Kyla #pristin Novels & Stories

“Now tell me. Who are you really? You’re not just an ordinary maid. Neither is Daxton. So who are you?” Sabrina and Chloe looked at Kyla, too. They shared the same curiosity. Kyla smiled silently for a moment. Her expression remained calm and completely unchanged. “I’m sorry, Miss,” she said at last. “Please rest. I will protect you.” Kyla’s words answered nothing. Instead, they only raised more questions. Eirene frowned. “Protect me from whom?” Kyla said nothing more. She nodded once, as if confirming something in her own mind, then turned and left the room.

“ Don’t worry too much Karla ! Kiara is just confused . It is not easy for her to learn such a truth and accept it right away . Cheer up and don’t let it bother you ! “ said Kyla . “ I know.......Thanks Kyla ! “ said Karla with a smile . Kyla also smiled in a warm way then the two of them took another sip of the tea . After drinking that sip , Kyla felt the energy in her body fall rapidly . She started to breathe heavily and her face became even paler . She felt a terrible headache and fell unconscious on the ground . “ Kyla ! Queen Kyla ?!!!! “ said madam Karla who immediately fell on her knees and grabbed her head , holding her upper body up . “ Your Majesty ?!!!! “ said Ina worried .

Myrna said, ′′That's the first reason why he kidnapped me! That was shameless Regan! Let it be, you just call me Kyla." Kyla's answer is good to them and the three of them nods, They immediately went to the kitchen to feed Kyla and Gina comb Kyla's hair. They talk well like they've been together for a long time. When Belen, Gina, and Myrna finished doing their obligations to Kyla. The three of them stood up and shows respect by bowing there head when Regan was near where they were.

“Relax. Just a picture. You're going to have to kiss me, Ronald. We need to sell the romance. Start planning dates, tabloids, photo ops, all that vibe. You think they’ll believe it with a handshake?” I stared at her like she was crazy. “Kiss you?” She raised her brows playfully. “Is that something you can manage?” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I can… manage.” Kyla didn’t wait. She leaned in and kissed me quickly, her lips firm and rehearsed. Her light fruity perfume brushed against me faintly. She clicked a picture as she pulled away, her phone still lifted. Then she snorted. “God. I hope that’s not how you kiss Jeffrey.”

Kyla put the final touch of the powder as she stood up from the make-up chair. She wanted to look pretty for him. Her dashing long brown hair was parked up in a ponytail style, revealing her ocean-like blue eyes. The black pants she wore gave her this model-like aura as she rocked them with a transparent silky top that exposed every part of her body, leaving two dark spots just to cover her breast nipples. She was ready. She strolled out of her room looking dashingly hot. Her black Lamborghini Gallardo was already parked waiting for her as she walked out elegantly and got into it. Kyla o'roarke is known for her luxurious lifestyle. Her fashion sense and styles are top-notch. One of the most