All Chapters of The Untypical Marriage: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

KIRA’S POV“I don’t need to be a whore to know how to seduce a man. Or should we put it to the test? You know what, let's not. I’ve already said what I said, Adrian, I don’t care who you sleep with, as long as they don't live in this house. And if you insist otherwise… well, I guess we’ll both see just how seductive I can be—”Before I could complete that statement, he dropped a folder on the table with a loud bang, I shook slightly but didn’t visibly show any emotion."Enough with the theatrics, Kira," he growled, his voice as cold as steel. "You are in no position to give me orders. This is my house, my rules, and I'll fuck whoever, whenever, and wherever I damn well, please... And trust me when I say this: my men are used to women… not emotionally damaged, lovesick puppies.” he said with a sneer and went back to arranging his table. I stood there, frozen, trying to control my breathing. Adrian’s words landed with the force of a punch, each syllable digging into my skin like a need

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

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