Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 46: Hypocritical

On Friday morning, the four individuals had breakfast together—in harmony for the first time. As usual, Eliot sat at the head of the table, Eira sat on his right, Marianna on his left, and Myra, who had been beaming with smiles since she woke up, sat directly beside her mother.

They all had said one or two things, except Myra, who had been in her own world, answering questions with one word and nods. Meanwhile, Eira, who didn’t feel like "acting," simply hummed to everything Eliot said to them.

Besides saying that they were a family and thus had to treat each other well and have each other’s backs, Eliot also asked Myra if she’d learned her lesson, after asking Ephyra if she’d forgiven Myra.

Myra had nodded, while Eira didn’t answer, thinking, If she hadn’t forgiven her, would she have pleaded for her?

Eira simply wanted this farce of a breakfast to end—no, she wanted the entire day to end.

She looked up, noticing Myra smiling at her phone, and she also smiled.

Last night, Myra had cornered her and asked what she meant when she said Alan tried to do something to her. Eira had shrugged in response, telling Myra to forget about what she said and treat it as an angry, heartbroken rant. As for the couple’s vacation, she guessed it and used it to taunt her.

Myra had jabbed her long nails into Eira’s chest and told her not to try anything like that again and never to come to her room. Eira had simply ignored her and walked away.

Eira’s gaze flicked toward Myra, who was completely absorbed in her phone, likely texting Alan. The plan unfolding in Eira’s mind filled her with a sense of satisfaction. Myra, so blissfully ignorant of the trouble she’d incited, was entirely unaware of the trap about to spring. Eira resisted the urge to smirk, maintaining her composed exterior as Eliot continued his hypocritical lecture about family unity and loyalty, with Marianna backing him up.

The breakfast dragged on, with Eliot attempting to smooth over any lingering tensions between Eira and Myra, as if one simple meal could repair years of animosity and deception. The hypocrisy of it all was almost laughable to Eira, but she kept her responses minimal, preferring to let the silence weigh down the table rather than indulge in the charade.

Eventually, breakfast ended, and Eira excused herself. She needed to finalize the details with Jania and ensure every piece was perfectly set for the weekend. Myra and Alan would have their "dream getaway."

Back in her room, Eira opened her laptop and sent a quick message to Jania. Within minutes, her phone buzzed with a reply.

[Jania: Everything’s ready on my end. The venue is prepped, and our contacts have all been notified. This will be a weekend they’ll never forget.]

Eira’s fingers flew over the keyboard, setting up the final surveillance details and ensuring that every moment of Myra and Alan’s weekend would be recorded in crystal-clear quality. She wanted undeniable evidence—videos that would circulate widely and leave no room for lies or misinterpretations.

As she reviewed the setup one last time, Eira lay down on her bed with her phone, sending a message to the group chat Malia had created for the four of them.

Time passed slowly, and the sky turned orange, then shifted into different hues of purple as evening approached, casting warm shadows across Eira’s room.

As her phone pinged with another message from Jania, confirming that everything was in place, Eira’s gaze shifted back to her laptop, watching the live feed she’d set up to monitor the venue. She smiled as she saw Myra and Alan arrive.

Hours later, as night settled over the city, the deep blue sky blanketed the horizon, punctuated by the glow of city lights that seemed to stretch endlessly. It was a perfect night, clear and calm. Across the skyline, the Royal Luxuries Hotel stood out—a jewel among buildings, its pristine glass exterior gleaming under the stars and outshining nearby five-star hotels. The hotel’s name, displayed in gold letters, stood out among the other high-rise buildings.

Inside, the Royal Luxuries Hotel offered opulent interiors that made even the most seasoned guests pause. The grand lobby, adorned with marble columns and a towering crystal chandelier, led to luxurious amenities designed to indulge every guest’s desires. The hotel’s event area, reserved for exclusive gatherings, featured expansive rooms with floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the cityscape. Soft lighting bathed the space in a warm glow, and every detail—from hand-carved wood accents to lavish floral arrangements—was thoughtfully curated.

In the spa wing, renowned for its serene ambiance, everything had been prepared for a memorable experience. The couple’s private suite, rich with calming scents of lavender and chamomile, featured dim lighting, plush white couches, and soothing music that melted away any lingering tension. Myra and Alan, clad in towels, reclined side by side, indulging in a couple’s massage as skilled therapists attended to them.

They held hands as they faced each other while lying on their stomachs.

"Hmm," Myra moaned in satisfaction, her eyes fluttering closed as the massage therapist’s hands worked through the tension in her shoulders. "This is... perfect, just what I needed after that hellish punishment," she murmured, casting a lazy glance at Alan, who gave her a loving smile in return.

"I’m happy you’re here with me," he replied, reaching over to squeeze her hand. Alan’s face was calm, his eyes full of admiration as he gazed at Myra.

As the massage session ended, they returned to their suite and slept after a long day and the relaxing treatments. freёnovelkiss.com

The next day, Eira met with Malia, Orla, and Cyran. They spent the day visiting restaurants, shopping at malls, going to the cinema, and enjoying the arcade, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

Meanwhile, Myra and Alan participated in nearly all the couple’s activities. Throughout the day, Myra and Alan indulged in the luxurious amenities the Royal Luxuries Hotel had prepared. They shared a warm breakfast, took part in a couple’s yoga session, attended private cooking classes, enjoyed wine tastings, and lounged by the rooftop pool. Their final activity was a candlelit dinner, which they enjoyed in high spirits.

Myra sipped her wine, giving Alan a knowing look as soft music played in the background, setting a romantic ambiance. Alan raised his glass in a toast, looking deeply into her eyes.

"To us," she said with a smirk, "and to the weekend we both deserve."

Alan clinked his glass against hers, unaware of the tiny vial of truth serum that had been carefully mixed into their drink. She downed the glass in one long sip, feeling a warm sensation course through her veins. Alan followed suit, enjoying his own drink laced with a subtle aphrodisiac that began to work its magic.

Moments later, the effects began. Alan’s usual self-satisfied grin faltered, his gaze hazy as he struggled to keep his words steady. Myra, flushed from the wine, gave him an odd look, sensing something was amiss.

"Do you know... I sometimes think about breaking up with you," Alan slurred, the truth serum tugging confessions from his lips. Myra’s smile vanished, replaced with shock and confusion.

"What are you saying?" she asked, her voice tense. But it was too late—the serum was doing its work.

"I mean... you’re beautiful, easy to talk to, fun... and I love you. But you don’t understand me... not like Ephyra did when we were little," he muttered, barely able to keep his words coherent.

Myra’s face twisted in anger, but before she could retaliate, her own truths bubbled to the surface. "You’re one to talk," she sneered, her tone laced with venom. "If you weren’t a Latham, do you think I’d be interested in you? Do you think that aside from that, and the fact that you were betrothed to Eira, I would want to be with you? There are plenty of men better than you that I’d love to be with. It’s just that they’re out of my league, and to reach their status, I need someone to help me get there. An up-and-coming genius in the medical field from a very prominent family who believes every word I say is just what I need."

She laughed mockingly and continued, ignoring Alan’s furious expression. "Eira’s always been a threat to me, you know. Do you have any idea what it’s like to constantly compete with her? She was supposed to be the stupid bastard child! Why did she suddenly change when everyone had acknowledged her as the product of a broken family? Why?!"

Alan suddenly stood up and grabbed Myra’s arm, which was bare as she was dressed in a silver bodycon, off-shoulder, slit dress, and dragged her out of the dining area in their suite.

"What the hell are you doing? Let me go. I said let me go, Alan! It hurts!" Myra tugged and pulled against his grip, her voice sharp with anger and fear, but Alan’s hold remained unyielding. He was trembling, his expression caught between disbelief and an ardent desire crawling through his body as Myra’s words echoed in his mind. "I said fucking let me go!"

He dragged her into the room they shared, opened the door, entered, and threw Myra onto the bed before closing the door.

He took off his suit jacket and tossed it aside, his face twisted with a strange mix of anger and desperation as he stood by the bed, breathing heavily. Myra pushed herself up, glaring at him with unrestrained fury.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she spat, clutching her arm where his grip had left red marks.

"What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, Myra? I loved you, I loved you so much! I did everything you asked me to do. Humiliated Ephyra every time when we were kids, made her get into accidents—I even set up a boy who was kind to her and got him sent into a coma! All for you!"

Myra scoffed. "So what? He woke up a year later, didn’t he? What did you do that anyone hasn’t done before? A lot of people have done worse things than that, so stop whining. Besides, you loved me, right? Wasn’t that the reason you did all those things? Did I force you to? Did I also force you to believe that Ephyra’s mother seduced my father and destroyed a perfect home? Did I force you to hate her? No! I didn’t, so don’t fucking place all the blame on me, you spineless coward!"

Allen clenched his fist before laughing, then started unbuttoning his shirt as he took large steps toward the bed. "I’m a coward, huh? Didn’t you say you would only give your virginity to the me when we’re officially engaged? Wasn’t that why you never allowed me to go all the way? Every time something happened, you always made me use your hand, mouth, and any part of your body except your pussy? Well, I’m going to show you what a a coward can do. I’m going to fuck you hard and make you moan louder than you ever did! You’re going to love that, aren’t you?" By now, he was already taking off his trousers, the hard length of his arousal visible beneath his briefs.

Normally, Myra would hesitate and try to persuade him but due to the strong aphrodisiac that was now partly controlling them, she squirmed in place, her hands roaming over her body as she let out desperate whimpers, her body responding involuntarily to the drug coursing through her veins. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide with both desire and anger as she watched Allen approach. She tried to speak, to protest, but the words tangled in her throat, replaced by a needy, almost pained gasp.

Allen’s face was set, his gaze dark and intense as he climbed onto the bed, closing the distance between them. With a rough, desperate touch, he gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"You wanted a man with power, status—someone who’d go to any length for you. Well, I’ll be that man," he growled, his voice hoarse and edged with something primal. He leaned down, his lips crashing onto hers with an urgency that left no room for gentleness, fueled by the drug and their own twisted resentment.

Myra, trapped between her fury and the pull of the drug, found herself responding. Her hands moved to his shoulders as her anger dissolved into something darker, something beyond control. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin, her breaths coming out in shallow pants as she ground into him and moaned out loud, desire overtaking her reasoning.