เข้าสู่ระบบKyra
I was back at the mansion, four hours earlier than expected, and I confess I had more time to organize certain things. While sorting through some documents, I remembered Julie and how fragile she was. And since I arrived here, that was the first time I saw Liam being gentle with his daughter. After paying the apartment fee—already furnished, by a miracle—I looked at my account balance and still had more than three thousand dollars. Which meant I could pay little by little, buy new clothes, and save to get by until payday. I took the opportunity to go out again. The feeling of being followed was bothering me more than I liked. I looked back and saw no one. The street wasn’t deserted, because I always avoid those types of places; empty, dark, and with no exit. He could be anywhere, hunting me as if I were a fugitive. I entered the first store I saw, pretended interest in a dress, and noticed a man passing by, scanning the surroundings. My body froze; I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to come after me. "Good afternoon, miss. Did you like anything? We have some dresses, shoes, anything you want." I observed the place calmly and realized I had entered the right store. A thrift shop, better than I expected. There were shoes, dresses, pants, and more… new, at a great price. With the clerk’s help, I chose some long dresses, jeans, sweaters, and coats—lots of coats. Some sneakers, a pair of heels, and two bags. Also a backpack and an umbrella. This cost me only $400. Before leaving, I noticed hidden behind the counter, they sold knives, daggers, pepper spray, stun guns, and the like… It wasn’t hard to buy a stun gun, pepper spray, and a knife, totaling $75. I didn’t stop following my path. Finally, the man had disappeared from my sight. I entered another store just to buy lingerie, panties, and perfume. I love to smell good and dress well. I arrived around 3:20 PM, but before I could react, I realized they were already back. Julie ran to hug me when she saw me, while her father remained rigid. "I’ll put it upstairs until I leave. I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Blackthorne." Liam She was testing me. Every time she dared to call me Mr. Blackthorne, my blood boiled, and I wanted to react. But how? My daughter was always nearby. "You know you can come back whenever you want, Miss Lystem." She wanted to play, and maybe I was up for some distraction. "By the way, I’d like to know if you could sleep here tonight. I have a last-minute commitment." "Of course." She didn’t look at me, pretending I wasn’t even there. "Make yourself comfortable, please." I whispered in her ear as I passed by, noticing her body shiver. "I don’t want you to feel like a stranger. Here, you are not." "Stranger… because I clearly remember otherwise. But let’s not go back to that subject, Mr. Blackthorne. Please. I appreciate your hospitality, but I’ll decline. Unless it’s necessary." "As you wish, miss!" "Oh, and I didn’t accept that money as an apology. I’ll pay every cent to you." Before I could respond, she turned her back and hurried up to "her" room. "Dad, why didn’t Kyra come with us?" "Because she had to take care of an urgent matter. But I promise that next time she will go with us." My Julie was radiant, although seeing her every day reminded me that I was looking at a mirror of her mother. I confess Kyra is doing much better than I imagined. "Can she have dinner with me today?" Her bright eyes looked at me, the sudden silence waiting only for a positive answer. "Of course, if she agrees." A few minutes later, Kyra was preparing Julie for dinner. I heard them talking through the half-open door. "Kyra, why do you never have dinner with us? Why don’t you sleep here anymore?" I smiled, realizing my daughter had the freedom I wished for. "Because now I have a house, small. And I always have dinner with you, every day." So that was it… she hadn’t had a place to sleep for how long? I wondered silently, watching her comb Julie’s hair. "But I’m talking about you having dinner with us. Are you leaving, Kyra?" Kyra looked into her eyes, smiled, and replied with the purest sincerity I’ve ever seen. "Not now. That means I’ll have plenty of time for you. And guess what? Tonight we’ll sleep together. I’ll tell you many stories I’ve learned just for you." The persistent vibration of the phone snapped me out of my trance and brought me back to where my attention should be. It was Jovin, one of the shareholders already in the office. "Where are you, man? The meeting will start in a few minutes. And we can’t start without you." The message came fast, along with his incessant calls. But I’m the owner, and they can’t start without me. It was almost 7 PM, and I was more than late. I couldn’t find the car keys, until Kyra appeared suddenly. "Julie just fell asleep." She said without looking directly at me. "Help me find my keys, please." And like magic, she found them in less than a minute. Handing them to me, she looked at me as if challenging herself. "You are more essential than I’d like to admit, Miss Lystem." "I’ll take that as a compliment." With nothing else to say, I headed straight to the room where the magnates waited for me. But for me, I would have stayed home just observing their movements. Because this woman… she is driving me crazy without knowing it, or maybe she does, and she likes to play with danger.LiamThe wind that night was merciless. Icy, it cut the skin like tiny invisible blades. The veranda was perfect — candles flickering, the stars displayed as if they were here just for me and for her. But when I looked at Kyra, I noticed the mistake: the thin pajama, almost transparent under the yellow light, revealed that she was trembling slightly, trying to hide it.She never asks for anything. Never complains. Prefers to suffer in silence, as if she has no right to truly exist. That eats at me more than I'd like to admit. Because deep down, I wanted her to be stone, not glass.I stood up without much thought, walked to the living room and brought a gray wool blanket. I placed it over her shoulders without asking permission. The gesture was simple, but intimate. More intimate than I should allow. But I confess I liked it."I don't want you freezing while we talk." My hands brushed her arms as I adjusted the blanket. The shiver that ran through her body wasn't just from the cold. I
KyraIt wasn’t that late yet. It was past 7:37 PM when I arrived. I noticed there was more than ordinary organization. I thought — he must be waiting for someone — and I didn’t want to disturb. I was going to go up without making noise, but he saw me first. He looked handsome... dressed without all that formality and with the appearance of someone who is fine.While everything in me seemed delayed. It’s a feeling that we need to get everything done in one day, but I can’t do that, and this inability is killing me. Whenever I can, I have to ignore him.Now that Marcos already knows where I am, it won’t be hard to ruin my life again — and now it’s much easier, due to the intimacy with Liam — which left me even more anxious and not knowing what to do.I unpacked my backpack and some bags I had brought. They were books and some keepsakes I had from my only friend, who unfortunately is gone. They were things I intended to take with me, because they were what I needed to move forward. After
LiamThe day took forever to pass. The hours seemed to have stopped, only to remind me that I had been a big idiot once again. I bitterly regretted it. And I have no idea how to deal with this feeling that is consuming me. I haven’t known how to do this since I got involved with Ana. She is different. She seems too fragile, the opposite of my ex-wife.Julie woke up, ate, and went back to sleep. This time, in her room. It was still late, the sun coming through the cracks of the windows, illuminating the whole room.I took the chance to go through some pending reports. Selena was driving me crazy, and to avoid doing something stupid, I preferred to solve things at home until Julie got better.I opened the laptop on the email tab and there was everything I should be focusing on, but how? How can I do that if my thoughts turn to Kyra every single moment?I thought about calling. Sending some message, but I preferred not to do any of that. She needed time and so did I. I need time to do so
KyraJulie woke up around 8 a.m. Her ballet class started at 9 a.m., but it seemed that someone woke up feverish. She didn’t get out of bed, remained drowsy, and had difficulty breathing. I remembered the rules, the room, and the possible asthma attacks.I panicked. But I couldn’t falter, not now."Julie, my love. How are you feeling?" — I couldn’t let her be terrified too."I’m tired, Kyra. My head hurts a lot and my eyes too."Then, I began to feel my heart race, and without hesitation, I picked her up in my arms and did what Liam had instructed so many times.The living room smelled like a hospital, her bed was already prepared, with all the devices at her level. Everything precise, well thought out.I laid her down, put the oxygen on as instructed. Measured her blood pressure, her temperature, and on top of everything, medicated her. I called the doctor whose number was scheduled, and to my surprise, he answered in the blink of an eye:"Good morning. What does little Julie present
LiamI spent the night reviewing some charts. I like to leave everything in order, with no pending issues. The last glass of wine and I had also finished my work for today. I put on a t-shirt and called Kyra, I missed my daughter.She answered on the second ring, always so precise. Her voice so sweet, made me aroused without effort. And the best was yet to come:"Mr. Blackthorne, good evening." — She spoke like a whore. As if she was testing me, until I lose my self-control."Good evening, Kyra. How are things over there? How is Julie?""She’s sleeping." — There was silence between us, for a few seconds she seemed not to be there. "I want to apologize for what happened today. I should have paid more attention.""It wasn’t your fault. They let her pass through the gates, even knowing the rules…"I want to punish her, but she doesn’t give me obvious reasons, and I am running out of patience. She does everything perfectly right and my daughter loves her company. She gives me no sign that
KyraI woke up to the alarm ringing, like a reminder that from now on my life would be even more hectic. It was Thursday, one of the days Julie has class. After dropping her off at school, I stopped by my apartment to grab some personal things and then came across the following message:"Missed me? I see you’re living a better life… but since I know you have a good memory, you must remember who you belong to." Bastard!I wanted to scream, disappear, and even find a way to get rid of him, but how? He ruined my life. My dignity and everything I could have been…"Kyra?" — My neighbor’s voice pulled me out of my trance, and I was grateful for that. "Sorry to bother you, but there’s a young man looking for you, since last night."I opened the door and came face to face with Rose. The neighbor from apartment 02, a middle-aged lady who was more of a supervisor than a neighbor."Thank you, Mrs. Rose, for letting me know. Would you happen to know how many times this man came? And what he looks







