All Chapters of The Untypical Marriage: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Author’s Note:Let’s all collectively agree to forget that Kira was supposed to be wearing a cast in previous chapters 😭😭 Thank you.Kira’s POVTwo days later“What about this one?” I asked, tracing lazy patterns over a tattoo shaped like a knife wrapped in rosary beads on his chest. I listened to the sound of his slow, structured heartbeat, focusing on one of the few things I knew about Adrian; his breathing was always controlled. One harsh inhale after the other.I stared, admiring the artwork that was his body. I was beyond exhausted. Spent… past spent. My legs felt like jelly, and the only thing I could feel down there was the remnant of Adrian… his seed still spilling down my thighs.“That’s always to remind myself that there was once a time I believed in the man above.”I raised my head slightly from his chest, my eyes drifting to the flexed arm beneath his head.“What about now?” I asked, puzzled.With his other hand, he twirled strands of my hair around his fingers, raising

KIRA’S POV.The air shifted. The nurse's hands trembled.“No,” I said immediately. “She stays.”“Get out.”But his tone had already changed; it was no longer playful. He still wasn’t looking at me.The metal tools slipped from her fingers again, scattering across the floor. She didn’t even try to retrieve them. Just whispered something that might’ve been an apology and fled, the door slamming behind her.I shoved back from the chair. “What the hell is wrong with you?”No answer. Then, he moved fast, fisting in my shirt, yanking me forward until I was perched on the chair’s edge, off balance, my thighs pressed hard against the frame.“Ow—” I hissed, biting back the sting.“What’s your problem, Lorenzo?” I snapped.“You,” he said instantly. “You’re my fucking problem.” His breath was warm against my skin, and I hated how my body betrayed me despite my anger.I shoved back, slowly pushing my hands against the chair to create space, arching my back to escape the suffocating proximity. “F

KIRA’S POVA week laterThe normally eerie Vasillios mansion glowed from afar as the car curved around the grandiose fountain. It came to a halt among long lines of sleek, expensive vehicles scattered across the estate. Soft music drifted from within the mansion.Inside, the grand foyer blazed with blinding light. Buff, stone-faced guards lined the hallway in rigid formation, their presence as imposing as the marble beneath our feet.Adrian held my hand as I stepped out of the car. I adjusted my hair, trying to erase the aftereffects of our little car session. Not that I tried very hard to resist… There was no resisting Adrian. I straightened my black, shimmering, backless dress that hugged my curves perfectly. It was a miracle he hadn’t ripped it apart; he tried. My hair was curled into loose perfection, framing my face.I clutched his forearm, more for support than anything else. I needed to hide my post-sex limp until it wore off. Adrian always had a way of turning my legs to jelly

Two Weeks EarlierKira’s POV - “Didn’t we,” Romeo started, pointing lazily at Adrian with a half-eaten breadstick, “meaning you, already tried that?”Adrian nodded once.Antonio exhaled harshly, dragging both hands through his hair. “Yeah. He’s right. It’s not going to work. This is fucking pointless.” He shoved the files across the table. “We have no cards.”****After almost an hour of watching them come up with ideas and Adrian shooting down every one with his usual loopholes, my mind hurt. I looked around the room, feeling like an anthropologist studying a tribe of very well-dressed, very dangerous apes. Adrian was leaning back in his chair, staring into nothingness. Looking at him, you’d think he was relaxed, but I could see his jaw clenching and unclenching, his fists white-knuckled as they flipped a ballpoint pen. The muscles in his neck were corded tight beneath his collar. He was a wire pulled taut, seconds from snapping.Romeo had given up entirely; he was lying back, fe

Kira’s POV“Kerta!” he yelled out again, turning everyone’s attention to us. Killian released my hand at once, adjusting his suit as he’d never touched me. Anatoli’s eyes lit up as he made his way toward us. I was surprised, but relief streamed through me… he’d just saved me from a very uncomfortable situation.“Mr. Lebazanov—”The crowd parted for the loud man in a blue suit. He hadn’t aged since the last time I saw him, but his beard now had gold highlights woven through it. “Oh, none of that, dorogaya,” he said, sweeping me into a crushing, overly familiar hug. “We have shared lunches and help each other. That makes us family, da?” He inhaled deeply against my hair.Gross.I instantly pulled back as gently as I could. I was so done with strange men grabbing me tonight.“Ees nice to see you, Kerta. I miss you. Gorgia miss you too. You should have taken my offer back then, yes?” His thick Russian accent rolled over each word.I nodded, scratching my forearms like it could transport