"How much for one night?" He asked and she felt tears forming in her eyes due to the humiliation. "Leave me!" She said angrily, trying to free herself from his grip. He chuckled humorously seeing her fruitless action. "Don't act innocent baby. I know how you orphans sleep your way up." He said and jerked her towards him. Tears ran down her cheeks hearing him. She felt humiliated! He brought his face dangerously close to hers and whispered in her ear, "Name your price for one night and submit yourself to me." "I said leave me! I am not-" "Drop the act. I can give you any amount you ask for. Just one night and it will be over." Saying he nuzzled his face in her neck. *** Killian Sullivan. A twenty-two years old man with rage running deep in his veins, eyes looking down at everyone and heart full of hatred for others. A sadist who enjoys others' pain and suffering. He has got everything he wanted- Money, fame, power and girls. That is until a girl refused to sleep with him and he took it as a challenge. Amara. A seventeen year old orphan (soon turning eighteen) with dreams in her eyes, lips spread into a smile and heart full of love. Her life was going smoothly until one day she met with the devil who destroyed her Completely. What will happen when Amara slapped Killian in front of everyone and he decides to get revenge on her? What will happen when they both hate each other with their guts but are forced to be in a contract marriage? How did a mere slap result in a contract marriage? Will love blossom between them or will the sins of Killian overshadow their relationship? Read the story to find out!
View MoreAmara 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 on her
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
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
"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
(Trigger warning:- The chapter contains small violence)Amara always thought she had witnessed the cruel side of Killian and nothing could get worse than it. How wrong was she? Because at that moment, she knew the cruelty of Killian had no bounds. In the world of humans, he's a devil that lurks behind in the flesh and soul of a man. A heartless man who could cross any limits to satisfy his ego and strive back for revenge, even if it meant destroying the life of an innocent soul. The sight of Rose and Samuel tied to a pole with their hands hanging high filled her with dread. Their heads were hung low and body seemed as if it was on the verge of collapsing. Although they had no physical injuries on their body, their condition didn't look less than tortured, mentally and emotionally. They looked physically drained as if they didn't have any strength inside them. A strong arm encircled her waist, pulling her close against a rock-hard chest as if he owned her. Amara gasped as she felt K
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
Amara breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Samuel and Rose, though their condition was far from what she would call "alright." Samuel's face was covered in bruises, with a swollen eye and busted lips, evidence of a brutal beating. As for Rose, she appeared unharmed, but Amara knew better than to believe what's visible at the surface. She knew Rose must have bruises on her neck from Killian's deadly grip the other day, but they were likely concealed by the sweatshirt she wore, hiding the true extent of her injuries."Amara?" Samuel looked at her with a shocked expression. It was evident he hadn't expected to see her there. But then again, she couldn't blame him. She hadn't expected to be in college either."Samuel, I am so sorry for what happened-" Amara began to move towards them, but Rose raised her hand, signalling for her to stop. "Stay where you are, Amara." Amara's steps halted at Rose's words, feeling a flush of embarrassment as she realised a few students were now watching the
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
"Why do you care?" Amara's voice trembled with vulnerability as tears welled up in her ocean-like eyes, pain evident in them. Killian found himself at a loss for words, his usually cold demeanour faltering at her question. Why did he care? Did he truly care about her? The thought unsettled him, stirring emotions he hadn't felt in his life ever. If it had been any other girl, he wouldn't have spared a second thought to her condition. The sadist in him would have enjoyed the tears and pain in some other girl's eyes. Then why did Amara's tears affect him? He couldn't find an answer. Did he care about her? About her tears? He doesn't know. However, he felt an urge to wipe away her tears, to remove the pain from her eyes. But why? He couldn't comprehend it. It went against everything he believed in, everything he stood for. He isn't the one to wipe away one's tears, he's the reason behind them, behind their suffering and agony. Then why did Amara make a difference to him? He won't lie.
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