had indeed heard a cry. When the girl yelled out once more, he left me on the bed, swiftly opening the door and dashing out as if someone's life depended on it.When he was leaving, I got to see his face for a second, and he was looking tense.I sat up on the bed, my breath heavy and harsh from the previous incident. I thought I would lose my innocence today because of the way he was determined to ruin me forever, but the cry of the other girl saved me.I am grateful to whomever it is.The first thought that crossed my mind was that she might be his wife. When I didn't know that he was in the Mafia and also killed his best friend, anything was possible with him. I have always admired him from afar at the college, and even when he visited our home, he never shared anything about his family because he always liked to keep his life priv
I gasped and woke up quickly as ice-cold water splashed over me.Gasping for air and blinking my eyes multiple times to clear my vision, I looked around to get a hold of my surroundings, and everything that happened to me the day before played in my head like a movie. Each moment was clear in my head, from the auction to his barbaric attack, shaking me to the core.I could see a bucket in front of me, and my eyes trailed up to see the person who was holding it, and I saw Damien Victor, who has become the nightmare of my life.His dark presence loomed over me; he was looking down at me with an emotionless face, as if it were something normal for him to do.His voice cut through the air, icier than the water that had shocked me awake. "Wake up, Princess," his words dripped with a chilling coldness, "you are no longer in the comfort of your parent's home." When he mentioned my parents, I missed them. Though they are in a different city, they must be getting worried, as I haven't called t