KIRA’S POVI sat at the table, my untouched breakfast in front of me. Aunt Linda had practically dragged me out of my room, insisting I eat something. The sound of a chair scraping across the floor caught my attention. I looked up to see Adrian settling in opposite me, dressed sharply in a black suit.“Good morning” I grumbled but he continued to stare at the newspaper in front of him. It had been exactly a week since his release party and three days since I found him fucking a whore. This was the first time we’d shared a meal at the dining table since, but I doubted he was here to bond."Prepare yourself for tonight," he finally said, his voice breaking the silence. I looked up at him, the food in front of me still untouched."For what? Another porn series starring you?" I snapped, the memory playing on an endless loop in my mind.He smiled—a twisted, almost genuine expression. "I didn’t realize you enjoyed such things," he replied coolly. "I bet you walked away with your panties so
KIRA’S POV “Is that any way to talk to our Mother? She missed you. You owe it to her to be nice.” I heard someone say. I glanced sideways to see Kayla staring at me, her hands resting on her belly which seemed to have grown slightly since the last time I saw her. ‘So, she's really pregnant’ a voice in my head said. ‘That doesn't mean it's Dylans.’ another thought echoed, leaving a sour taste in my mouth. “She’s not my mother and I don't owe anyone anything,” I said matter-of-factly, walking away from the mother-and-daughter duo. I walked toward the kitchen, drawn by the savory aroma of dinner. Whatever reason they had for joining us tonight felt insignificant compared to the thought of finally eating. “Kira…” I knew that voice all too well, but I didn’t turn around. Dylan’s voice still had that familiar silky edge, wrapping around me like a memory I was desperate to forget. I kept my gaze fixed on the jug in front of me, determined to ignore him for the rest of the evening—ma
KIRA’S POV *** A wide smile stretched across my face as my feet giddily danced down the stairs. What was love without happiness? “Why are you smiling so much, babe?” Dylan asked, an equally broad smile resting on his face. “I’m sorry, I just—” I giggled, my hands rushing up to hide the blush creeping across my cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.” “I told you I'd be here, didn't I?” “I know, but it’s unbelievable! How did you manage to convince him to let me leave the mansion for this date?” I asked. “You know how paranoid he’s been since the accident. He won’t even let me go back to school, not even to the library. I’ve been caged up like a dog for more than eight months, and now that I’m finally outside, I don’t even know how to feel. Tell me, are the trees still green, or have they evolved into something else?” He smiled, gently taking my hand and leading me out of the mansion. “Stop being so dramatic,” he chuckled, nudging me playfully. “It’s been only eight month
KIRA’S POV.“W…W are you doing here?” I asked, trying to steer away from the tension in the room.“This is my room,” Adrian replied coldly. “And for some reason, when you fainted, Maria thought it would be a good idea to dump you in here. I almost ended up in the guest room. Came in to change, and what do I find? You… moaning my brother’s name. Pathetic.”Shame flushed through me and I swallowed hard, wishing I could disappear. "I'm sorry," I muttered as my gaze darted around the room, finally registering where l was. The room was cold, with high ceilings and dark, heavy curtains that made it feel hollow. It lacked any warmth or personal touch as if no one really lived here. The bed beneath me was massive, with gray sheets—and a small stain, evidence of my vulnerability.I turned to the edge of the bed, ready to climb down when Adrian's hand shot out, stopping me."I didn't tell you to move, did I?" he said, his voice hard.I glared at him, the heat rising in my chest. “Last time, I c
KIRA’S POVI stood in front of the mirror admiring the new necklace sitting delicately on my neck. Aunt Linda stood beside me, her eyes watching me with deep admiration.“Isn't it beautiful?” I smiled at her in the mirror.“Yes, yes it is,” she quickly agreed.“Too bad it has to be on my neck, it deserves to belong to someone who isn’t as sour as I am.” I shook my head slightly at my reflection.“No, my darling. You’re far from sour. You’ve just had a bit of bad luck with the family you ended up with. You are beautiful and you deserve all the beautiful things in the world, Mia.”My heart swelled with appreciation. “Thank you, Aunt. Thank you for always—”But before I could finish, the door opened and Adrian walked in even though no one permitted him to. As always the big bad Adrian never waits for permission or listens to instructions.“I’ll leave you two alone,” Aunt Linda said, giving my shoulder a gentle pat as she walked toward the door. “Try to have fun at dinner, dear.”“I will,
KIRA’S POVFor a brief moment, there was silence—a huge emptiness. The wind screamed in my ears as I jumped, but I didn't move, something held me back. My breath hitched “Dylan?" I whispered, my heart leaping at the thought that he'd run after me. Relief flooded my chest for a split second until l turned back and realized it wasn't him. My dress had hooked on a metal bar sticking out from the ledge."Ugh!" I groaned, feeling frustrated. "Does the universe hate me so much that It won't even let me commit suicide in peace?"I yanked my dress free, the fabric ripping as I stumbled backward. I cursed under my breath and turned back toward the edge of the roof, feeling more determined.“There’s nothing left for me here,” I whispered to no one. The world spun around me as I stepped forward. This time, there was no hesitation, no stupid rod to hold me back. The air whipped past my face, time seeming to stretch. The noise of the city below dulled into an eerie silence.For a moment, I felt w
KIRA’S POVClick.Silence.My breath caught in my throat.No bullet.My eyes flickered to my husband as he laughed crazily."For someone who tried to kill herself, you sure are afraid to die." Adrian sneered.He rotated the gun, and a new magazine clicked into place.My terror reignited and my heart raced. Adrian’s finger wrapped around the trigger again and I shut my eyes tightly as I braced for impact.“Kira dear?” Maria's voice came suddenly from the door breaking the tension.My eyes shot open and I looked towards the door in hope while Adrian glared at it looking annoyed. He wouldn’t kill me with a witness around, would he? I thought trembling.Maria knocked again “Kira darling, are you okay in there? I brought you food.” I struggled against the ropes again, not daring to shout. Adrian sighed and walked towards the door opening it just the slightest.“My wife is a bit… occupied,” he said, glancing back at me with a sinister smirk forming on his lips. He pressed a finger to his m
KIRA'S POVAdrian's father, Paulo walked further into the room alongside Dylan, a stern expression on his face. Their entrance drew attention from the already seated guests, and they all stood up to shake hands. Adrian's father's gaze swept the room, his displeasure evident. He cleared his throat taking a seat, "Good afternoon, everyone. Sorry we're late,” he said, his eyes narrowed at his son’s plate before looking up at him "I didn't expect you to start without us."Adrian unfazed, shrugged and started to eat. I could feel Dylan’s eyes on me as he slipped into the seat beside his father, directly across from me. My hands fidgeted in my lap nervously.“Kira,” Adrian called, and I looked up at him. His expression remained impassive, but his voice took on a hint of annoyance. "Eat.”I grabbed a spoon and started to put food on my plate. Only the sound of cutlery was heard in the room as everyone ate in silence. After the meal, the maids brought Panna Cotta but Adrian rejected his.The
KIRA’S POVAdrian was slumped back in a chair, his chest red with blood.A table sat in front of him, completely stained red, with bandages soaked through and scattered across the surface. Books, papers, pens, and files lay in a mess on the floor, like he had shoved everything away in anger. An iron first-aid box sat open on the table, but all the instruments inside were soiled.My feet felt frozen to the ground as I stared at his bare chest. His lower abdomen was bruised, an ugly shade of pink like he had been punched or hit—but his chest… His chest was still bleeding, blood covering almost every inch of his tattooed body.The room was a vast, sophisticated study, much like the one he had in the mansion. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound volumes and neatly arranged files. A sleek mahogany desk stood in the center—now ruined with blood and medical supplies. One side of the room was all glass, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. The blind
KIRA’S POV“Fucking hell,” Antonio muttered, lighting a cigarette.I glanced at him briefly before turning in the direction Adrian had gone. A million questions ran through my mind—was I supposed to live here permanently? And I also needed to get Aunt Linda here somehow. With those thoughts swirling in my head, I took a step to follow Adrian.“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”Antonio’s voice made me stop in my tracks. I turned to face him, my gaze landing on the cigarette between his fingers as he took a slow drag.“Do what?” I asked.“Go after him.” He exhaled a stream of smoke, his expression unreadable. “And try to ask him something or talk to him. I assume that’s what you were about to do.”“Um, why not?” I hugged myself, shifting uncomfortably. I wasn’t used to someone smoking so close to me… it brought back too many memories of Dad’s house.Antonio was undeniably good-looking… tall, sharp-featured, and not a single tattoo in sight. But I wasn't surprised, most of Adrian’s men
ADRIAN’S POVI sat on the stool watching the security footage, during which one of my trucks was intercepted and replaced with an empty truck.The pasta in front of me tasted bland.My mind flickered back to Kira. She had walked in on me throwing the pan in anger, oblivious to the news I had just received. When she’d offered to help, I let her. Not because I needed it, but because I was curious to see if she could actually pull it off.I turned my attention back to the screen.After the last interception, I had secretly planned to arrange for drones to follow all my shipments, especially the ones carrying arms.I watched as the truck carrying the goods veered off on the highway, separating from the convoy I had paid damn good money to ensure its safe passage. A second truck, identical in color and size, was already parked at the highway’s edge, waiting. The truck passed through the other side of the highway while the decoy continued, rejoining the convoy at a connecting road.A well-p
KIRA’S POVI kept screaming, my legs trembling as his weight pressed down on me, making it harder to breathe. My knees wobbled as I tried to move him, but he was too heavy. The stranger had passed out, his body limp against mine, and blood gushed from a wound or multiple I couldn’t see, soaking into my clothes, clinging to my skin.His body shook and he let out a dry cough, “you—” he coughed again and threw up and I felt something hot splatter against my back. Blood.Oh God!“You… you must tell Don Adrian… the orphan, he the spy. He out for revenge… and he very cunning son of a bitch.” his accent was Italian, more like… Korean?My mind couldn't register his words and all I could think of was getting him off me, my knees were slowly turning into jelly.I didn’t know how long I stood there, paralyzed, screaming, until Adrian’s men came rushing towards me. Strong hands grabbed the stranger, lifting him off me, my entire body was drenched in red, and the sudden loss of weight made my head
KIRA’S POVThe next day, instead of staying in my room until Dead Ted came to drag me off to training… like I usually would, I decided to take a walk around the mansion.I was careful, though. No wandering into any unfamiliar or eerie places. The last time I’d done that, I had stumbled on Adrian torturing a man with an iron rod, and that had been more than enough to kill any interest I had in touring the mansion. Since then, I have kept to the areas I was already familiar with… and other times, I just stayed cooped up in my room, avoiding everyone and everything.But today, I needed an escape, even if just for a little while. A library, a garden—somewhere quiet. Somewhere I could breathe.The past few days had been nothing short of a disaster, and with Kayla and Dylan’s engagement party just a week away, I was running out of time to figure out a way to get out of attending. But at this point, I knew it didn’t matter.There was no getting out of it.I just had to brace myself and prepa
KIRA’S POV The next day, instead of staying in my room until Dead Ted came to drag me off to training… like I usually would, I decided to take a walk around the mansion. I was careful, though. No wandering into any unfamiliar or eerie places. The last time I’d done that, I had stumbled on Adrian torturing a man with an iron rod, and that had been more than enough to kill any interest I had in touring the mansion. Since then, I have kept to the areas I was already familiar with… and other times, I just stayed cooped up in my room, avoiding everyone and everything. But today, I needed an escape, even if just for a little while. A library, a garden—somewhere quiet. Somewhere I could breathe. The past few days had been nothing short of a disaster, and with Kayla and Dylan’s engagement party just a week away, I was running out of time to figure out a way to get out of attending. But at this point, I knew it didn’t matter. There was no getting out of it. I just had to brace myself and
THIRD PERSON’S POV“What do you mean you got kicked out?” Kayla Neel, soon to be Vasillios, screamed into the phone. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and looked around the kitchen to make sure no one was listening.She had given Dylan an excuse and left the bedroom to take this call, thinking it would be good news from the spy she had planted to monitor her sister’s every move.“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t know how but it’s like Kira convinced Adrian to kick me and my mom out,” a nervous Jena stammered on the other end of the line.“How does Kira get Azreal to do anything? I thought you said you had him wrapped around your finger!” Kayla snapped, her frustration increasing.“I... I thought so too, but—”“Stop with the fucking excuses! I didn’t get you out of a life in jail just for you to get kicked out,” Kayla interrupted, looking livid.Two months ago, when Jena was arrested for manipulating her principal’s sixteen-year-old son int
KIRA’S POVI entered his room. He was not there but I could hear some rustling in his closet. Why were the curtains drawn and the room so dark?Probably to match his dark heart.I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been inside Adrian’s room. The unfamiliarity made my chest tighten, each step feeling like a violation. My heart pounded in anticipation of his reaction if he caught me here.But I had no choice. I had to help Maria.I walked towards the closet, peeking inside first to make sure that he wasn't naked. Thankfully, he had his jeans on and he was flipping through shirts from the pile of laid-out shirts he had in front of him. It looked like he was trying to decide on what to wear. Which was weird because they were all black, long-sleeved shirts. What was the problem then? Was he looking for one that was darker than his soul?“You know,” his deep voice broke the silence, “I thought I liked this newfound boldness of yours, but i
KIRA’S POV “Please let me go! I didn’t see anything, I promise!” I screamed as my fists pounded on the rusted railings of the cage.The room was pitch black, with the only source of light coming from somewhere outside the heavy iron door. The air was damp and smelled musty, sticking to my skin like glue and the cold, rough stone under me made me shiver; I could tell I was in a dungeon. I banged on the railings again, and the loud clang of metal echoed in the room. I banged and screamed until I felt my throat getting sore. “Stop wasting your time. They’re not going to hear you,” a voice from the cage startled me. Someone else was in here with me.“Where are we?” I asked again, squinting my eyes in an attempt to locate the person, but it was still too dark.“I’m not supposed to say. They’ll kill me,” the voice responded, and I heard shuffling… like someone was getting up. Still, I couldn’t see her face.“What do you mea