Chapter 10

Kylie’s POV

A lot was going on, in my head and in the villa.

I stood at the balcony in my room with a million thought running through my head, I was fully dressed for work and deep down I knew the realization of my week’s activity was overwhelming me, but I wouldn’t let it.

When I had thrown it all away to be with Austin I had envisioned a lifetime of struggles, yes, but my delusions had also assured me a lifetime of loving and loving. I knew what I got in return and it was….

“Miss Kylie?” Someone called out to me, interrupting my self pitying and plotting.

I turned around and found the nanny hovering over the entrance, the same one that had been since I was five. It brought back a rush of emotions, some sweet to think of and others, not so great.

“Lily?”

“Do you want your coffee the usual way?” She asked me, her sweet tone calling for me to run into her hands and remain there just like I used to when my father scolded me.

“Black, very black.” I responded, I wasn’t going to be soft Kylie, not now and not anytime soon.

What that had gotten me was very clear, back to the place I had desperately tried to run from, back to the people who I had mixed feelings about, and it was all because of a very handsome, irritant of human, the one I was just beginning with.

“Very well,” she muttered and I could hear the concern in her tone. My instability could always tell people that knew me how I was feeling, I normally preferred my coffee sweet, overly sweet, so I understood her worry.

“Also, ask Alan to come up. I believe he has a message to deliver,” I called after her as she closed the door behind her.

Revenge was best served cold or how did they say that?

There was one thing I knew I wasn’t going to do, and it was that thing called being vulnerable. It had not worked for me and now I was sending bottles of revenge to people’s houses.

Jackson had escorted me home after the whole charade and even though I had noticed he had been a little aloof and distant. I wasn’t interested in how another person felt, I had sent the driver back to the restaurant to order the wine he was going to have and have it delivered to him.

With a little note on the side, I hated him. I hated my husband so much I wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him if I had a gun.

“Miss Wilson!” Alan called as he walked into the room, I turned around and smiled at him as he walked over to him. “Good morning,”

“Alan, did you deliver my message?” I asked him and walked to the entrance where he stood with his hands behind his back. I had forgotten how prioritized hierarchy was in this side of society.

He nodded, I noticed a small smile form on his face and just as quickly, it disappeared.

“Oh Miss Wilson, he was furious. May I explain in full details?” He asked and I laughed, a deep, wicked laugh I couldn’t believe was mine.

“Go ahead!”

“He was with his Missus, and she was asking him what was wrong. He smashed the bottle on the floor and everybody look at him like he is mad. He read the paper and throw it away, Miss Wilson, Mr Nitaile was very upset.”

I laughed, it was filled with dark, angry emotions and although, it was a most comical attempt at revenge, the starting point. I wasn’t satisfied, I would need more evil.

“Well, that was a violent reaction. Thank you Alan,” I replied and he nodded, but he remained standing there.

“I think I should mention,” I turned back to look at him, just as Lily returned to the room and handed me the coffee. “I saw Mr Niall at the bar last night, he is drunk, very drunk.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, I had missed out on a lot while I was gone for those four years. I and Jackson had been friends before then, and I knew he was generally clean, he didn’t even enjoy night outs. So I didn’t know how much he had changed in the last four years and how much that had shifted him to the dark side.

“Thank you Alan,” I muttered as I collected the coffee mug from Lily and smiled. He walked out and I was left with Lily.

“Are you okay, honey?” She asked me and I nodded my head.

“Yeah, I will be out soon. Thank you Lil,” I replied, a smile on my face as she walked out of the room. But then, I didn’t think I was, but I wasn’t going to admit that.

I sipped on my coffee and slowly and painfully out back my armor, the one that would guide my heart and head as I went about that day. I wasn’t going to feel things deeply, I would simply brush it off my shoulders and live life that day without thinking of anything from Rachel, from Austin and even from the mistress.

Emily Hurd, Austin’s lover, had been sending me messages on my social media and with every message, I wondered why I had allowed myself to be dependent on Austin.

He wasn’t even worth the stress and trouble I was going through and I knew it.

I was meeting Mia for lunch later, she was still in awe of the amount of wealth I had been catapulted into. I had to remind her, this was how I had grown up, I just made the mistake of thinking a love story was linked with Austin.

I picked up my bag and climbed down the stairs and into the main living room, I was expecting to see something of Rachel. I knew she was always ready to combat, but there wasn’t.

I was a little relieved as I headed to the door, the butler muttered a greeting just as the door opened and just like that I was faced with another major problem. He came with a broad smile and a traveling bag, I fought the urge not to groan.

“Hello sister,”