Todos os capítulos de The Untypical Marriage: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

KIRA’S POVAdrian was slumped back in a chair, his chest red with blood.A table sat in front of him, completely stained red, with bandages soaked through and scattered across the surface. Books, papers, pens, and files lay in a mess on the floor, like he had shoved everything away in anger. An iron first-aid box sat open on the table, but all the instruments inside were soiled.My feet felt frozen to the ground as I stared at his bare chest. His lower abdomen was bruised, an ugly shade of pink like he had been punched or hit—but his chest… His chest was still bleeding, blood covering almost every inch of his tattooed body.The room was a vast, sophisticated study, much like the one he had in the mansion. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound volumes and neatly arranged files. A sleek mahogany desk stood in the center—now ruined with blood and medical supplies. One side of the room was all glass, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. The blind

KIRA’S POV"Kira, you need to sew him up, or the wound’s gonna get infected again. You have to do it."“I can’t do it, Antonio. I can’t stitch him up. What if I bleed a vein or worse—what if I do something wrong and hurt him? Or worse case scenario, kill him?” My voice trembled as I ran my hands through my hair. The room was cold, but I felt unbearably hot, my exhaustion pressing down on me like a heavyweight.“I’ll walk you through the process,” Antonio said, his tone steady. “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you every step of the way. But you need to stitch him up and bandage him. And it's just like you said. The bullet wound is taken care of, so you don’t have to worry about hurting him.” He let out a dry chuckle. “The guy pulled two bloody bullets out of himself and stitched it up without any help. If the knife wound wasn’t infected, he probably would’ve done the same. No biggie.”No biggie? My stomach twisted. God, these men were brutal. The men in my father’s house back in America were

KIRA’S POV“Black, then. You have ten minutes,” he said, glancing at his black watch before walking back into the closet. I followed behind him.“Why do I have to wear a blue dress?” I asked, not asking the bigger question—why I had to follow him on this death lunch, why he was willingly sitting down with a man who wanted to kill him, and how he could be so sure that said man wasn't going to try and finish the job and kill me too for the fun of it. My mind reeled with unanswered questions, I already knew he wouldn’t answer.“It’s his favorite color.”I scoffed. “And why exactly do I have to wear his favorite color? Are you trying to pimp me out to him?”“I doubt you're his type, now as much as I would love to get into back-and-forth questions with you, I just took a a medically insane bottle of Painkillers I need to get through this lunch before the effects fucking wears off so you have five minutes,” he said massaging slowly massaging his hand as he walked out of the room, I knew it

KIRA’S POVThe dress looks absolutely breathtaking on you, Ma’am,” Emma, the stylist and makeup artist, remarked as she tied the ends of the dress.The dress was a floor-length purple gown, strapless, hugging my curves in all the right places. It was backless, except for the delicate straps that formed a zigzag and were tied just above my waist. I stood staring at myself in the mirror.She was right—I did look breathtaking. My dark hair cascaded down my shoulders, and my silver jewelry made me look somewhat like royalty. If only I felt as good as I looked.Today was… well, you probably guessed it…Dylan and Kayla’s engagement dinner. And I was dreading the event.It had been two days since my kiss with Adrian, and one thing was painfully clear: Adrian Vasillios wished it had never happened.Why do I say that? Well, because he had gone out of his way to avoid me. He left before I woke up, and when he was around, he locked himself in his study. No sarcastic remarks. No tension-laced bant

KIRA'S POVWe all waited until barely a minute later Dylan finally appeared with another man, offering a smooth apology for his absence. He claimed he had to take care of some things…and I knew exactly what those ‘things’ were. My stomach twisted as I watched him move over to Kayla, and kiss her forehead as he slid an arm around Kayla’s waist like he hadn’t just been with someone else.After the toast, Dylan stepped into the center of the room, his voice dripping with charm as he professed his undying love for Kayla. He went on about how excited he was to spend forever with her, how she was the love of his life, and blah, blah, blah.I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to stay quiet. Liar.In the middle of his speech, I noticed his eyes scanning across the room… until it landed on mine. A small, mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, taunting me. Mocking me. And even while doing that, he didn’t miss a beat, as he effortlessly told his perfect little love story to everyone