The Family That Wanted Me Dead, Now Wants Me BackChapter 1
Lyra’s POV
“I’ll be back in forty-eight hours to take what’s supposed to be mine—the Don’s wife seat. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it,” I said, my fingers locked tight around the encrypted burner like it was the only thing keeping me upright.
For a second, I just sat there, frozen. Then I dragged in a slow, exhausted breath and killed the call.
“Get out of our house, you poisonous bitch!”
The shout snapped me out of it.
The twins—Ian and Vale—stood in the kitchen doorway like two young kings guarding their territory. Their eyes were bright with rage, sharp and merciless.
I let out a quiet breath. “Happy birthday,” I said softly. “Make a wish.”
I lifted the cake I’d spent hours on—every detail perfect. Not just sugar and frosting either. I’d slipped in my own little protection, the way you do when you’re used to danger.
Ian stepped forward, jaw clenched. “My wish?” His smile was cold. “I wish you’d disappear for good.”
Before I could even blink, he launched the cake straight at my face.
The impact made me gasp. Cream and sponge smashed into my nose and mouth, frosting streaking my cheeks as I stumbled back. The twins’ laughter bounced off the walls like gunfire.
I tried to move, tried to get away—
Vale swung his leg out, blocking me like a trap.
I hit the floor hard, and the pan of oil I’d used earlier—still sizzling—tilted and spilled.
It poured down my left arm.
The pain was instant. White-hot. Savage.
A scream ripped out of me before I could stop it.
Above me, the twins stood there grinning, watching like it was entertainment.
“This is just the start,” Vale said, voice flat.
Ian nodded, like they’d rehearsed it. “Leave now. Because next time, you won’t be lucky enough to walk away.”
They spoke in perfect unison, like two little monsters raised on hate.
The housekeeper rushed in at the sound, her face going pale the moment she saw me sprawled on the floor—covered in cake, shaking, clutching my burned arm.
“My God…” she breathed. “What did you do?”
“They had it coming,” Ian said with a careless shrug. “She’s a snake. She killed our mother.”
Vale didn’t even bother arguing. He just turned and walked out, Ian right behind him, both of them leaving me there like trash on marble.
My whole body trembled.
The maid hurried to my side and helped me up, gentle hands steadying me as if she was afraid I’d break.