Killian drove his car towards his mansion, his grip on the steering wheel painfully tight until his knuckles turned white. The slap was still fresh in his mind and he gritted his teeth in anger, rage filling through his veins as he recalled the moment she laid her filthy hands on him. How dare the fucking bitch slap him? People are scared to raise their voices in front of him and she fucking raised her hand on him. His jaw tightened and with a frustrated growl, Killian punched the dashboard beside him, the impact reverberating through the car. His knuckles stung with the force of the blow, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the seething rage burning in his chest.Amara flinched and tears welled in her eyes as Killian's fist collided with the dashboard. She dared not speak, her voice caught in her throat as she trembled in fear. She felt terrified, shaken to the core. He was like a seething beast at the moment, angry and wounded, and no one better than her could know what he

Killian drew out from the cigar, the dark grey smoke surrounding him as he sat in his study. He recalled his decision to permit Amara to continue her studies, allowing her to go to college. It was a decision made in haste, and it seemed as if he was already regretting it. If it weren't for her fragile state and being on the verge of an almost panic attack, he would have never agreed. It was a moment of vulnerability and he hated being vulnerable. Amara seemed to break the cold walls he had built around him and it made him enraged. He can't become soft for a girl. The decision he had taken back then, wasn't him. The real him, the one with a demon residing inside him, would never care for others. He's a selfish person and he destroys others to satisfy his sadistic pleasure, not caring about what happens to them but when it was Amara on the other side, he couldn't become any more selfish than he already is. He sighed and crushed the cigar. He couldn't go back on his words now, not afte

At seven in the evening, Aiden smoothly parked the car in front of Killian's mansion. "Come out," he instructed Amara as she reached for the door handle. She narrowed her eyes at him but complied, stepping out of the car."Follow me," Aiden commanded, walking inside the mansion as if he owned the place. She huffed a breath and followed him reluctantly. His attitude irritated her. He carried himself with arrogance, looking down on her as if she were beneath him. It instantly increased her dislike for him. He walked towards Killian's study. She sensed his direction and decided to head to her room instead. She couldn't bring herself to face Killian, not now, perhaps not ever. Aiden frowned when he noticed her going in a different direction."Where are you going?" he asked, frustration evident in his tone as he momentarily closed his eyes in exasperation before opening them again."To my room," She replied, confused by the sudden change in his demeanour."Yeah, I get that, Princess." He

"I have finally made you a monster like me, mi amor."The words pierced her heart, shattering it into fragments and cut through her soul until it was a bloodied mess.A monster? No.She couldn't be a monster. She would never be a monster. Yet, his words etched themselves into her mind, seeping into her veins, flowing through her bloodstream, and reminding her of the harsh reality she has faced. She looked at her hands. She could see the drops of blood on them, she could feel the blood on her flesh, tainting and ruining her sanity with its presence. Her teary eyes lifted to the sight of a bloodied Rose, her gaze broken and helpless. "I-I..." she choked, unable to form a single word. Her throat tightened, suffocating her, as a horrible pain gripped her heart and spread through her chest. She felt as if she were engulfed in flames, every fiber of her body burning in agonizing pain."Please... f-forgive me," she sobbed, stepping back from Rose. She couldn't bear to stand before her, una