My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 88. Chateau Chesney II

Kyle’s gaze drifted to Cara’s fingers, his expression thoughtful. "There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, but it keeps slipping my mind."

Cara glanced up. "Okay, ask me now."

Kyle’s eyes lingered on her hands. "Do you still have the engagement ring I gave you? You were wearing it the day you died."

Cara’s mind raced. She hadn’t thought about the ring since her resurrection, and strangely, no one, not even her mother had mentioned it.

"I haven’t seen it. I woke up, and it wasn’t there. I regained most of my memories yesterday, but the ring... I don’t remember anything about it. Where could it possibly be?" Cara said, a flicker of unease creeping into her voice. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Don’t stress yourself. I’m sure if you check your room, you’ll find it. It’s a twelve-carat diamond with a gold band—it won’t be hard to spot," Kyle reassured her.

’That can’t be right. If the ring were in Cara’s room, I would have found it by now.’

[Do you think someone stole it?]

’Yes, definitely. And they stole it while I was dead. If I can find out who took it, they might lead me to whoever killed Cara.’

Cara forced a smile. "You’re right. I’ll search every nook and cranny of my room—turn the place upside down if I have to."

Kyle’s expression remained unreadable. "If you want, I can help you look?"

"Don’t worry. I can handle it myself. But now that I’m done with breakfast, how about a tour of your lovely home? Since I’m the princess who will be your queen," Cara teased, watching him closely.

Kyle smiled, but it was slightly strained. "The whole house?"

"Yes. I want to see everything." Cara stood, her eyes sharp as she gauged his reaction.

His hesitation was subtle, but it was there. As she focused on his thoughts, she caught fragments of his inner turmoil.

"I can’t have her looking around, not now. She might find some girl’s panties and freak out... or worse, she could see my stash of drugs. No, no."

Kyle’s lips parted, but instead of agreeing to the tour, he smirked and said, "Well, instead of a tour, why don’t you just move in?" His gaze locked onto hers, his tone smooth, persuasive.

[I thought he had something to hide. Why would he ask you to move in?] Hagrit questioned.

Because he wants me to leave and pack my things. The time it would take for me to go and come back... he’d use it to clean up whatever he doesn’t want me to see.

[This guy is smarter than I thought.]

’I’m genuinely impressed.’

Cara leaned back slightly, folding her arms. "No, that would be moving too fast."

Kyle didn’t flinch. "But we’re already engaged. You can just stay here, and we’ll take things slow."

This bastard is pushing it.

Cara forced a smile. "I’ll think about it and get back to you."

Kyle’s lips curled into a triumphant grin, as if he’d already won. And, in a way, he had. But Cara wasn’t done playing yet.

She tilted her head, feigning curiosity. "Can I have a key to the house? That way, when I decide to move in, it’ll be a surprise."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You want to surprise me?"

Cara leaned forward, lowering her voice just enough to make it sound intimate. "Yes. I want to do more than that, I want to give you an unexpected, memorable day."

Kyle chuckled, clearly pleased. "Alright, I’ll give you a key. Now I’m really looking forward to that day."

He gestured for one of the maids, whispering something in her ear when she approached. The woman nodded and hurried away. Three minutes later, she returned, holding a key, which she placed in Cara’s hand.

Cara slipped it into her purse, hiding her satisfaction behind a polite smile. "I should get going now, I have to work."

Kyle frowned. "You don’t have to work, Cara. You choose to work. And that has to change." He stood, stepping closer. "Once we’re married, I want you fully dedicated to this household. To me. Not to some nine-to-five that can’t even sustain you."

Kyle’s grip on her hand tightened slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Think about it. You deserve the best things in life, and I can give you all of that, and more, if you let me."

Cara held his gaze, her expression unreadable. Then, with a soft smile, she said, "Once we’re married, maybe I will consider not working. But for now, I have a job to do."

Together, they walked onto the balcony, where Reginald stood by the waiting car.

Before Cara could react, Kyle suddenly pulled her into his arms, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Her stomach twisted in revulsion, but she masked it with practiced ease, letting him think she was caught in the moment.

When he finally pulled away, he studied her with a smug smile. "I’ve missed these lips of yours. I’ve craved them, and every inch of you, night and day, darling."

Cara forced a chuckle, keeping her tone light. "That’s unforgettable, sweetie."

Kyle’s face lit up at the word, as if he had just achieved the impossible. "Reginald will take you wherever you need to go. From now on, he’ll be your personal chauffeur."

’What the fuck? How do I react to that?’

[You need to hug him. Show some appreciation or something.]

’I can’t. He wants to grab my ass.’

[You have to make him believe he has you exactly where he wants you. Unless, of course, you’re ready to ditch the whole idea of being a man and live the rest of your life as a woman. Your call.]

Cara exhaled sharply, then turned toward him, forcing a look of warmth onto her face. She hesitated, then stepped forward, arms open for a hug.

Kyle wasted no time pulling her close, his grip possessive, his hands drifting exactly where she had anticipated. A shiver of disgust ran through her, but she buried it, laughing softly as she pulled away.

She turned quickly and slid into the car, her smile unwavering. Reginald got behind the wheel and drove off.

As the car pulled away from the balcony, Cara cast one last glance through the window. Kyle stood there, watching her leave, his expression smug, satisfied.

The sight made her stomach churn. God, I need to throw up.

Meanwhile, Kyle remained rooted in place, his arousal undeniable as he muttered to himself, "I told Rudy she’s not a lesbian. My girl is not a fucking lesbian. I can’t wait to plow her brains out again."

Shaking off his thoughts, he turned on his heel and strode inside, summoning his staff. Within moments, seven maids stood lined up before him, all young women in their twenties, awaiting his orders.

Kyle’s sharp gaze swept over them before he spoke. "Maids one through five—go to my room and my study. I want them cleaned thoroughly. I don’t want to see anything incriminating left behind. The bras, the panties, the drugs—find them and get rid of them."

Just as the maids turned to carry out his instructions, he held up a hand. "Actually, don’t destroy anything. Gather it all and bring it to me."

The five maids nodded and hurried off, leaving the remaining two standing awkwardly, assuming they were dismissed.

Kyle arched his brow. "And where do you two think you’re going?"

The two maids hesitated, their heads bowed.

"Hey, look up." He pointed toward his fully erect penis. "You see this? It won’t take care of itself, will it?"

The two women responded in unison, "No, sir."

Kyle smirked. "Good. Then come take care of it. Come and suck out my sweet venom." He gestured for them to follow him into the sitting room.

Settling onto the couch, he leaned back, awaiting the maids to get started, until his phone rang.

Kyle cursed under his breath. "Why now? Jesus."

He glanced at the screen and recognized the caller.

With an irritated sigh, he picked up. "Etienne, this better be good."

"Sorry to disturb you, sir, but I think you need to see this."

Kyle gestured for the maids to start undressing as he replied, "What is it?"

"The woman you asked me to watch did something shocking last night," Etienne said.

Kyle’s smirk widened. "What the hell did she do? Kill someone? Because if she did, which I doubt, we can cover it up."

"I wish that was the case," Etienne muttered. "But this... this is something else entirely. I can’t even put it into words. I’ll just send you the video."

Kyle’s brow furrowed as he leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Within seconds, his phone vibrated with a new message.

He opened the attachment, and as the video played, his smirk vanished. His face twisted in sheer disbelief.

What the fuck am I looking at?

The footage showed Cara, her hands ablaze, unleashing blasts of fire with a precision that defied logic. The flames danced around her, controlled, powerful and unnatural.

Kyle’s grip tightened around the phone, his pulse quickening.

"What the actual fuck...?" he muttered under his breath.