LauraThe words hung heavy in the air like a dense fog. “B+”- Kaida’s blood group.Impossible!Copper exploded in my mouth from the force of my clench. I wasn't dreaming. It was real. My world was intact, my lie was unscathed. He lied. Lucian lied. I had thought of ending us both, before he makes anything of the truth. Grab the wire, flip the change-over and fry us dead, along with the secret. The perfect last-minute plan. Little did I know I wasn't the only truth thief. Lucian McCall: Kai’s childhood friend. The most noble man I knew, who saved lives for a living. Now he just killed years of trust without even blinking. Why did he lie? Did he suspect something was off? Moreover, I wasn't expecting it to be so… easy. “Laura, how many pints are we talking about?” Lucian echoed through the speaker. “Was Kaida badly injured? Kevin’s current stats don't allow for a blood transfer; his chances of anemia are high. Hello?”Kai stared silently, a plethora of emotions swimming in his
LauraNothing was hidden under the sun, right? But I vowed to take that sun to the grave, if it meant keeping my secret from the eyes of the world. A secret I had morphed into a lie. A lie I repeated to myself every day that has now lost its value of deception, and tastes like the truth. A twisted truth which has become the norm— Kaida was Kevin's father.Being a truth thief for five years kept me moving through ink and scar. Now the owner had come to collect his debt. I'd throw myself off a cliff before I share what's mine. Kai's hands roamed through the entirety of Kevin’s face, his grip hungry and gentle, like he couldn't get enough of him. My eyes landed on Tommy, sitting from away, and tapping on his phone. He caused this. First, cutting my chances of getting answers. And now, pushing my darkest secrets to the forefront. Rage zapped through me in megawatts, high enough to power this entire city.I moved, fists clenched. Not if I light up the f**ker first.“Your anger is
LauraEvery step toward the door steamed with nostalgia and vengeance, the murderous thoughts louder than my heels. I stood in front of Kai’s office, watching the jezebel of a sister being yelled at by Kai— nonsense. If I had my way, she’d be six feet, rotting with maggots, and burning in the depths of hell. But that was the problem, I couldn't, and for a swift second, I hated my parents for birthing this parasite. Because as much as I wanted to hate her, the stupid bond tethering us as sisters had me feeling nothing. No hate, no love, just a title— Sister. She poisoned me, they both scarred me, yet my soul chose Kai as its prey. Swirling him in ink, and drowning her in memories of family dinners, shared rooms, and girlish secrets. “Lulu, Leila’s your sister, and you’d do well never to forget that. In dark or light, promise me,” were my father’s last words, and deceased or not, I’d always honor it.Now she was at my mercy, and my way of revenge was fishing out my phone and callin
Kai My thumb hovered over Laura’s number, the unease rising in my chest like a poisonous syrup. I peered through my window for god knows how many times, fighting the urge to click the call button. Damnit! She’d eat a live wire before talking to me after that stupid cosplay last night. Kaida wasn't picking up my calls, Lucian and Aria were in the middle of a testicular surgery, and I felt like bashing my skull for not collecting the red-haired nanny’s number. Dumbass, Kai. It was just smile and flirt, and you could have gotten leads. F**k no! Laura was there, how could I? She was quick to judgment, and I had done enough for one day. I couldn't die of a panic attack, not now, because that would be cheating. I was hers to kill, only hers, and I'd better get my shit together before letting one loser fear take that away from her. Adjusting my glasses, I shoved my chair back aggressively, pacing back and forth in my office. F**k, Laura! Where the hell are you? Your psycho nerd
KaidaThe patient dog eats the fastest bone— the perfect summary of my wonderful life. I wiggled my brows, euphoria dancing in my bones, as I stared proudly in the mirror, adjusting my tie. Five depraved years? It was worth the wait. The hunger, frustration and anger from yesterday, all shredded out in the space of one night. One unbelievable night. The way she moved, clutching onto me, and basking in the glory of my dark side, f**king divine. The thread of “Kaida’s” falling from her lips like a siren drawing me to her soul. God! Call me, baby, I'd gladly drown in your ocean.It wasn’t just about raw intimacy; it was more about feeling complete. Knowing I have something to live for, to die for, without bothering about a third-party ex-husband throwing shades for a second chance, or my insecurities when she mingled with other men. It's being proud, confident, and lucky that Laura Crawford was mine. Only mine, till death do us part.I slid open the drawer, taking out my cologne, an
LauraRumours had it that Kaida Crawford was a dragon, ruthless and burning the business world in his flames. One world from him, and your world turns to ash. That’s where they all had it wrong, because a dragon only spat fire, and wasn’t capable of breaking a soul— only a God could.Kaida Crawford was that God. He moved in a body, like he owns it, knows it and wants it, and unfortunately for me, I was defiant enough to dare him, now he was hell bent on putting me in my place. The moonlight filtered through the open balcony, coating us in a dim ethereal blue, as my loud moans washed into the night air. I couldn't feel my body or my soul, only his desperate acts of anger wrapped in ecstasy.“You promised you won't scream. Hmm, why now?” he rolled back his hips, slamming into me at a wild pace. I yelped, the pleasure cutting deeper than the pain, as his heavy breath rained on my skin. “Do you feel me, Wifey? Am I better than him? Does my scar hurt deeper than his?” he rasped, punctuat