Killian didn't answer her question that day. It was exactly two months ago.It was as if her question had ignited something deep within him, a fire that burned through the very core of his existence. Since then, he had been distant. Not physically—he was always there, in the room, in the mansion, even at the college. But emotionally, he was miles away. He ignored her as if she were invisible, dead in his eyes. Yet, there were moments when she caught him watching her, his gaze filled with a mix of hatred and something she couldn't quite decipher. It was confusing. His behavior struck her as odd, but she refrained from commenting on it. As long as he maintained his distance, she had nothing to worry about. She continued her college studies since Killian hadn't restricted her freedom in that regard. However, she remained acutely aware of her boundaries, knowing she shouldn't get too close to anyone. The traumatic incident with Rose and Samuel had left a deep scar within her and she kne
Killian held Amara close to him throughout the evening, his possessive grip becoming increasingly suffocating. Despite his frequent claims of hatred and his desire to be rid of her, it seemed he couldn't stand to be without her, his arm constantly wrapped around her waist. Each time a man approached them, his grip tightened, pulling her even closer as if to assert his claim on her. The men around them didn't fail to notice Killian's possessive behavior. His actions spoke volumes, sending a clear and unmistakable message that she was his, claimed by him, and anyone daring to challenge that claim would end up buried ten feet deep. Her small baby bump was visible, showing her status not only as his wife but also as the mother of his child. They knew the warning was clear: approaching her with any intention other than respect would only lead to lethal consequences. The outcome was inevitable—death. Only a fool would dare to get close to her and receive the end of Killian's wrath. Being
Amara stared at Derek, her eyes wide with fear. She recognized him as one of Killian's friends. She had seen him occasionally at college, always lingering with Killian's group. He had even visited the mansion once, but she had never interacted with him—Killian had strictly forbidden her from speaking to any man other than Aiden. There had been times when she caught Derek's gaze lingering on her, making her uncomfortable, but she had dismissed it as her imagination, overwhelmed by her senses. Now, she wished she had trusted her instincts. The man before her looked lethal, a predator ready to tear her apart and feast on her remains. "What are you doing? Leave me!" She shouted, struggling desperately against him. She tried to pull her wrist free from Derek's bruising grip but his hold was strong, and her efforts seemed futile against his strength. Derek's lips curled into a wicked smile as he watched her struggle and shout. "Keep shouting, Amara" he taunted, tightening his grip o
Killian had never known guilt. Torturing a man, taking a life, leaving women sobbing and begging at his feet—none of it touched his cold heart. Nor did he ever cried when he was made to go through difficult and truamatising situations. He remained strong because tears were nothing a sign of weakness, and Killian Suvillian had no weaknesses. So, to see a man like him, whose heart is made of stone and unmoved by the suffering of others—shed tears is truly shocking. When he first met Amara, he never imagined she would become such an important part of his life. Her suffering affected him deeply, making him vulnerable in a way no one else ever could. He watched her, her body trembling in fear, eyes brimming with tears, and ugly bruises marring her skin, making her look so fragile and weak, as if she might break at any moment. The moisture in his eyes blurred his vision. He longed to go to her, to envelop her in his embrace, to comfort her and wipe away her tears. But he couldn't. He coul
Amara lay unconscious on the hospital bed, an oxygen mask covering her face. If anything, it only made her condition even more pitfull. She looked fragile in every sense of the word. Despite being pregnant, she hadn't gained any weight; in fact, she seemed to have lost more. Her once full cheeks were now hollow after just three days of unconsciousness, her cheekbones sharply prominent. For someone carrying a child, she resembled a child herself—one in desperate need of protection from the world and to be treasured. Killian stared at her unconscious form, his gaze unwavering. For the past three days, he hadn't left her side, no matter what emergencies arose. Since the assault, something inside him had snapped, leaving him irrevocably changed. A gut-wrenching feeling seized him every time he imagined what she had endured at the hands of Derek and Richard—and especially because of him.It felt like a slap in the face.He was the one responsible for her greatest nightmare, the source of
"Amara, you are going to leave tomorrow. Have you packed everything?"The old lady, Marry, asked her. She was the caretaker of the orphanage and had seen Amara growing up from a toddler into a teenager and now soon into an adult. "I have packed everything mother." Amara chripped excitedly. She is an orphan who was left on the doorsteps of this orphanage when she was barely a few months old. It was a rainy night and since then she hates rain and night. The harshness of rain and darkness of night scares her. It makes her feel all alone in the world. Her life has grown inside this orphanage and tomorrow she is going to leave it. She has been selected in one of the reputed and top colleges to pursue her bachelor's degree in Bachelor of Business Administration. All her hard work and efforts have paid off as she got selected for her dream college. "Stop smiling like a fool!" Marry snapped at her. "And don't call me Mother! I am not your goddamned mother." She hissed at her. Amara's smi
Amara had her backpack and a rolling suitcase ready. She is leaving for the train station as she is going from the train to her destination. Marry had managed to book a local ticket for her from her own money and it helped her to save the money for future use. "Amara, you will become a city girl now!" A five year old Lucas said squealing. Amara giggled and picked him in her arms. He has become quite heavy and big now because of his growing age. She remembers the day clearly when he too was left near the orphanage one night when he was one and half years old. Since she has taken care of him and felt an unknown connection to him. "No silly. I will still be this orphanage's girl even when I go to the city." She said and bumped her nose with his playfully. "You promise to bring toys for me when you come back?" He asked, looking at her with wide hopefully eyes. "I promise" She smiled at how his eyes twinkled. "But don't bring toys for others!" He ordered in his childish voice. "And
It was evening when Amara reached the city. She went towards the hostel where she will be living. After some formalities and other things she went to her room. The room which she got is already shared by two people and she is the third one to join them now. Upon entering the room, she saw clothes lying on the floor carelessly, some stuff was thrown here and there. She winced looking at the condition of the room. In the orphanage, she stayed with fifteen people but never has the condition of her room been this bad. She saw two girls there doing their work. "Hey guys" She said meekly and fiddled with the helm of her dress. Both the girls got aware of the third person in the room and looked at her suspiciously. "Who are you?" One of the girl asked, folding her hands on her chest. "I am your new roommate." Amara revealed, looking at them nervously. She hopes that they both are friendly so that she can make them her friends. "Ohh" "Welcome to the room then" The girl smiled and so