Whispers of love and lies

IDRIS/ KAIRA

Kaira's POV:

Shit! How the hell did she make it out alive? I thought I'd finished the job, but no. That little princess just has to survive.

I paced around my small room, wringing my hands together, anxiety bubbling up inside me. This wasn’t part of the plan. If she wakes up and tells Idris... God knows what he’ll do to me! My heart hammered against my chest at the thought of his cold, furious eyes turning on me.

I’ve seen what he does to traitors. He doesn’t just kill them. He makes them wish for death.

No, no, no. I can’t let that happen. But I couldn’t help it, could I? She shouldn’t even be here. She doesn’t belong here. She’s messing everything up! He was supposed to be mine, Idris, not hers. He doesn't see her the way I see him. She doesn't even deserve his attention.

But if she talks…

I can’t let that happen. I’ve got to think of something. Something fast.

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as fury burned through me. What’s so special about her? What did Esmery have that I didn’t? What made Idris so obsessed with her from the moment she stepped into his life? It wasn't fair. I’d been by his side long before she ever showed up, long before she was even a thought in his mind. But now? Now, it was as if she was all that mattered.

But as long as I’m alive, I’ll never let him have her.

I’d been loyal, faithful... in love. No matter how much I tried to ignore it, I knew what I felt for Idris was real. I wasn’t just some servant, not just another face blending into the crowd. I was the one who knew him, who understood the darkest parts of him. And if I couldn’t have him? Then no one would.

Even if it means killing her, I thought with growing determination. If Esmery stays alive, she’ll ruin everything. My mind replayed the image of her unconscious body beside the bathtub. It would have been easy, so easy, to finish the job. I’d had the perfect opportunity, but I hesitated. Why did I hesitate? That was my chance. I wouldn’t get another.

Now, Idris would hover around her, watching her every breath, protecting her. But I knew him—knew his habits, . Though he was in control, but I could slip through the cracks. I always have.

Esmery Lancaster had to die before she woke up. That was the only solution now. My heart pounded, adrenaline surging as my plan formed in my mind. If she woke up and told him what happened, I was as good as dead. I had no choice.

There was no turning back. No more waiting. No more games.

She has to die.

IDRIS POV:

It was about 9:30 pm now. I had to leave for the airport to pick up Valeria and one more person—Ken. Not exactly a guest. More like a brother. There were only a few people I trusted, fewer I let into my circle. One of those was my best friend, and now, Ken was becoming another. He had just completed his studies abroad and was moving in with me.

I wasn’t the type to care about family in the traditional sense, but Ken... Ken was different. He’d always been around, a quiet shadow in the background, but I knew he had potential. Now he was coming back, and I felt...something. Pride? Maybe. Or maybe it was just relief that, for once, someone was close enough to count on but distant enough to stay out of my way.

Still, there was one issue: Esmery. She was unconscious, vulnerable, and the thought of leaving her alone, even for a few hours, twisted something inside me. Not worry. No, it was more... possessive. She was mine to protect, to watch over, and the idea of someone else getting close to her in my absence set my teeth on edge.