She is My Fiancée

When Aurora awoke, she found herself confined to a dim cell, its darkness unrelieved by any window or light. Eamon had taken her captive, yet he had refrained from inflicting pain, instead ensuring she received sustenance through IV fluids and three daily meals, her primary constraint being the handcuffs encircling her wrists.

Aurora huddled in the cell's shadows, losing track of time. She had no appetite, the thought of food repugnant until she could lay eyes on Heath once more.

Upon his arrival for an interrogation, Eamon discovered Aurora lying on the cot, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. He settled into a chair and inquired, "Should I address you as Aurora or Olivia?"

Aurora maintained her silent vigil, eyes still on the ceiling.

With a sigh, Eamon pressed, "I've not resorted to torture. I harbor no desire to harm women. What I seek to understand is your unwavering loyalty to Heath. Why do you remain by his side?"

Drawing her knees to her chest, Aurora met Eamon's gaze. "If I divulg