All Chapters of Married To The Billionaire Flirt : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kira POV “Are you sure he’s going to be fine?” I asked, sitting quietly as Mrs. Bills spoke with the doctor who’d just stepped out of Dylan’s ward. “Of course, ma’am,” the doctor replied with a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing serious. He should wake up any moment now.” I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until a huge sigh of relief escaped my lips. God... I had been scared to death this morning when I found him lying unconscious. No movement. No sound. Nothing. I didn’t hesitate before screaming the house down and alerting the rest of the family. We rushed him straight to the hospital. Sure, Dylan can be a flirtatious jerk but if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I’m not ready to lose him. I mean, damn, I haven’t even gotten the chance to experience this whole marriage life thing yet. Becoming a widow now? Absolutely not. “But what exactly happened to him?” Mrs. Bills asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. She looked worriedly at the doctor. “I mean, he was perfe

Kira POV Now give me one reason why I shouldn't hate him, I thought as I glared heatedly at him. "You seriously don't expect me to answer that, do you?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him. He only smirked in return. "Come on, wife, tell me. I know you once had a boyfriend, and I'm guessing you guys must have... yunno," he winked knowingly, and I scowled, irritated by his words. "Can you just stop talking rubbish already? Honestly, it disgusts me." "C'mon, admit it..." "I said stop talking rubbish, Dylan!" I yelled as I managed to wriggle free from his grip. "You've been doing nothing but pissing me off greatly today! What the hell is your deal?!" I screeched, glaring at him. He grinned that sickening grin of his the one that always made my stomach turn. "Isn't it obvious? I like you more when you're angry..." My glare sharpened as I stylishly took off my flip-flop. "What did you just say?" I raised the flip-flop threateningly, and his eyes widened as he took a few steps back

Kira POV But of course I wasn't letting go. Not until I show him a full preview of what madness looks like "Hey! You! Let go of my brother’s hair, you crazy lady! F**k—get your hands off him!" The lady besides him suddenly screamed. I turned to her, smirking. She was trying to pull him out of my grip too, but I wasn’t letting go. Not today. "You wanna see what real craziness looks like? Huh? You sure you’re ready for it?" I asked with a wild smirk, watching her scowl. "Look, I don’t know what bullsh*t you’re on, but just let him go!" she snapped. I finally released the bastard. but not before slamming his head twice against the steering wheel. Bang! Bang! Blood dripped down his forehead as he yelped in pain. "Hey, you piece of trash—" he started to bark, but then... BOOM! The car suddenly sagged beneath them, the tyres hissing like a dying snake. I stepped back, waving the sharp nail I’d used to puncture their tyres at them a twisted grin curling on my face. "Now let’s se

Kira's POV My heart dropped instantly and I felt it picked pace in my chest. Slowly yes painstakingly slowly I turned to look and indeed it was my bag. My eyes dimmed. 'Oh my... I stared in horror, shock, surprise, and disbelief, flooding my veins. How… how is that even possible? Of all places, but my bag? "So it was Kira?!" someone suddenly cried out from the crowd. Immediately, every pair of eyes turned to me. Some of the already cleared workers had come back. Customers too. As expected, whispers and murmurs exploded like wildfire. 🗣️ "Wait, she’s the thief?" 🗣️ "I thought she was one of Madam Kim’s most trusted workers!" 🗣️ "How could she do something like that?" 🗣️ "She looks so innocent though…" 🗣️ "I still can't believe this!" 🗣️ "But she looks so innocent—I don’t think she’s capable of doing such a thing!" 🗣️ "Damn that angelic face! I’m telling you, there’s a really crazy lady in there." 🗣️ "Yeah, well... remember, we don’t judge a boo

Kira POV By the time I got outside, Dylan was already waiting for me in his Bentley. “So tell me,” I said as I got into the passenger seat beside him, “how the hell did you find out about it?” He scoffed under his breath and swerved the car out of the premises without answering. “C’mon, tell me—” “Yunno, before anything else,” he cut in sharply, “I was actually expecting a thank you.” I scoffed. “Why should I thank you? You did nothing I couldn’t have done for myself. It’s not like you saved me from death or something.” I knew it was rude of me not to appreciate him. If not for Dylan, Madam Kim would’ve happily shipped me off to prison. But hell call it pride or whatever you see that ‘thank you’? I just couldn’t get it past my lips. “Darn it,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Should’ve known helping your ungrateful ass was a mistake.” I rolled my eyes. “Your loss, sweetheart. ‘Cause I don’t recall asking for your help either.” He glanced at me briefly, then returned his focus