The Betrayed Luna Strikes Back

Chapter 15: Too Calm.

Ashton's POV.

"What would you like to eat, Sir?" a soft voice asked the moment I stepped into the large family dining room.

I turned to see a tiny woman standing beside me, creasing my brow, I asked, "And you are?"

She blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink and I wondered why she was blushing. "I'm Annabella, a new servant, Sir. What would you like to have for breakfast?"

A new servant. Who hired such a fragile-looking woman? She seemed like she could break at any moment. "Um, get me hot chocolate and some scrambled eggs," I mumbled, dismissing her as I made my way to the dining table.

Some of the family members were already seated, but I didn't bother acknowledging them. I grabbed the newspaper and buried my head in it, hoping to avoid any unnecessary interaction.

"Ash, you gonna pretend like we don't exist?" A familiar feminine voice pierced through my focus, making me roll my eyes. I really wasn't in the mood for a conversation.

"Ashton!" Another voice, this time male, called out. I gritted my teeth before lowering the newspaper to stare at the disturbance.

"What?" I snapped, my patience already wearing thin.

"You should hide your face in shame, you know?" My stepbrother Lance smirked, leaning back in his chair. I sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed.

Kira.

Nothing decent could happen in this house without someone bringing her up. I was trying to forget her, and they decided to ruin my morning by dragging her into it again. I couldn't sleep well last night!

"I am hiding my face, Lance, right here with this newspaper. Now stop disturbing me and have your breakfast. If you're not hungry, leave the dining room because I am."

Lance snorted, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on me. "Why don't you take any action against her? You are supposed to be the one giving her a hard time but you're just here, silent and f*****g women, not giving us solitude to sleep."

I slammed the newspaper down on the table, my patience snapping. "Lance, shut the f**k up before I make you," I growled, my eyes narrowing.

He raised an eyebrow, unfazed by my threat. "Get rid of that woman and take back what belongs to us! She doesn't belong here and killing her should not be too hard for you."

Before I could respond, a new voice cut into the conversation. "What’s going on here?" Kira’s presence in the dining room was like a magnet, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

I turned to look at her and my body tensed when I saw the way she was dressed, her body was adorned in a red nightgown with thin spaghetti straps and a plunging V-neckline adorned with lace trim, highlighting the bust area...her breasts swell was so visible that I clenched my hand into fist. The cups are also detailed with lace, adding a touch of elegance and softness.

She carried herself with that same commanding presence that both intrigued and infuriated me at the same time Her eyes swept over the table, landing on me with a knowing look that made my skin prickle.

"Talking about killing someone again, don't you guys ever get bored." She yawned and took her seat close to me. Her boobs were tempting and calling and I wasn't the only one in the room who noticed.

Why the f**k would she dressed like that?

"Go on, continue your discussion, I don't mind," Kira urged, her voice low but intense. The room fell silent, her presence commanding immediate attention.

Her face suddenly twisted into a scowl as she stared in a particular direction. Following her gaze, I saw the new servant, Annabella, hesitantly approaching us.

"I thought I asked you to leave?" Kira's voice was sharp, her eyes narrowing at the girl.

Annabella stood rooted in place, her body beginning to shiver. "Get out!" Kira ordered, her voice tinged with anger.

"What's wrong with you, Kira? Why would you fire the new servant? Stop behaving like you own this place!" one of my stepsisters fired back, her tone exasperated. I groaned internally, already tired of the unfolding drama.

Kira laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "I do own this place, girl," she said, turning her icy gaze to my stepsister. "And you better start remembering that."

"Fuck... I hate you!" my stepsister spat, pushing her chair back with a screech and storming out of the dining room.

Annabella, still trembling, took a tentative step forward. "Please... Please, ma'am. Let me serve you. I promise, I'll be faithful."

I shook my head, feeling a pang of pity. It was like she was pleading for her death. This house loomed with unspoken threats and the ever-present shadow of death.

Kira sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Oh Lord!" She paused, as if considering the servant's plea. "Alright, you can work here," she said with a shrug. "But think of every day as your last day in this stinking world."

Annabella nodded fervently. "Thank you, ma'am. Thank you. I'll get your breakfast." She quickly dropped my breakfast in front of me and rushed away, clearly relieved to escape the tension.

Kira's eyes flicked back to me, her expression mocking. "Good morning, Ashton. How was your night?"

I chose to ignore her, but she had a way of getting under my skin. "Fine," I muttered, picking up my fork.

Kira leaned closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You don't sound too convincing. Rough night, perhaps?"

I clenched my jaw. "Nothing I couldn't handle."

Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, I bet. You always did have a certain... stamina."

I shot her a glare. "At least I don't go to unknown people's room to fuck."

She laughed softly, the sound grating on my nerves. "Is that what you think, Ashton? It's sad you don't know who you were supposed to f**k, you don't know what you want Ashton."

I took a sip of my hot chocolate, trying to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks and the suspicious stare of some of the family members, "I know exactly what I want, Kira. And it's definitely not you."

Her eyes darkened, a dangerous glint in them. "Careful, darling. You might hurt my feelings."

"I didn't realize you had any," I shot back, my tone icy.

She smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Touché. But let’s not pretend you didn’t enjoy every minute of last night."

I leaned forward, my voice low. "Let's not pretend it meant anything."

Before she could respond, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway. A group of masked gunmen burst into the room, their weapons trained on Kira.

"I have eyes on you all, if you mess up, I'm gonna blow your head or my men would gladly do it. Stay where you are and don't make any mistakes." One of them , probably the leader, ordered and I sighed.

The leader stepped forward, his gun aimed directly at Kira who looked unfazed by the new development. Sometimes I wonder if she's immortal, she's too calm in the face of danger.

"Your time is up, little girl" he said coldly, his gun aimed directly at her.

The room froze, everyone’s eyes wide with shock and fear. Everyone except Kira. She remained seated, her expression unchanging, a cool defiance in her eyes.

"You really think you can kill me?" she asked, her voice calm.

The leader's grip tightened on his gun. "We’ve been paid well to take you out. Say your goodbyes."

Kira smiled, a chillingly confident smile. "Hope you've used the money and said your goodbyes to your own family cause this might be your very last operation.”