Novels by Kyra

5. The figure in Burgundy.In the backseat of his luxurious car, Lucien sat with a cigarette in between his lips. He took slow drags as his mind shifted to what his mother had said. This whole event was making him despise marriage deeply. "Boss, we got word from that investor" Jace reported. Lucien plucked his mind immediately from his seat of thoughts. His work was his only sanity now. "What did he say?" he asked, taking a sharp drag from his cigarette. "There's someone else in the picture now" Jace replied, his voice a little hesitant. Lucien paused mid-smoke, and looked at Jace fully. "What?" "Yes"."We almost had it Jace. How come...? What's the name of that company?" His eyes blazed with rage. He already had enough on his plate, the last thing he needed was an upstart company challenging him. "DAH Global" Jace replied. Lucien stubbed the cigarette butt into the ashtray beside him. He clenched his jaw tightly. "What the hell is that...?" Lucien growled lowly.Jace swallo

4. Her Return. A year later. Dallas, Texas.Dahlia stared at her reflection on the elevator's mirrored walls. No cracks. No tears. Just steady eyes that had finally learned how to lie without trembling. She almost didn't recognize herself and maybe that was the whole point. "What time is the flight?" Dahlia asked, her voice cold and sharp, edged with a husky hoarseness she'd never noticed before. "6pm Miss Winters" Gaux replied briskly."We'll pick Kimberly up on our way out. She's leaving with us too" she stated. "Yes" Gaux said. A heartbeat. "Miss Winters..." Gaux called, voice hesitant."What's it?" Dahlia asked. "California...do you... really have to go?" Dahlia cast a look over her shoulder, a small smile gracing her lips. "Fret not Gaux, I'm going there for business" she said."But...I could have gone for you...or one of your brothers. It doesn't have to be you" Gaux opined. "This" Dahlia said, "is my empire Gaux. Not the Winters, not some family heirloom. This is my bloo

3. The ghost of her absenceFrom the floor to ceiling window of his study, Lucien watched as Dahlia walked out through the huge black gates of Voss manor. She didn't look back. Not once. It was as if she'd erased him from her world long before this morning and that seemed to punch him in the gut. "Did she take the alimony?" He asked his assistant— Jace, tone icy. "No sir. Mrs Voss didn't take anything. Just her suitcase and handbag" he replied. Mrs Voss. Lucien's jaw tightened at the way Jace still addressed her. Like she still belonged here. Like she was still his. It scraped something raw inside of him and he hated the way it unsettled him. "Jace...Dahlia and I are divorced. And you know what that means..." he said. Jace picked up immediately and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry for the slip sir. I will take note in the future". He heaved a deep sigh, trying to gather his emotions and focus. "What's my schedule looking like for the rest of the day?" he asked"You have a luncheo

2. Exodus Lucien returned to the Voss manor at six in the morning. He met Dahlia seated at the dining, with some papers in front of her. "Good morning" he greeted, his tone cold. Dahlia curled her fists on her knees. "Mm" she said. He didn't say anything else. He didn't bother explaining his reason for staying out last night and just turned to go upstairs. He didn't even notice the change in her attitude. Dahlia secretly laughed at herself bitterly. Perhaps, he never actually saw her. "Yesterday was our anniversary" Dahlia spoke, her voice thick with emotions. Lucien halted in his steps. He didn't turn to look at her. Just his cold back facing her. "Didn't Camille relay my message to you?""Is Camille your wife?" her voice shook. "I'm your wife Lucien!" Lucien balled his fists and clenched his jaw tightly. "And so? Does that mean I can't go to places I want to go to?""And does those places include Sasha's hospital room? Feeding her the cookies I made?" Dahlia asked."I wasn't

1. Alone...It was their anniversary night — hers and his. She'd prepared everything. The cakes, waffles and his favorite dishes, just the way he liked them. And she waited, at the dining just like she's always done in the past years. Eight. Nine. Ten. He wasn't yet back. Dahlia gave a start. Did he forget? But even if he did, she'd called him earlier to remind him and he'd told her to wait. Anxious, she stood from the dining and quickly ringed him up. However, all she got was the automated voice of the female robot. She tried again and again but only the robotic voice answered. Dahlia felt her heart turn cold with dread. She clenched her fists tightly as though that would squash the ominous feeling brewing in her chest. Just then, the front door clicked. Dahlia felt her heart skip just a beat, her eyes lighting up and without thought, she rushed to the door. "Hey honey--" but her voice faltered when she saw who it was. It was just the butler, Ma'am Camille. "Camie" she caught h