Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 43: Consequences

When she arrived at school, the morning passed in its usual blur until, predictably, Malia and Orla showed up late, hustling to their seats without a care. The school day rolled on, and just as classes ended, Malia made a beeline for Eira.

"So, what are you shopping for?" Malia asked, eyes alight with curiosity.

Eira shrugged. "Mostly clothes, and I need some hair and body products. I might pick up a few other things while I’m at it."

Malia’s face lit up. "I know just the place! You’ll love it."

After school, they gathered their things, made their way to the waiting cars, and headed to the shopping mall Malia had recommended.

"Alright, first stop!" Malia announced, dragging them into a sleek boutique brimming with sexy, chic, and trendy outfits. The racks displayed everything from oversized tops to sleek leather skirts, high-waisted jean trousers, and fitted crop tops in an array of colors.

Eira let her gaze wander over the racks, her fingers absently grazing the different fabrics—soft knits, glossy leather, and distressed denim. Cyran trailed behind her, occasionally picking up pieces he thought might suit her. She noticed his effort to help in his own way, despite looking a bit out of place among the racks of feminine clothes. She gave him an appreciative smile when he held up a cropped black top with delicate straps that looked both bold and stylish.

"I think this would look good on you," Cyran said, glancing away quickly, avoiding her reaction. She smirked, amused by his sudden shyness.

Malia peered over, her eyes lighting up as she saw the top. "Yes! Ephyra, pair that with a leather mini-skirt! It’d look amazing on you."

Eira nodded and moved toward the fitting rooms, where she tried on a variety of outfits under Malia’s relentless feedback. Malia herself tried on everything from an oversized graphic sweater with ripped jeans to a plaid mini skirt and a slouchy turtleneck, asking for everyone’s opinion on each outfit. Cyran mostly nodded, though Eira could see a glint of enjoyment in his eyes as he observed Malia’s animated fashion show.

After a few hours of browsing and trying on clothes, they emerged from the boutique, their arms laden with bags holding everything from leather skirts to fitted tank tops, high-waisted jeans, and bodycon mini-dresses. Eira felt a bit exhilarated by the fun company and playful banter.

"Next, skincare and hair products," Malia declared, already making a beeline for the beauty section.

While Eira examined various products, Malia leaned over to Cyran, teasing him just loudly enough for Eira to catch snippets.

"So... Cyran," Malia teased with a mischievous grin, nudging him. "Are you really here to help Eira, or is it because you’ve got a hidden fascination for all things glam and just couldn’t resist the chance to try it out?"

Cyran flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’m just... helping," he murmured, sneaking a quick glance toward Eira as she pretended not to hear.

In the beauty section, they picked up a few essentials and luxuries: a hydrating, rose-scented body oil, a sleek bottle of argan hair serum, and a rejuvenating clay mask with glowing skin benefits. Eira also added a glittery body lotion and a bold red lipstick to her haul, while Malia splurged on a deluxe set of hair masks and a rich shea butter body cream. Cyran, after some urging from Malia, picked up a subtle vanilla-scented hand cream and a hair texturizing spray that Eira promised would add a little extra to his already messy look. fгeewebnovёl.com

After finishing up, the three of them strolled around the mall, snacking on pretzels and chatting about everything from school projects to their next weekend plans. Eira felt a rare warmth settle around her—a sense of ease in the company of people who knew her without the need for pretense.

As they stepped outside, Malia looped her arm through Eira’s. "This was a perfect day. Let’s make it a regular thing, alright?"

"Definitely," Eira replied, genuinely pleased by the suggestion.

Cyran joined them, giving Eira a small, sincere smile. "Thanks for inviting me, Eira. I... enjoyed it."

Meeting his gaze, Eira nodded. "Me too, Cyran. We should definitely do this again sometime."

As their ride arrived, they exchanged goodbyes

The following day, Eira’s schedule unfolded normally until a call from Jania reached her phone.

"Ephyra," Jania’s familiar voice echoed, "the contract and your jacket are ready. You can come by to sign everything whenever you want."

A smile crept onto Eira’s face. "I’ll come right after school."

True to her word, she finished her classes and joined the bodyguards waiting to drive her to the estate. Upon arrival, she was greeted by Jania, who informed her that Master Lyle had left on a business trip the day before. Eira shrugged, unfazed.

They walked together to the spacious living room, where a folder and a large box rested on the glass coffee table. Eira seated herself, picked up the folder, and reviewed the document carefully. Every clause she had requested was intact, just as she had outlined. With a satisfied nod, she signed the paper with a flourish.

Ephyra Allen.

Once the contract was complete, she lifted the lid of the box and found the leather jacket within. It was exactly like the one she had returned—a sleek, high-quality piece. Smiling, she closed the box.

"Thank you, Jania," she said with a nod. "Please give my thanks to Lyle as well."

Jania nodded and walked her toward the exit. As they neared the door, Eira hesitated, glancing thoughtfully at Jania. "One more thing—do you think I might be able to obtain a gun?"

Jania raised an eyebrow, considering Eira’s request carefully. "That’s something you’ll have to discuss with Master Lyle, and we’d likely wait until you turn eighteen. I’ll make a note to bring it up with him."

Eira nodded and thanked her before stepping into the car, heading back home.

A week and three days slipped by, filled with quiet preparations. Then the day arrived when Myra’s punishment period was halved, and her electronic devices were returned. She clutched her phone eagerly, her face lit with a hopeful smile, unaware of the horrible consequences soon to unfold—consequences she’d quickly come to regret.