เข้าสู่ระบบKIRAS POVA Week Later“Stretch it once more,” the nurse said.I took a deep breath and stretched my leg again. The feeling was still wobbly, the joints between my knees were still a little sore, like new paper being bent for the first time, but I obeyed.“Do we have to?” I muttered, glancing at Adrian, who was lounging against the doorframe with that infuriating amused smile plastered on his face. “Isn’t there a better position for this?”If I’d known today’s session meant lying awkwardly on a hospital stretcher, I’d have worn something more decent, not this short plain dress that hugged all the wrong curves.Adrian stood at the edge of the room, leaning against the doorframe with a whiskey glass in hand. From that angle, he was perfectly positioned to have a full view of my backside and my pink panties.“I’m sure there’s a better position for this,” I repeated, narrowing my eyes at him, stretching again as the nurse instructed.“On the contrary,” he said smoothly, that teasing lilt
KIRAS POVRomano stood in front of me, dressed in casual clothes. His overgrown hair was tied back in a messy bun, and his wounded face looked freshly tended to. He was holding a slushie, a burger tucked under his arm. Both his arms were wrapped in black bandages… covering up his missing fingers.What is going on?My heart plummeted. I lifted my flashlight, scanning the walls, the shadows. Had I somehow connected this passage to the basement? No… the catacombs were nowhere near Romano’s prison.So… how did he get out and what was he doing here?“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice cracking.He took a slow sip of his slushie before answering. “Oh, you look rougher than they described,” he said, like this was completely normal, me seeing him in the secret passageway that was only meant for members of the Vasilios family. They? My stomach twisted. “Who is they?”“I mean it, Romano. What are you doing here?” I repeated, firmer this time.He stared at me for a millisecond, a long
KIRAS POVThe sharp sound of the curtains being drawn open stirred me awake as sunlight rested on my face.“Mhhm…” I groaned, trying to turn to the other side, only for pain to shoot through my body. A dull ache spread across my ribs, and I let out another groan, blinking against the light until the room finally came into focus.I stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling exactly how I looked.“Good morning, dear,” Aunty Linda’s voice sounded, followed by some shuffling. Weird. Adrian never let anyone into the room. It was either that or the maids were too scared to come in. I turned to her lazily, blinking away the remnants of sleep.“If I’d left you any longer, you’d have slept through the whole day,” “What time is it?” I croaked.“Almost noon,” she replied, and as she pulled the blanket off me in a dash, her eyes widened. “Oh, look at you!” she gasped, covering her mouth. “You’re always in such a rush… now look at how badly you’ve injured yourself.”I scoffed softly, not ready for th
KIRAS POVDylan shot me.The entire room went radio silent. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact. It's ironic that there was once a time I would have willingly given my life for Dylan.‘Dumb bitch.’ My inner voice probed.A loud groan ripped through the room. Wait… my voice wasn't that deep. It wasn't mine… My eyes snapped open to see Dylan on the floor, clutching his hand, blood trickling between his fingers as he groaned through his teeth.“What the hell—?” I turned to Adrian instinctively, but from my level, I could see his gun still holstered. He just stood there with a dark smirk curving his lips, relishing the moment.The sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway. I looked in the direction the bullet had come from to see Enzo, Romeo's brother, standing against the doorframe, with a revolver in his hand, smoke curling from the barrel.I hadn’t seen him around the mansion in weeks.What was he doing here?"Lorenzo, what have you done?" Gianna shrieke
KIRA’S POVShe screamed, and he rushed to her like a knight in shining armor. Honestly, if it weren’t for the guilt eating me alive, I would have been amused… so amused by the mediocrity of Dylan. The way he acted, as if he were the perfect husband. When he wasn't even faithful to her. But still, even with all that, he looked excited to be a father.And I took that away from him.The guilt burned through me again. I just stared down, lost in my thoughts, until I heard her voice slice through the air.“What’s she doing here? I thought you said she wasn’t gonna be back here,” Kayla snapped.“Kayla, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. It was an accident, I swear to you, it was an accident—”“Shut up! That’s a lie! Liar! She’s lying! She did it deliberately!”“No, I didn’t!” I said, forcing myself to stand my ground. My voice didn’t even shake. For some strange reason, I wasn’t crying. “Ask Gia, Gia was there! I didn’t mean to! I slipped and fell. I didn’t even know I hit you. I’m really sorry,
KIRA’S POV“She lost the baby,” I whispered again, my body trembling. “Oh my God… I didn’… I didn’t mean to…” “Then stop acting like you did.” He spat, “You said it yourself, why the hell would you want to push her down and drag yourself down with her? That’s fucking stupid.” He scoffed, like he was annoyed he even had to say it.But I couldn’t process his words. My head was buzzing as guilt clawed at me.Kayla lost a child. And it was all my fault.I would never wish something this cruel on her.I stared at my legs until Adrian’s hand landed heavily on my shoulder, grounding me.“You’re shaking. Cut it out,” he muttered.“Whatever this is, stop,” he repeated, and I froze, becoming more aware of the chills running through my veins. I hadn’t even realized I was shaking, but I couldn’t stop. Tears scalded my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.“Enough,” he said once more, then he let go of me.“That child was doomed from the get-go,” he said flatly. Like that was supposed to make me feel l







