My Boyfriend Stole Charm From Others

No. Absolutely not.

Aurora's fingers curled around the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood.

How dare he?

"No, Dad! I refuse to marry a man I don't even know just for the sake of the company!"

Her voice rang through the grand dining room, shattering the silence that had always existed in the house. The high ceilings and expensive paintings did nothing to soften the weight of her words as they clashed against her father's unshakable presence.

Across from her, Mr. Everly barely blinked. His face remained composed, but the tightening of his fingers around his whiskey glass gave him away. The ice clinked softly, the only sound in the vast room aside from her erratic breathing.

To him, this was not an argument.

It was just a transaction.

"Aurora, be reasonable," he said, his voice low. The practiced tone he always used to close deals and manipulate contracts.

"This isn't just any man. He is powerful and well-connected. This will benefit you."

A bitter laugh scraped its way up her throat. Benefit me?

She shook her head in disbelief, her nails pressing deeper into the polished surface of the table.

Of course, that's how he saw it.

"You make it sound like I'm a product to be sold," she snapped, her voice laced with resentment.

But that was exactly what she was to him-a carefully groomed heiress, prepped and polished for the highest bidder.

Her father sighed, slow and patient, as if she was the unreasonable one. "This is about securing your future."

A sharp pain spread through her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs.

Her future? Or the company's?

She didn't even need to ask.

Aurora's pulse pounded in her ears as she shoved back her chair, the legs screeching against the marble floors.

She couldn't do this.

If she stayed even a second longer, he'd start again-calm words laced with manipulation, his voice weaving a net around her, tightening until she second-guessed everything.

But not this time.

She turned on her heel, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she strode toward the grand staircase.

"Aurora..."

His voice carried through the air, rich with expectation and laced with duty.

It pressed against her back like a heavy weight, the same weight she'd carried all her life.

But she ignored it.

Not because she didn't hear him. But because if she stopped now, she wasn't sure she would be able to walk away.

A Prison Wrapped in Gold...more like Her Prison Wrapped in Gold.

Aurora Everly was beautiful.

Curves in all the right places.

Sultry, hypnotic eyes that could bring any man to his knees.

Full lips that whispered power, and elegance.

Men wanted her.

Women envied her.

To the world, she was a princess wrapped in gold, dripping in diamonds and luxury.

But to her?

It was a prison.

A cage made of glass and expectations, where her every move was watched and every step was dictated by rules she never agreed to.

She reached her bedroom and slammed the door shut, pressing her back against it as she took a steadying breath.

Her hands shook as she moved to her closet, yanking a small bag off the shelf.

She didn't need much.