All Chapters of The Untypical Marriage: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ADRIAN’S POVThey tried to kill me.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and shut my eyes, trying to soothe the sea of rage flooding my mind.Romano was down… but what was the pattern?Before today, the attacks had been surrounding the business—like someone wanted to crumble my empire and erode my family’s influence. But today, I was targeted.Fuck. This makes no fucking sense. None of this makes sense.Oliver said it was a member of my family.After the cyanide incident, I hired a covert branch of an intelligence agency, International Mercenaries. Off-the-books, black-budget ghosts who owed me favors… and some, their lives.It was clear I didn't know who to trust, so they secretly infiltrated my world, my companies, even my father’s business and Dylans so-called clubs. They moved like shadows… posing as delivery men, maids, cleaners, clients.No one knew.They tracked everything, calls, movements, shifts in behavior. But aside from a few petty thefts, there was nothing. Nothing

KIRA’S POVThe rays from the sun were my not-so-silent alarm… The gentle but pinching feel on my skin stirred me awake, and I shifted away from the light, moving onto the side of the bed where I presumed the sun hadn’t gotten to.My hand comes in contact with something. Moving my hands around, it turns out to be someone.Wait, don’t tell me—I slowly pop my eyes open and stare at Adrian, peacefully asleep before me. He actually slept in my bed.“He ended up sleeping,” I scoffed.“So much for a bed timeframe,” I chuckled.My eyes slowly roamed his face, examining the features.What Antonio had said after Adrian the other day rang in my head. “What must have happened that cost him his trust in people?” I whisper, sitting up.I really wanted to know why he was like this…why he was Adrian.Why everyone was scared of him, and why he refused to open up to anyone.He was like a hard nut to crack, and I was running out of ideas to crack him open.My hand brushes over his body in an attempt to

KIRA’S POV“You bought the bookstore??” I asked, turning to Adrian. “For me??”“I don’t want your clumsy hands messing up my archives in the penthouse,” he said with no emotion whatsoever.I scoffed, “Please. I wouldn’t touch your boring brown books even if I was bored to death. You don’t have to buy a whole bookstore to keep me away.”Adrian leaned lazily on the counter, staring intently at me in amusement. “Said the girl who spent half a million just to get my attention. How am I supposed to trust that now you know about my collection, you won’t attack it on your next rant or tantrum?”Low blow.“you might be right,” I muttered, brushing my hair behind my ear. “But just so you know, buying me an entire bookstore wouldn't protect your boring books, It’s excessive,” I said but he just shrugged like it meant nothing, casually twirling the car keys in his hand.Was he really being serious right now?Realizing he had no intention of continuing our conversation, I turned back to the store

Kira’s POVThis is bad.This is really bad.My mind raced as I stared at myself in the large bathroom mirror, my reflection looking just as wrecked as I felt. My hair was a tangled mess, my eyes were swollen, and every inch of my body ached… especially between my thighs, though that ache had a dangerous, shameful satisfaction to it.The last twenty-four hours felt like a fever dream. A really unhinged, crazy, what-the-hell-was-I-thinking kind of dream. If I went to a neurologist right now, I wouldn’t be shocked if they diagnosed me with brain damage. That would at least explain my behavior.I tried to push the thought away as I grabbed the hairbrush and began working through the knots on my head, but my reflection wouldn’t let me off so easily. The moment I glanced back at the mirror, everything from last night came crashing back… like a broken dam flooding over the walls I’d tried to build.The way I’d begged. The way I’d clung to him, desperate and unhinged, drowning in pleasure, an

Kira’s POV“Do you have any prior experience in waitressing?”That question glared back at me from the laptop screen, and I groaned out loud, slumping further into my seat. Tears threatened to spill, but I blinked rapidly, refusing to cry over a stupid job application. So far, I had ticked “no” on every requirement, and honestly, my chances of getting hired were about one in a million. Heck, if I were the one hiring, I wouldn’t even hire me.With a sigh, I shoved the laptop aside and dropped my head onto the table, feeling a wave of depression. Think, Kira, think. I had to do this on my own. I needed to. I didn’t need him.But wow… I didn’t realize just how inexperienced I really was.What was I doing? Job hunting.I’m job hunting. That’s right. After my oh-so-pleasant confrontation with He Who Shall Not Be Named in the kitchen, I’d come back to my room fully intending to cry again. But I didn’t. Gone were the days when I wasted tears on that emotionally