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Author's POVKael let out a low chuckle, his eyes glittering with malice as he circled Lyra like a wolf sizing up its prey. “You want to get back in control?” he murmured, his gaze fixed on hers. “Then let’s aim for the heart, shall we?”Lyra blinked, unsure of what he meant by his words. "Heart? What are you saying?”His smile widened, sinister and cruel. “Elara’s power lies in that child. The reason why she is suddenly refusing to bow down like in the past is because of that child. If we want to break down her fighting spirit then we need to take care of the only thing keeping her going. And the pain would keep her down for a while, giving us the chance to get rid of Damian."Lyra gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as the meaning of his words settled in, her body tensing. “You mean…?”Kael nodded slowly. "Yes... We have to get rid of that child. I have been thinking about it since the day you told me about it."Lyra's heart surged with fear. Get rid of an innocent child? The plan
Author's POV"I.... need," the words died in Lyra's mouth as she wondered how Kael was able to see through her so clearly. And from his tone, she could see how much he enjoyed seeing her so shameless like this. But she didn't mind. This was no time to save face.Kael watched her, eyes gleaming with dark intent studying her like a cornered animal. The way she knelt before him, trembling, begging—it was a sight he’d always wanted to see. She should be below him. Always. On her feet worshipping him just like this. But now that it was real, it felt hollow. Kael knew that Lyra was a master manipulator, and he knows better than to trust her display of humility at face value.Still, he couldn’t deny the thrill of seeing her like this.He bent down in front of her, brushing a strand of hair from her face, tilting her chin up with a finger, and forcing her to meet his gaze. “You haven’t answered me yet," he said, voice low and measured like he didn't know exactly what she wanted. “What exactly
Author's POV Damian didn’t answer because Lyra was right. He had promised her all that. He just turned and stormed out of the study, leaving the door swinging behind him. The silence that followed felt louder than any fight. The air around Lyra crackled with disbelief. She stood there for several minutes, frozen in place, the words trying to gain Elara’s favor looping in her mind like a curse that is meant to suffocate her to death. Her lips trembled with rage. He used me. Both Kael and Damian. No matter what she does, it seems none of the men in her life would truly see all her efforts. Why is she so unfortunate? The realization punched through her gut like a blade. He never intended to keep any of his promises. And the fact that it was Damian whom she thought cared about her, made it even more painful. He wants to abandon her after she has done everything according to his plans and save his own ass. Get on Elara's good side? The words echoed again. Never would she bow to Elara.
Author's POV Lyra pushed open the doors to Damian’s private study, her heels clicking with a confident purpose against the marble floor. She found him by the liquor cabinet, nursing a glass of something dark, his jaw tense, eyes blazing with barely contained fury. He was angry, even his wolf was attesting to it from the way it's growling beneath him. Good, she thought smugly. He must’ve put Elara in her place. He must have taught her how to behave and now she would be able to get back her position at the company. She heaved a sigh of relief when she remembered all she went through from Mrs. Williams today. She can't wait to pay her and her coworkers back. They humiliated her, mocked her and dared make her serve them coffee! They would suffer and she would show them she was back—now stronger than ever. So next time, they would choose carefully where their loyalty lies between her and Elara. Smiling seductively, Lyra walked up to him and draped her arms over his shoulders, placing
Author's POV And I won't let you or anyone destroy it." He stared at her for a long time without saying a word. She is bold. He liked that. Because that would only cost her everything. He laughed darkly at her audacity. "Your father's sweat and blood? Let's see for how long you're going to keep acting that way, huh?" Elara didn't say anything. She wanted to bark out a reply that she would keep acting that way as long as she lives but she decided against it. She was too tired and saying that would just keep the argument going. She moved further into the room, opened the closet and picked out a sundress that she would change into after shower, then took her towel. She wanted to change away from the office attire but when she looked over her shoulders she saw that Damian was still staring at her. She can't change in his presence because of her now slightly obvious baby bump, so she decided to do that in the bathroom. As she took a step, Damian's cold voice stopped her. "I'm sti
Author’s POV Elara's fingers tightened around the knob of Damian's bedroom, and she pushed the door open. Elara stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, her expression was exhausted from all the work at the office and the pregnancy hormones were settling in making her weaker than necessary. Her eyes immediately fell on the two people inside — Damian, lounging near the window, swirling the glass of scotch in his hand, and Lyra, curled up on the edge of the bed like a lover waiting for comfort. When Lyra's eyes met Elara’s, she smirked triumphantly. Like someone who had just won a long battle. Elara rolled her eyes as she sighed in frustration. Of course, she had expected that Lyra would come running to Damian like her saviour but she hadn't expected it to be so soon. She had thought of coming home to rest for a while but it seems that has suddenly become a luxury that she couldn't afford. How did she get here so fast when it was just closing hours? Oh...
Author's POV The fury in Lyra’s face increased. “Watch your mouth, Mrs. Williams. Just because Elara humiliated me doesn’t mean you get to do the same. I won't tolerate any form of disrespect from you." Mrs. Williams watched her for a while, pretending to be afraid of her threat then she burst into laughter—the sound was cruel and mocking. “Oh no, sweetie. You did that all by yourself.” She stepped closer into the office, her eyes scanning Lyra. “Now, shut up and get to work unless you want me to tell Elara you’re disturbing the office and slacking off." Lyra opened her mouth wanting to bite back a retort but the words died in her mouth when she remembered Elara's words. She was already on her bad side, doing more won't do her any good for now. At least not until she tells Damian about everything. The laughter outside had grown louder. Lyra dropped her eyes and muttered, “Fine.” “Oh, and one more thing,” Mrs. Williams said, stepping back to the door. “Hand over the projects you
Author’s POV Elara's words echoed in Lyra's ear, sharp, clear and striking like thunder. She couldn't believe that Elara had become such a bold witch that even threats of telling Damian doesn't scare her anymore. What the hell has made her so bold that she was willing to go against the contract? And their initial agreement that no one knows about the problem between them. Lyra stormed down the hallway, her heels hitting the polished floor sharply. Rage coursed through her veins, and her breathing came in ragged, uneven gasps. Her well manicured fingers were curled tightly around the straps of her designer bag, and with each step, the humiliation seems to penetrate more inside her gut. She didn’t even wait until she was inside her office before she screamed. The door slammed shut behind her and her shriek cut through the air like a wounded animal. She threw her bag across the room, scattering the contents inside it, then shoved away an entire stack of files from her desk with a f
Elara's POV “I’ll tell Damian about this,” she hissed. I smiled, stepping closer. Did she still think I'm still afraid of Damian. I have nothing to lose anymore. “You can go to hell for all I care," I spat. "Go ahead and tell him everything. I’d love to hear what he has to say. I'd like to know how he intends on protecting you, you snake." She stared at me for a long time like she doesn't even recognise the person in front of her anymore. I titled my head forward, willing for her to see that it was the same Elara. The same woman whom they once ridiculed. The same woman who has once knelt down shamelessly before her. She shook her head. Then without another word, she spun on her heels and slammed the door behind her. I let out a long breath, pushing a few strands of hair away from my face. One woman down. Many more to go. I sat back behind my desk, revelling in the moment again. And I couldn't help but commend myself for a job well done. The next one on my list would be to see