loving you was a mistake

The morning sun bathed the Wilson Mansion in a golden glow. Aurora sat by the garden terrace, sipping jasmine tea while scrolling through her tablet. Her phone buzzed. It was Alicia. "Hey girl!" Aurora answered cheerfully.

Alicia's voice trembled with joy. "Aurora… I'm pregnant." Aurora froze. Her heart raced.

"You're… What?! "I'm going to be a mom, Aurora!" Tears welled up in Aurora's eyes. Her lips quivered as a tear rolled down her cheek. She tried to respond but only sobs escaped.

"Aurora? Are you okay?"

"I'm so happy for you," she whispered through her tears. "You're going to be an amazing mother. Alicia… I don't even have words." Alicia's voice cracked too. "You've always been my inspiration. It's only fair I told you first."

The call ended with shared emotions, but Aurora's chest felt heavier. That deep ache she tried to bury resurfaced the pain of not being a mother yet.

****Later That Week…****

Joy came in another form. Angel went into labor at dawn and delivered a healthy baby boy. The entire Riverson and Maxwell household was thrown into celebration.

Aurora held the baby in her arms with awe and smiled at the sleeping bundle.

"You're so precious. You have no idea how many people prayed for your arrival."

Angel looked weak but radiant, lying on the hospital bed, Maxwell beside her, cradling her hand. Aurora leaned in and kissed her forehead. "You're a superwoman, Angel."

*********

A year had passed since Charles' capture and torture. It was on a stormy Friday night when Charles breathed his last, shackled to the same chair where countless truths had been torn from his soul. William stood in front of him, his expression unreadable as the man who had once threatened his family finally let go of his last breath.

William exhaled deeply. Rot in hell." Peace had finally been served.

"Aurora, pack your bags," Mark said one evening. She blinked. "Why?" "Because I've kidnapped you. Honeymoon style. We leave at 5am." Aurora grinned. "Yes, sir."

The Maldives were paradise. Their private villa stood on crystal-clear water, waves kissing the stilts beneath their wooden deck.

Aurora stood on the balcony in a silk robe, the sun highlighting her curves. Mark stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You're breathtaking," he whispered, planting soft kisses on her shoulder. Aurora leaned into him, heart pounding. "Show me…"

And he did. They made love on the balcony as the ocean roared below. Her body melted into his as he worshipped every inch of her skin like it was sacred.

Later, they soaked in the outdoor bath tub surrounded by petals and candles. Mark's hands found her under the water. She gasped when he touched her clit, and he growled into her ear. "I'll never get enough of you, Peach."

The bed creaked that night from passion so raw and intense, Aurora screamed his name like a prayer. Against the glass window.

On the balcony railing. In the open shower with the view of the moon. Mark devoured her like a starving beast.

Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was filled with more than lust it was love, passion, and devotion wrapped in pleasure. "You're mine," he whispered as she trembled beneath him. "I've always been," she moaned back. They never left the villa that entire week.

They had room service, breakfast in bed, and sex at every hour. Mark was insatiable and Aurora didn't want it any other way.

When they finally boarded the jet back home, she was sore, glowing, and had to walk just a little slower through the airport. Mark just smirked and whispered, "Next time, bring ice packs." Aurora smack his arm and laughed, hiding her flushed face.