Novels by Kyra

66. "Little Lia..."Silence lingered. Longer than it should.It stretched between them, thick and heavy like something waiting to break. Liam's fists clenched slowly at his sides. Not enough to be obvious. But enough.His eyes darkened. Not playful this time. Not teasing.Dangerous."You don't have to find him" his voice came. Low and steady.But something under them wasn't. Dahlia's eyes flickered. Just for a second. Confusion. Brief. Gone. "You...." she said, calmly, "are not in a position to tell me what to do and what not to do".It landed wrongly on Liam's chest. His jaw ticked slightly.Without hesitation, Dahlia turned to leave, back straight. Decisive. A step. Two steps. A sudden pull on her wrist. Not tight. Just enough to make her stop in her tracks. However, she didn't turn. She only allowed her gaze to drop to his hand which held her wrist. Quietly. Still. Watching. Liam followed her gaze. And as if he had touched fire, he let go.A breath passed. "I hope you

65. The Queen doesn't move...Silence settled between the duo— sharp and cutting, with Liam's eyes resting intently on her masked face. A low buzz came, slicing the tension in two. Dahlia reached for her phone which was in her pocket. It was Gaux. She picked up. "Yes?" her voice was cool. Dahlia's brows furrowed as the minutes went by, fingers wrapping tightly around the phone. "Alright" she said, tone measured as the call neared its end. "I will handle it". The call ended. Dahlia turned back to Liam whose eyes were still on her, his hands resting easily in his pockets. "You ready?" he asked, the arch of his lips a faint ghost of a smile. Dahlia said nothing. Liam took a step forward. "It's just a game Dahlia" he said, voice low and soothing. "Besides, you gave my brother the chance and now, you both are working on a very huge project together".Dahlia's eyes narrowed. "So, why can't you give me this chance as well?" Liam asked, cocking his head to the side. "I find it rid

64. The Man Behind the MaskMorning arrived. Not fast. Not slowly either. Just calm, enough to hide the tension brewing beneath the surface. Sun rays slid through the curtains of Dahlia's room, resting quietly on her face. She stirred. Once. Twice. Then opened her eyes. A soft sigh slipped from her lips. "Finally" Kimberly's voice came from the side, almost startling her.Dahlia shifted her head to the side. "Kim?" Kimberly raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"Kimberly moved from where she sat, and settled beside Dahlia, at the edge of the bed. "What time did you get back?" Dahlia asked, blinking her eyes once, to clear the fog clouding her eyes. "Quite late. You slept off on the couch" Kimberly's voice lowered slightly. "I was surprised. You never sleep off on the couch".Dahlia sat up, clutching her head as though that was enough to calm the jab against her skull. "I was just tired" came the easy reply. Kimberly studied her. A beat passed. "Okay" she said. "If you say so". Dahli

63. A Girl from DallasThe black Rolls Royce eased to a stop in front of Dahlia's penthouse.For a fraction of a second, neither of them moved.Just the quiet rhythm of two breaths filling the space between them.Then—"Handle it properly, Mr Voss", Dahlia said calmly.Lucien turned to her, something in his expression softening— barely."You're not going to ask what the problem is?"Dahlia glanced at him, composed as ever."If Mr Voss wanted me to know, I would've known by now".Her lips curved faintly.Lucien looked away, his grip tightening on the steering wheel."I'll tell you when I've handled it".A small pause."That's what I thought too", Dahlia replied.She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for her bag."Thank you for tonight, Mr. Voss. I enjoyed myself". "Mm". His gaze flickered back to her— but only briefly.The door opened. Closed.And just like that— she was gone.By the time Dahlia disappeared behind the doors of her penthouse, the air inside the car had turned sharp.

62. I didn't deserve you....The Dragon Seaside welcomed them with a breath of wind— salt and seaweed, cool and familiar. The driveway wound between old stone walls, gray and weathered, covered in vines that swayed in the breeze. Moonlight caught the stones in patches, uneven and silver, giving the place a quiet, almost sacred feel.Lucien parked a few steps from the restaurant entrance, the tires crunching lightly over the gravel. He cut the engine and turned toward her."I made a reservation", he said quietly.Dahlia glanced at him, skeptical, arching a brow."You haven't eaten" he added almost immediately. "I've…been busy", she replied cautiously.He didn't argue, didn't tease. He only opened her door and gestured her inside.The restaurant was small but intimate. Low, warm lighting highlighted dark wood and cream-toned walls. Simple candle arrangements flickered on each table. It wasn't extravagant. It didn't need to be. He led her to a corner table by a wide window, where the

61. A walk with me...That same evening, Inside one of the VIP lounges in a bar. A figure sprawled on the couch, arm resting on his forehead in lazy repose. The door to the lounge was pushed open and someone walked in. "Sir" the person's voice came. Liam opened his eyes slowly, the multicolored ceiling entering his view. "How did it go?" Liam asked, voice calm. "Sir, the whole fiasco has been Miss Winter's plan" Sam stated. A chuckle. "What did my brother think about that?" he asked, eyes gleaming."Mr Voss didn't seem happy about it. He left with Miss Vale". Liam smirked. He reached for the glass of whiskey that was in front of him. He took a sip. Slow and deliberate. "Even the almighty CEO of Voss Empire didn't see that coming" Liam mocked. "To think he came to my place to warn me about his ex-wife".He scoffed. "Don't you think it's ridiculous, Sam?" he whipped his face to his assistant. "Nothing is ever certain sir" Sam managed. Liam nodded and took another sip from