LOGINAurora closed her eyes, her head tilted back. One of her hands squeezed Richard’s hair, which was still damp, while her other hand crept down beneath Richard’s towel. She touched the man’s manhood, which had already tensed hard, ignited because of the burning passion."Rory... you are so beautiful," Richard murmured in the midst of his activity, his voice muffled by Aurora’s soft skin.Richard continued to suckle, enjoying every inch of beauty he could feel through his senses of touch and taste alone. For him, this darkness instead made the sensation become many times more intense. Meanwhile for Aurora, every suction of Richard felt like an erasure as well as a reminder of her sins. She let Richard do as he pleased, letting the man love her body, which was no longer pure, under the protection of a strip of silk cloth covering the terrible truth.Inside that silent room, only the sounds of panting breaths and soft moans were heard, creating a secret labyrinth that trapped the three of
Warm steam was still curling thinly from behind the bathroom door that had just opened. Richard stepped out with a white towel wrapped around his waist, letting the remaining drops of bathwater flow slowly on top of his tight skin. At an age that was no longer young, the man’s body remained maintained with firm, broad muscles, reflecting the dim light of the bedroom lamp.Aurora, who was still leaning against a pile of pillows, found herself unable to turn her face away. Her eyes were fixed on the curves of Richard’s broad chest and his flat stomach. She swallowed hard with difficulty, feeling a strange rush creeping up the nape of her neck. There was a mature, intoxicating charm from Richard’s figure, something very different from the impulsive wildness belonging to Ethan.Richard noticed that gaze. A thin smile, almost like a teasing smirk, appeared at the corner of his lips. He approached the edge of the bed, letting himself stand close enough so that Aurora could smell the fresh,
She felt trapped in the vortex of the Calloway family's madness. Richard who adored her too much, and Ethan who continuously showered her body with painful passion. The soreness down there throbbed again, as if reminding her that she was no longer a pure woman, but rather a captive of the shameless obsession of a stepson. Aurora closed her eyes, letting her body sink back into the pain, hoping time could spin faster so this suffering would end soon.Ethan's firm footsteps echoed in the marble corridor of the top floor of the Calloway Holdings office. He walked into his study with the remnants of satisfaction from home still visible on his face. However, that warm atmosphere instantly froze when he saw Audrey—the assistant who usually always welcomed him with a sweet smile and steaming coffee—now only putting down files on the desk with a rather hard slam."This is the report you requested, Sir," Audrey said without even looking into Ethan's eyes. Her voice was flat, as cold as polar i
The atmosphere in the dining room of the Calloway mansion that morning felt silent, filled only with the clinking of silver spoons clashing against porcelain plates. Ethan sat alone at the end of the long table, looking neat in his black suit that fit his body perfectly. Even though his eyes stared sharply at the tablet displaying stock charts, his mind was still left in the upstairs bedroom, on the remnants of Aurora's body scent that still lingered in his memory.Ethan looked up when he saw Claire walking past while carrying an empty tray. "Claire," Ethan called out, his voice heavy and flat. "Where is Daddy? And... *Mommy*? Why didn't they come down to have breakfast together?"Claire stopped her steps, turning toward Ethan with a smile that seemed held back, as if she were keeping a huge secret that was highly exciting. "The Big Master and the Young Mistress are having breakfast in the room, Young Master," Claire answered with a suspiciously cheerful tone.Ethan raised an eyebrow.
The darkness of the master bedroom stood as a silent witness to a battle of desire that seemed to have no end. Their ragged breaths, the sound of damp skin brushing against each other, and their muffled moans continued to echo between the slow ticking of the wall clock. From Aurora being on top, to Ethan taking control again with a more demanding pace, they continued through several rounds that drained every ounce of their strength. Beside them, Richard remained lying motionless, his breathing deep and steady under the effects of the anesthetic, completely unaware that his own bed was being shaken by the most blatant act of betrayal.At four in the morning, the air reached its coldest point. Ethan finally pulled away, his body drenched in sweat as his chest rose and fell unevenly. He sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with an arm that was still trembling."I have to leave before the servants wake up to prepare breakfast," Ethan whispered, his voice
The clock on the corridor wall of the mansion ticked like a time bomb ready to explode in Ethan's head. It was nine in the evening, and the door to his father's master bedroom remained tightly shut. Ethan paced back and forth in front of his own room with irregular steps, his hands occasionally running through his increasingly disheveled hair. The passing servants only bowed respectfully, assuming their Young Master was pondering the piling corporate affairs of the company. No one knew that behind that cold face, a fire of jealousy was burning away his sanity.Ethan decided to check the situation. He approached the door of Richard's room, opening it just a fraction—only enough for one eye to peer inside. The sight within froze him, his blood seemingly ceasing to flow.On the grand bed, Aurora appeared curled up small within Richard's embrace. His father's sturdy arm was wrapped protectively around the woman's waist, while Rory's face rested against Richard's chest. They looked like th
Aurora still felt awkward as Richard held her hand while leading her down the mansion stairs. The man’s fingers were warm and calm, a complete contrast to Aurora’s heart, which had been beating uncomfortably inside her chest the entire time. The white dress she wore felt far too expensive for her o
“So the man you were talking about back then...” Ethan’s voice sounded low and full of anger, “was my Daddy?”Aurora froze.Her wrist was still trapped in Ethan’s grip, which felt tighter with every passing second. The pain began spreading up to her elbow, but Aurora did not try to pull away. She o
The man’s steps stopped right in the middle of the staircase.His gaze, which had initially been flat, slowly turned sharp as he recognized Aurora’s face. His jaw tightened, while the hand that had casually rested in his pocket slowly clenched into a fist.“Aurora...?” he muttered softly, almost in
Aneta’s cries echoed throughout the house as two large men approached Aurora. The woman immediately hugged her daughter tightly until Aurora almost lost her balance.“Don’t go... Mom is begging you, Rory.” Aneta’s voice trembled violently. “We’ll find another way. Mom will do any kind of work.”Aur







