All Chapters of I STOLE MY SISTER'S FIANCE: A CEO! : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.All I could do was stare at the words inscribed in the note, my body filled with a false sense of calm as I tried calculating the possibility of my escaping this. Cassia, on the other hand, was straight up panicking, heavy breathing, biting her nails, and all. “What are we going to do….Kirill…what the hell are we going to do?”I didn’t answer…I couldn't answer. I was still trying to think. My mind didn’t shut them out; I felt as though I didn’t have that luxury. So instead, I just tried to think. Viktor walked over to her and pulled her in a tight hug while whispering soothing words in her ears. It didn’t work because the next thing I knew, she was yelling, hoisting me from my thoughts.“Kirill! Are you seriously just going to stand there and do nothing? We need to find a way to...”“Don’t you think I know that?!” I yelled back and instantly regretted it. Closing my eyes momentarily, I tried to rein in the anger and worry so I could at least be civil. “The Cree

KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.I couldn’t stop the tremor in my hands. Even though I tried drinking it away, nothing got rid of the fear gripping my heart in a vice. Summer…my wife….she could have gotten hurt, or worse….because I know the Creed, and they don’t make empty threats.She slept soundly in my bed, her arms wrapped around the pillow I kept beside her to act as an illusion of my presence. I couldn’t sleep…not just because of this, but also because I was never able to. The second I started working at the Creed, it was like the universe needed a way to fuck me over for my multiple murders, so they gave me a life without any more sleep.The only ones I would get were when my body crashed under exhaustion after days of working without sleeping a wink; I’d grown used to it. My mind replays the sight I found my wife in earlier. Scared, disheveled, terrified…trembling…..she’d been crying……Before I knew it, the glass flew out of my hands and crashed against the wall in one swift throw. I

KIRIL’S POINT OF VIEW.Watching her from the corner of my eye while I tried so hard not to crash us was a struggle. It wasn’t because I couldn’t fly the copter, but rather because I had never seen someone with such exquisite beauty as hers. My illness was far more complex than my sister knew or understood… and I wanted to keep it that way.Having to memorize the events of the previous day, after writing them in one of my journals for the past three years, proved to be a struggle, but I found a way to adapt quickly. If I didn’t write everything in perfect detail, I would risk being caught and probably lose my company.So I would draw the faces of everyone I knew and had a relationship with, their portraits hung in a secret compartment inside my office, no one except myself and my robot knew about. If I had married Sophia, I would have had to keep doing the same thing for her.But there was something about my wife… the second I laid eyes on her, my brain registered that something was wr

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.“Again!” Kirill yelled, and everyone groaned with frustration. He’d been to the game ten times already, and he hadn’t won. But for some reason, my husband was competitive. Bryan glared at my husband, who didn’t back down with a glare of his own.“Listen…you have been at this ten times already. I get that you have money, but let others have a turn. Accept your loss, and move along.”“No.” Kirill hissed. “My wife wants that teddy bear, so I won't stop until I get it.” He dropped another hundred-dollar bill on the counter, cracked his knuckles, and nodded his head at Bryan. The latter grumbled, snatched the bill, and spun the wheel again. My eyes were wide as I watched the wheel spin for what felt like hours; the anticipation building in the air as everyone watched with rapt attention. I pulled tighter at my husband’s coat, hugging it to my body against the cold until the wheel slowed down, the mark got closer to the jackpot section…until all of a sudden, someth

KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.I kissed a picture of Summer quietly, before tucking it back into my pocket. I was dressed in all black gear, my sniper rifle ready to fire the second my target walked out of his estate, and before he could enter his bulletproof limousine. For the first time in my life, I wished I believed in something. I never prayed, but even as I went on my knees, stared at the sky with a mumble on my lips, I wished for the safety of all those connected to me, especially Summer.“Sir, the target is expected to approach the marked line in about five minutes. “Thoman reported from his undercover spot as one Richard, the target’s security detail. With that information, I didn’t waste a moment. I rose to my feet, cocked the rifle, and held my breath for the fleeting second Richard would pass.For a fleeting second, I allowed myself a moment of reprieve, and I closed my eyes so I could think clearly, but as if she was some ghost haunting me, the second my eyes fluttered closed, I