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ADIRA

Author: Phy Duneiz
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-06 19:19:46

One of the things I hated with a passion in this miserable world was waking up angry—and no one but Andronikos is to blame for it.

How dare he walk into my room, all bloody and shit, and tell me that he misses me after ghosting me for God knows how long? And I’m supposed to what? Fall on my knees and thank him for thinking about me?

You know what? Fuck that bastard. I don’t have time for his shit today. I had problems at the company to handle, and entertaining his drama wasn’t on my agenda.

After taking a shower, I threw on my usual corporate outfit, ignoring the lingering tension from last night, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. But guess who was already there? That’s right—the fucking demon and his obedient hellhound right behind him.

I didn’t acknowledge them. Didn’t even give them a glance. I marched straight to the fridge, pulled out the leftovers from last night, and angrily shoved them into the microwave.

“Adira,” Andronikos’ voice called to me, smooth yet sharp enough to
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  • KNIVES AND HEARTSTRINGS   ANDRONIKOS

    Adira would come back.Not because I deserved it or because I begged her to.But because somewhere in that stubborn, fiery heart of hers, she still burned for me.I didn’t need to admit that to anyone else—hell, I barely admitted it to myself—but I knew. She was tied to me, as I was to her. It was like an invisible thread that wrapped tightly around us.So yeah, I'd sent her away. But I also knew I could have her back whenever I wanted. That knowledge, as toxic as it was, also gave me strength.I picked up my phone and dialed."Kace.""Boss," he replied, voice level."Pick her up."There was a pause. "Adira?""Do you think I'd trust anyone else with her?""…No." He laughed. "I'll bring her."I hung up and called Iason.He answered in a lazy voice. "Κύριε?"(Sir?)"Make sure Nefeli never tries the shit she pulled today again."He laughed roughly. "What, throwing herself at you?""Iason," I snarled."Fine, fine." I could hear his smile through the phone. "I'll keep the pest busy. Poor g

  • KNIVES AND HEARTSTRINGS   ADIRA

    The hospital corridors still smelled of bleach and grief and I hated it. The sound of the monitors beeping, the way the doctors avoided our gazes, and the fake smiles they sent our way.Mama was managing, but Papa... not so well.And it gnawed at me."Someone's after him," I muttered as I left his room. "Or me. Or both."Penelope pushed her glasses. "You don't know that.""Well, I can sense it."Pen snorted. "You also sense things every time you try to guess what's in the fridge.""That’s different, Pen.""Ha, well, hospitals mess with your brain," Pen said. "You're losing it.""Am not.""Are too."She slung her arm over my shoulder. "What you need, cousin, is something to take your mind off it.""A nap?""No. New panties."I stopped short. "What?"She smiled, slyly. "New panties heal broken things."I glared at her. "You mean your brain cells?"Pen waved her free hand dismissively. "Semantics. New lace, new attitude. Trust me, it's therapeutic.""Since when is therapy lingerie-based?

  • KNIVES AND HEARTSTRINGS   ANDRONIKOS

    The next day, I had a somewhat unexpected call. My phone rang, showing a name that never failed to exasperate me."Mother.""Andronikos, finally!" Her voice boomed through the line. "Do you really think you're too busy to answer your own mother? I could be dead and you'd not even know."I pinched the bridge of my nose. "You're not dead, Mama.""I may be," she snapped. "Do you ever eat? Sleep? Or do you just brood like your father, work all day and behave like a marble statue?""Mother.""No, don't try to cut me off. I’m serious. You need stability. A wife and children. That is how a man secures his line. Your father married me at twenty-one, Andronikos. Twenty-one! Where is my grandchild? Where is my daughter-in-law? Do you want me to die without—""Ochi pali," I sighed. "This again?”“Yes! This again! You're thirty-eight years old and still, no children, no ring, nothing! If you don't get to it soon, your wife will need a construction crew to raise her hips to give birth.""Mother, p

  • KNIVES AND HEARTSTRINGS   ANDRONIKOS

    Regardless of how much I didn’t want to, I couldn't help but watch over my little flame. Stalking? Maybe. But I'd do anything to protect her… and keep her within my sight.I told myself I had to let her go. That I'd driven her out of my life because she was a risk, a pawn, nothing more than that.But every time I told myself that lie, the truth followed behind like a pesky shadow.I hadn't taken her guards away. She didn't know, but they were still around her. Men in plain clothes were stationed discreetly around the hospital, as well as her apartment, tracking her movements.I told myself it was for her protection. That if she was on her own, without any form of it, she’d get hurt. But I knew deep down that the truth was I couldn’t let her go.That’s why the news of her father's collapse pissed me off.Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t care for the man or her mother.Hell, I'd vowed to inscribe my revenge on his bones someday. But the fact that the drink that was meant to blow a heart

  • KNIVES AND HEARTSTRINGS   ADIRA

    When Pen and I were out, Baba stopped us. "Pen, can I borrow Adira for a bit?""Sure, Uncle. I'll wait outside," she said with a smile, then left.I stepped back, the worry uncoiling once more. "What's wrong?" I asked.He looked at me, his face suddenly sober. “Sit,” he said.We sat on the chairs provided for visitors. Baba folded his hands on his lap. “It’s about the fire problem,” he said without preamble. “Insurance covered a portion of the loss, and the carriers are paying. We’re fine. Mostly.”Relief washed through me, albeit briefly. “So it’s not—”“It's bad," he cut in, taking a sip from the bottle of water he’d gotten me. I wasn’t in the mood to drink anything earlier, so I gave it to him. "But not fatal. You made a mess, Adira, but we'll clean up the rest." His voice was even, and I only wished I could believe him.I tried to swallow the knot in my throat. "Thank you, Baba," I whispered.“It’s not a matter of 'thanks’, Adira,” he replied. “Just… Hope we can get out of this.”

  • KNIVES AND HEARTSTRINGS   ADIRA

    I woke to the muffled scuffle of shoes and the antiseptic hum of the ward.For a moment, I wasn't sure where I was, then the bed creaked beneath me and reality seeped back like an unwelcome tide.I was by myself on the bed Baba had insisted they give us, with a thin blanket folded beneath my knees. Pen's scarf was crumpled beside me, and my hair smelled faintly of hospital soap and the tears of the previous night.“Have you seen my father?" I asked the nurse the moment she turned to me, my voice small and raspy.She had on the professional, tired smile that nurses wear. "He's in there, dear. With your mom. She's awake. The doctor wanted her to rest a bit before visitors could come, but he—" she hesitated, glancing at my face, "—he's fine. You look tired. You should try to rest.""I—no—" I sat up. "Is he okay? Is Mama okay?""He's with her now," she said again, softly. "You can go in for a few minutes. But please be quiet. She needs quiet right now."I nodded, climbed off the cot, and

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