Todos los capítulos de The Betrayed Luna Strikes Back!: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Kira's POV. I stumbled out of the car, fatigue weighing heavily on my shoulders, as the sun was sinking low in the horizon. My head throbbed with each step; today's hectic day at work had drained me; I am not sure how much more work and dominance I would have to put in before I could rule peacefully. I have to gain complete control, and I will; it is only a matter of time before everyone knows my name... It is a lot of work, but I am willing to do it because the cause I am fighting for is worthwhile. With a bitter taste on my tongue, I whispered to myself, "Home sweet home."Even though I knew the path to success would not be simple, I became more determined every day to take my rightful place at the top.The stillness was broken as soon as I set foot on the sidewalk by a shy voice alerting me to someone standing close by. A young girl, her frame fragile and delicate, stood before me, her eyes wide with apprehension."Welcome, ma'am," she stammered, her voice trembling with nervousn

Kira’s POV“Who the fuck are you?” My voice was sharp, and I pressed the knife closer to his neck. He’d be a fool to think I couldn’t kill him just because we’d just shared an incredible fuck that I wouldn’t mind repeating.Damn it! This man is so good that even when I try to focus, his presence alone distracts me. Was he sent to kill me? Too bad for him; that’s not going to happen.I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his face. “Who the fuck sent you?” I demanded through gritted teeth.I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, feeling his cock grow even larger and harder inside me despite my knife at his throat made my eyes widened. “In the name of fu.ck!” I groaned, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him. Goddess, I was getting distracted again.His eyes, dark and unreadable behind the mask, stared up at me. He seemed to savor my struggle, his lips curving into a smug smile.“Does it matter who sent me?” he rasped, his voice husky with lust. “You seemed to enjoy

Ashton's POV. "What would you like to eat, Sir?" a soft voice asked the moment I stepped into the large family dining room.I turned to see a tiny woman standing beside me, creasing my brow, I asked, "And you are?"She blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink and I wondered why she was blushing. "I'm Annabella, a new servant, Sir. What would you like to have for breakfast?"A new servant. Who hired such a fragile-looking woman? She seemed like she could break at any moment. "Um, get me hot chocolate and some scrambled eggs," I mumbled, dismissing her as I made my way to the dining table.Some of the family members were already seated, but I didn't bother acknowledging them. I grabbed the newspaper and buried my head in it, hoping to avoid any unnecessary interaction."Ash, you gonna pretend like we don't exist?" A familiar feminine voice pierced through my focus, making me roll my eyes. I really wasn't in the mood for a conversation."Ashton!" Another voice, this time mal

Kira's POV“Fvck!” I ruffled out a cuss and slammed the door shut immediately after I stepped into my room. The anger surged from within me, those guards would definitely get their punishment but first, I needed to deal with those lunatics who thought they could come into my home and point guns at me. I am Kira, this is my territory, no one comes to threaten me let alone in my territory. I made my way into the bathroom and took a quick shower before wearing a different attire, the red nightgown now dumped among the other dirty clothes. The real battle had just begun because I wasn't going to let whosoever sent these gunmen into my house go free. One of them had clearly said they had been instructed not to take me for granted. A very good heads-up; they still did though.Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I packed my hair into a tight pony causing my face to be more revealed. I wore black shorts that ended at my thighs and wore a black spaghetti hand top. With no makeup and no

Kira's POV"Get everyone down here," I ordered the guards as I strolled into the living room with a Remington R5 in my right hand. The living room, once a chaotic mess of broken glass, blood stains, and upended furniture, had been meticulously restored to order. It was almost as if nothing had happened here. I settled into a single sofa, my eyes fixed on the entrance as I waited for the family to gather. They would be mourning one of their own today."Where are the losers?!" I shouted after a few minutes of waiting. Their tardiness only fueled my anger, my fingers itching to pull the trigger.Impatient, I aimed the gun at the ceiling and fired a warning shot. "Get the fuck out now!" I bellowed.The family members scurried out like frightened rabbits, some descending the stairs while others hurried from the elevator. Within minutes, they were all assembled before me. The sheer number of them was staggering; Mr. Jones had truly sired a legion. There can never be peace in a house like t