Kira's POV. Grabbing my favorite dagger from my collection, I took a look at myself one last time in the mirror before heading out of the room. I knew everyone must have gathered in the lounge by now; it had already been two hours and counting. I didn't intend to delay the whole process, but I kept thinking of the best way to end Richard.I'm pissed, and thinking always becomes a hard job for me when I'm angry. Fvck that i.d.i.o.t for making me so angry. The poison had worn off, and the funniest and yet scariest thing about my body was the fact that I don't even know the effects of poison. It was after I discovered the different ways my exes had tried to kill me that I realized I've survived many attempts on my life. Poison was the very least of the things they might have done to me, my body had become poison itself. I'm thrilled about making an example of Richard in front of the whole family, and I'm super happy that I finally got my baby her dessert though it's during dinner time
Ashton's POV“What have you found?” I asked the private detective I had hired to dig deep into Kira. This was the fifth detective I was hiring for this job. I just hope this one can come up with something more reasonable. Something I can hold on to. I didn't need to go for the court case to know that Kira would win the case. Someone like Kira shouldn't be dealt with legally, she would find a way out of it. After all, that was what she did with Jones also. Those properties, I doubt Jones actually willed them to her. Kira is a tricky cunning lady, legal means weren't the right means at all. “I'm sorry, Mr Ashton—”“That's not the reply I want to hear, Detective Bernard. You told me you could handle this one, you said it wasn't a difficult one for you so what do you mean by ‘You’re sorry’?” My words spilled out through gritted teeth. He better have something, anything! My frustration was at his peak and if he doesn't say something useful, I might just drain him of his fucking blood ri
Kira's POVUsing the stairs, I marched down wearing a white sleeveless button-less shirt with a low-cut neck, gray joggers, and trainers. It was a beautiful weekend and I could not be more excited to go jogging. “Good morning Madam Kira,” Annabella smiled at me the moment she saw me. The spark in her eyes as she looked at me made me wonder why she wasn't scared of me. The living room was covered with fear, I could smell it but she wasn't afraid of me. Not like the rest of them at least. There is a saying that it is when one's hand isn't clean and heart isn't pure that he fears for an unnecessary reason. I nodded to Annabella as I swept my gaze through the living room, there were families there. The moment they saw me, some had gotten up and were making their way towards the elevator. Beautiful, just how I wanted it and all I had to do was show them an example. Richard, the perfect example. With a smile, I began to stroll out of the living room when I heard an angry voice, “Do no
Kira's POV. After a refreshing jog that cleared my mind and rejuvenated my spirit, I returned to the mansion, sweat glistening on my skin. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over everything. I felt invincible, I felt so good. As I approached the mansion, I noticed a few police cars parked out front and I knew our guests had arrived. Annabella met me at the gate, her face pale with worry. “Madam Kira, the police are here. Monica truly called them.”I smirked, running a hand through my damp hair. “Of course she did. Let’s go see what kind of mess she’d tried to create. Did you make them comfortable?” "No, Monica would not allow them to enter inside, she insisted that they must wait for you outside, she said she doesn't trust you." She replied and I chuckled, that woman doesn't seem to learn, making the same mistake her late son did. I can't wait to see how this one will end. "Here, have some shakes." Annabella handed me a protein shake as I walked into the comp
Kira's POV. "That would be all ma'am." One of my managers bowed and left my office with a broad smile but I wasn't not smiling. This girl ain't smiling. Weekends are supposed to be for fun but work has dragged me to the office, so many people are causing trouble for me and there will be a massacre soon if this continues. They can't keep ruining my fun all because they want to bring me down, I deserve to have fun too... I have feelings too... Mostly to get fucked actually, my body is going crazy. That's one addiction I love to hate. My imprudent, ignoramus exes are to be blamed, after having three men to myself... Addiction had become a thing but despite the crazy addiction, I don't fuck anything on trousers, if my tastes aren't met, that's an automatic disqualification. Sighing, I stood up, grabbed my bag and began to walk towards the door. Going clubbing is a great idea but my mood is off right now so home it is. Stepping out of the elevator, a childish voice shouted "Mommy!" An
Kira's POV“Hello, my lady,” Noel had a wide grin as he watched me walk to him from where I had parked my car when I came in earlier. It was late at night and he was dressed to kill. Who says only a woman can dress to kill? He made a new idea pop into my mind “Noel,” I called to greet him. He was resting his back on the blue Rolls Royce, dressed in a white button-less top, black jeans, and black Nike shoes. His hair was curly and messy, he looked handsome under the streetlight. “Good evening ma'am, I thought you'd never call me after Don Jones passed,” and I rolled my eyes at him. Noel and I met one of the days I tried to escape from Jones. He was assigned by Jone to guard and look after me and I saw a clear opportunity to escape when the idiot fell asleep. Jones had taken me out of the mansion so there were not many guards around, it was a good way to escape and I could have.But when he woke up to see that I was no longer in the room, Noel came running in search of me. I hid myse
Kira's POVI was sitting on the McLaren Senna GTR, and I'm loving the feeling already. I made payment almost immediately. The car was no different from the owner's; beautiful, fast, and expensive. Now, let's see what this baby girl can do. Does it also have the attribute of a winner? It should be better because that's who I am, I don't fail. “Get in, Noel!” I ordered, but the scaredy-cat was refusing to step into the car. “I don't mind watching you from here, ma'am Kira. I promise you, I'll cheer better than anyone here,” he swore “Three inches, get in now before I come, cut the three inches off” I threatened, only to see him cover his private area with both hands, causing me to burst into laughter. The flagger had gone to stand at the center of the track and all the racers were ready with their cars already in place. I frowned and yelled at Noel,“Get your fucking ass into this car now before I shoot the hell out of ya!” Before I completed my statement, Noel had slipped into the
Kira's POV“How was that?!” I asked excitedly when I saw Noel a few minutes later. He had rushed to the restroom after the race, clearly shaken. Watching him now, I couldn't help but smirk. How can a man be such a pussy? And to think he wants to fuck me was laughable. If I put a dagger on his throat when we are fucking, he’d probably pass out and might charged me for attempted murder.Noel was pacing, his eyes wide with a mix of relief and terror. “I'm alive, I'm so alive. I had a near encounter with death but I survived it. I'm gonna give testimony in church tomorrow because this is insanity! Do you have a death wish?” He asked, his voice a high-pitched squeak.I looked at him with an amused expression. “Stop exaggerating shit. That was nothing. Be a man for once, Noel, or go chop off that baby finger between your legs.” I scoffed, stretching my muscles. It was far into the night, but the arena was still buzzing with activity.Noel opened his mouth to retort but then closed it, shaki