It was a normal hubbub evening in Frostburgh, the metropolitan city of Coldbourne, with all the people packed in the trains, walking in a hurry-burry to reach their homes after their long working hours, tired and sweaty.

But far from all these... there was a humongous mansion covering an acre of land on the outskirts of the city where the noises of those hustles and bustles never reached.

It was quiet. Too placid that even the drop of a pin echoed through the walls.

The entire interior of the mansion was screaming filthy rich, with swanky fixtures, a dramatic chaise lounge, and beautiful artworks displayed on the grandeur feature walls, which were designed using geometric patterns and grey mirrors.

The greenery spread here and there with hanging pots beside the pillars and the strategic addition of some invaluable conversational pieces was quite pleasing to the eyes.

Not only that, the simple but striking furniture with a modern rectangular dining table and high-back dining chairs, along with some low-level seating and a coffee table with simple lines paired with a monochromatic shade palette made anyone's mouth gape in awe.

The mansion looked sophisticated and glamorous with a blending of mixed metallics, soft textures, matte tones, and ornate pieces.

Though it was all fancy, and luxurious with a touch of classic and vintage, to contrast, the mansion looked gloomy as if there lived no one-bewitching yet too lonely.

Just like the person residing in the small room far at the corner of the mansion, who was at present lying in the bathtub that was flooding with water.

The person looked at the plain roof with his swollen red blank eyes. His once chubby red cheeks were all sunken and lost their color, his lips were so chapped that there was dried blood on the crack.

He smiled... it was neither because he was happy nor satisfied but the indication of the suffering and pain he endured.

"It will be over soon..."

His voice was raspy yet the tone was relaxed.

He closed his leaden eyelids that were tired of everything as a little droplet of tear escaped through his wet eyelashes, traveled down his cheek, and landed on his wrist which was lying on the ground lifelessly.

The wrist that was too thin now had a deep cut that was oozing out the dark red metallic liquid and was continuously drifting out along with the overflowing water on the floor in slow motion.

Everything was still and soundless. Only the steady flowing sound of the water from the faucet could be heard.

At that moment, the person had some thoughts running wild inside his head...

>>>Who am I? What am I doing...?

The person chuckled lowly with a hint of self-mockery.

He was someone who was never cared for, never liked, and never loved by anyone.

He was someone who had no friends, no family that he could call his, and no one to at least talk to.

He was just a bug in their beautiful world... asking for their attention which made them feel annoyed. So, they smashed him with reality but didn't kill him, leaving him there all broken.

After spending so much time laying there staring at an empty space with his broken soul he forgot who he was, what he was doing there, and why did he even try to get anyone's attention?

He doesn't even remember what he wanted in the first place.

He felt nothing...

He was like an old notebook of a five-year-old. The kid doodled as he wished on all his white pages with his newly bought crayons.

And after when there was no page left he was tossed off to a corner where no one could find him.

He had waited and waited for anyone to find him until the dust started accumulating but when the booklouses started chewing on him... He realized.

...That he was neither important nor special to anyone.

...That no one remembered he existed anymore.

...And that no one would ever take their time to find him.

So, he just stayed there all alone in that dusty corner... all forgotten waiting for his end.

>>>Maybe, I was to never exist in the first place. When even my birth was just an accident that wasn't welcomed by anyone why did I have so many expectations... like a fool?

>>>What was I hoping for? Why did I wish so hard for someone to like me, care for me... love me...?

He choked on his tears feeling suffocated.

>>>Was hoping to be loved such a great sin?

>>>Was hoping to smile along with my loved one such a dreadful offense?

>>>If not... then why am I left alone? I remember I had never wronged anyone... then why?

>>>Why me?... Why must I be left alone?

>>>Why was I ignored to the point that my existence became an uncertainty even to me...?

He questioned himself in his endless thoughts however he didn't want answers to all those questions anymore.

>>>Finally, I would be freed from this hell.

At his previous thought, the person smiled for the last time with his closed eyes ready to embrace his death but...

A loud worried voice made him open his bewitching teal blue eyes which lost their gleam and were void of any hope.

They were pretty yet empty.

"Davian!!!"

That man came running to him, took him out of the bathtub, and held him in his arms with anxious eyes.

"Why did you..."

He teared up hugging him tightly.

"Why... just why... Davian?!"

His loud melancholy voice echoed throughout the mansion.

"Hah... so you do know my name... K-Killian..."

The person smiled again for one last time at his husband leaving his final breath.

"NOOO! DAVIAN!!!"

Those were the last ear-piercing screams Davian heard before his soul left his body.

...

Seven Years ago...

"Hey, man! Congratulations. Did you step on a fox tail or something? Tell me the secret of your success. How did you seduce the chairman's youngest son?"

A man asked cheerfully hitting the chest of the sturdy man in his wedding suit standing in front of him without any expression on his face.

Before that man could ask more, the secretary of the sturdy man came in between.

"Sir Steven, Mr. Killian needs to leave now or he will be late for the wedding."

"Alright, I won't bother our new groom anymore. Take him with you," Steven smiled politely.

"Killian, let's go."

Castor, his secretary urged him holding his arm.

Killian just nodded and followed his secretary but as he strode he heard the whisperings behind his back.

"Tsk! Who does he think he is? He was just a no-name artist until yesterday. If that useless illegitimate child of our chairman didn't fall for his good looks, he would have been buried under the history of our industry."

"I fucking know right? He doesn't even respect us, his seniors. He never responds to our questions and stands like a statue. He and an actor? Even a stone can act better than him!"

"Hey, did you hear this? He entered our company through the back door. Probably he has connections with the powerful businessman Arik Esmeray."

"What....? That Arik Esmeray? But isn't he an Alpha too? Why would Arik Esmeray help this guy?"

"Don't you know, they say it's a trend in high society to keep good-looking Alpha boys as their pets. Omegas get pregnant so they keep young Alphas as their fucktoys to avoid unwanted pregnancies."

The four men, whispering, made a disgusting face as they looked at the broad back of Killian Alastair.

"Ew! Where did his Alpha pride go? Even if Arik Esmeray is blue-blooded Alpha, I will never succumb to him."

"Who knew if he is truly an Alpha? I never saw him release his pheromones."

"Right neither did I. After getting his backhole fucked by Arik Esmeray, maybe he became an Omega."

All of them laughed loudly at that.

Killian Alastair gritted his teeth, his eyes were turning crimson, he balled his fist tightly that his nails were sinking into his palm.

Castor too heard them and saw that Killian was about to lose it.

But he had to stop him as Killian was now a rising star with so many opportunities ahead of him to become successful.

He shouldn't be in the headlines for the crime of assaulting his fellow actors of the same company.

That too on his wedding day.

Castor immediately squeezed Killian's hand.

"Killian, please control your anger. I will take care of those bastards later, trust me. You can't mess up today, I beg you."

Killian closed his eyes and opened them again. His irises turned back to his natural tyrian eyes that had an orchid hue that looked determined.

"I..."

Killian looked at his secretary Castor with whom he worked, for the past three years.

Castor right away understood what Killian was hesitant to say with his innate experience skills.

Killian wasn't pleased with this forced arranged marriage...

...Was what Castor thought.

He knew Killian was a man of few words but he wasn't bothered by it. Castor worked with many celebrities before as their manager and secretary.

He was relieved that Killian unlike other celebrities wouldn't go looking for trouble just for fun.

Killian had no interest in dating, he does neither cigarettes nor drugs. He prefers to drink alcohol in his home alone enjoying the city's night view from the glass window in his cozy villa.

So, Castor didn't mind Killian being silent all the time as it was easy for him to take care of him.

At first, when the Farrel entertainments chairman, Mr. Farrel asked for Killian Alastair's hand in marriage for his youngest troublemaker son, Castor thought it was the end.

Who didn't know it? The Chairman's little devil was a mischief-maker who loved to mess up everything, everywhere he went.

He was a walking ticking time bomb and no one knew how to deal with him as the Chairman would take care of anyone who opposed his youngest son silently.

So everyone walked on eggshells around him. To think that little disaster fell in love with Killian Alastair who was known for his ice coldness and insensitivity...

Everyone had a blast gossiping about them for the past month when the chairman called Killian to his home and ordered him to marry his son.

Many of them thought Killian would reject it and resign from the company but to everyone's surprise, he agreed quietly without putting up any fight.

So, they thought Killian took the chance to climb high by marrying the chairman's youngest son.

They even thought it was a match made in hell as one was from unknown origins probably from slums who slept around with rich men to enter the entertainment industry and the other one was the illegitimate son who stirred problems everywhere he went.

Besides the netizens' opinion, the fans of Killian had a different view. Many of them were angry at Farrel Entertainment's chairman for using his power to put pressure on their innocent helpless actor for the marriage.

The social networks were blasted with heated discussions, some debating that Killian could have still refused and resigned from the company but he chose not to, which only meant he was taking up the offer willingly to become rich.

Meanwhile, the others were opposing saying that Killian had to sacrifice his heart to pursue his career which was his dream, and that he was helpless nobody with only his looks and acting skills, he couldn't afford to offend such a powerful chairman and end up in dust.

Apart from all this, many were throwing stones at the youngest son who proposed the marriage.

They even dug about his past and after knowing that he was an illegitimate child there was a huge uproar.

If Killian's fans could stop the wedding by killing that illegitimate son Davian Farrel and rescue their innocent actor like knights in shining armor they could have done it without a bit of hesitation.

But Killian told them that it was his choice to marry Davian and that everyone should respect it.

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