Kira's POV. The grand doors were just ahead, a symbol of authority and justice. But today, I was the real authority, and my justice would be painful, slow and merciless. As I approached the entrance, the press swarmed, their cameras flashing and questions coming from different directions but my guards did a great job in keeping them away. I hate the media. The courthouse was crowded with anticipation. Reporters and onlookers whispered amongst themselves, their eyes fixed on me. I could hear some of their conversations...words like “murder,” “trial,” and “power” went through my ears and I just smiled because they had no idea just how cruel I could be. They don't know who I am… yet. Denver stepped up beside me, his presence was a reminder of the Jones family's ever-growing list of enemies. But today wasn’t about him; it was about Richard and his futile attempt to challenge me. The courtroom doors swung open, and I walked in, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. T

Kira's POV. "Why are you not killing her?" I heard a distant voice ask and I tried to open my eyes but they seemed too heavy for me to open."I don't want to kill her now, I'm gonna deal with her, I'll make her death painful, you don't think I would let her go after what she had done to us, do you?" Another asked... A familiar voice but my brain seems too foggy to remember whose voice it is.“You’re making a huge mistake, Richard,” the first voice, a man, insisted. “Shoot her now while she’s down. She might do something dangerous once she’s awake.”A woman added, “He’s right. This isn’t the time for arrogance. We’ve seen what she’s capable of.”Richard laughed, the sound grating on my ears. “The drug in her system will keep her unconscious for twenty-four hours. If I kill her now, our property would be gone. She needs to sign everything back to me before I send her to meet Dad.”"You're a fool, this woman is unpredictable Richard, she's like an untouchable force, you managed to knock

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 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“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