The Gala

The grand ballroom sparkled with lights, making it feel like a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

Aurora stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the elegant red dress that hugged her curves perfectly.

She couldn't help but smile at her reflection; this was not the same girl who had walked into Daemon's world years ago.

This time, she was confident, determined, and ready to face whatever came her way.

"Are you ready, Aurora?" Tristan's voice called from the other room, pulling her from her thoughts.

They had been preparing for this gala for weeks. It was an important event for the Rhysanders Corporation, and Aurora knew it was her chance to show just how far she had come.

As they made their way to the gala, Aurora's mind raced.

This wasn't just any event; it was a crucial opportunity for the Rhysanders to make a mark in the competitive business world.

With Daemon's company looming over them, it felt like a battle of titans.

Aurora had spent countless nights studying their competitors and strategizing how to outshine them.

"Do you think Daemon will be there?" Aurora asked, trying to sound casual as they stepped into the bustling venue.

"He probably wouldn't miss it," Tristan replied, a hint of irritation in his voice. "But don't let him get to you. You're better than him."

Aurora nodded, though the thought of seeing Daemon made her stomach twist. She had to stay focused.

Inside the ballroom, the atmosphere was electric.

Guests mingled, laughter echoed, and soft music filled the air. Aurora felt a rush of excitement as she took in the beautiful decor and elegant guests.

But in the midst of it all, she could sense Daemon's presence like a shadow lurking behind her.

"Remember, we're here for the company, not him," Tristan said, noticing her distracted gaze. He took her hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Let's make a statement tonight."

With a deep breath, Aurora nodded.

They moved through the crowd, greeting other guests and showcasing the strength of the Rhysanders Corporation.

She caught glimpses of familiar faces—investors, competitors, and, of course, Daemon, who stood across the room with his usual cold demeanor, surrounded by his own entourage.

She could feel his eyes on her, but she fought the urge to look back.

"Focus on the goal," she reminded herself. "This is about the company."

"Let's grab some drinks," Tristan suggested, pulling her toward the bar. He leaned in, his voice low. "You're doing amazing."

Aurora smiled, feeling grateful for his support. They chatted and laughed, their chemistry undeniable.

She felt a rush of warmth when tristan placed his hand on her back, guiding her through the crowd. For a moment, it was easy to forget everything else.

But then, just as she thought she could breathe, Daemon appeared beside them. His presence was commanding, and the air around them felt thick with tension.

"Look who it is," he said, his voice smooth but laced with challenge. "The prodigal wife and her little brother."

Aurora stiffened, her heart racing. "Daemon," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "What a surprise."

"I thought you'd want to catch up. It's been a while Tristan," he replied, his gaze flicking between her and Tristan, a smirk playing on his lips.

Tristan stepped forward, protectively. "We're busy, Daemon. Why don't you go back to your circle?"

Daemon's eyes narrowed slightly. "I just came to see how my wife is doing," he said, emphasizing the word "wife" as if it were a weapon.

Aurora felt the tension between them escalate, but she took a deep breath, reminding herself to remain composed.

"I'm fine, thanks," Aurora said gently, forcing a polite smile. "Just enjoying the evening."

Daemon's expression shifted, and for a brief moment, she thought she saw a flicker of something—concern, maybe?

But it vanished just as quickly. "Just remember, Aurora, you're not the only one with plans."

Tristan stepped in again, a protective fire in his eyes. "Aurora is more than capable of handling herself, Daemon."

Daemon's gaze darkened, and the air crackled like electricity.

She wanted to scream, to tell Daemon how much he had hurt her. But instead, she took a step back, forcing herself to play the role of the good wife.

"I appreciate your concern, Daemon," she said calmly. "But I'm here to represent Rhysanders Corporation and do my job."

Just then, Tristan leaned closer, brushing his lips against her cheek in a soft gesture that sent a spark through her.

She looked up at him, surprised. He seemed to sense her tension and wanted to reassure her.

Daemon's eyes narrowed, and Aurora felt a rush of defiance. She wasn't the scared girl she used to be.

With a determined smile, she turned back to Tristan. "Let's keep mingling. We have a lot of work to do."

But as they began to walk away, Daemon caught her arm, pulling her back toward him. The sudden contact sent a jolt through her. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Aurora's heart raced. "I—"

Before she could finish, Daemon leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a heated kiss.

It was demanding, intense, and she felt herself melting against him despite every rational thought screaming for her to pull away.

This was not how things were supposed to go.

Everyone in the room look shocked and whispers broke out among them, everyone turning heads with curiosity.

Tristan's eyes widened in shock, and in an instant, he was at her side, pulling her away from Daemon. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he shouted, his anger evident.

Daemon smirked, a cruel satisfaction in his eyes. "Just reminding her of what she's missing," he replied coolly.

Aurora felt a mix of anger and confusion. "Stop it! This isn't how it's supposed to be!" she exclaimed, taking a step back and catching her breath.

"Are you okay?" Tristan asked, concern filling his voice as he looked at her.

"I'm fine," Aurora said quickly, her heart still pounding. She glanced back at Daemon, who wore a smug expression, clearly pleased with the chaos he had caused.

"I'm here for the company," she insisted, trying to regain her composure. "I won't let you ruin this for me, Daemon."

He stepped closer, invading her space. "You know I can make your life hell if I want to, right?"

She swallowed hard, trying to hide her fear. "I'm not afraid of you anymore," she said defiantly.

Tristan stepped in front of her protectively, glaring at Daemon. "You don't scare her, and you don't control her."

The tension hung in the air like a thick fog, but Aurora felt a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she could win this fight.

"Let's go outside," Tristan suggested, his voice firm but gentle.

He led her away from the crowd and into the cool night air, away from Daemon's gaze.