Chapter 04 – "Unwelcome Under My Roof"
POV: Kieller Voss
I had two choices:
Drive away.
Or go back.
But let's be honest—
I already knew what I was going to do.
Not because I cared.
Please, I'm not some knight in shining cufflinks.
I just didn't need the PR mess that would come with it.
As I leaned back and adjusted my rearview mirror to light a cigarette, a flicker caught my eye in the side mirror.
A figure. Stumbling.
Then crashing hard onto the pavement.
I squinted.
That walk.
Those heels.
That ridiculous green dress she thought screamed "power."
Tch. No freaking way.
I leaned out slightly, just to confirm the chaos.
Lyra Vale.
Flat on the road like a broken mannequin from a luxury display window.
Are you serious?
Of course it was her.
Drama follows that woman like a brand partnership.
I stepped out of my car and slammed the door.
Not in panic. Not in sympathy.
Just in sheer irritation.
I walked over without urgency, hands still in my coat pockets, lips pressed in a line.
And there she was.
Unconscious.
Dress ripped.
Skin scratched.
A damn mess.
I looked around. No one else in sight.
I cursed under my breath. "Of all the nights…"
I turned to leave. I swear I did. This wasn't my problem.
But then I remembered the headline that would drop by sunrise:
"Top CEO Lyra Vale Found Unconscious – Last Seen Near Rival's Car."
Perfect. Just what I need.
Dragged into her drama like an unpaid intern.
"Lucky me," I muttered.
I pulled out my phone, called security.
"Bring her car to my villa. Quietly. If anyone leaks this, you're fired."
I bent down, grabbed her wrist.
She was heavy for someone so stubborn.
She stirred slightly, but not enough to register who I was.
Her body slumped into mine like dead weight.
"Don't get used to this," I muttered, mostly to myself.
I dragged her to my car. No bridal-style hero move. Just enough grip to make sure she didn't fall again.
Dumped her in the passenger seat, buckled her in.
"Congratulations, Vale. You've officially ruined my night."
20 Minutes Later – My Villa
I stepped out, barked orders at the staff.
"Guest room. Quiet. No photos. No stories. Got it?"
They nodded. They always nod.
I stood by while they carried her inside.
I didn't follow.
Let them deal with it.
But I did one more thing. I called Dr. Mehra — the only one I trusted to keep secrets.
He arrived fast. Checked her in silence.
"She inhaled a dangerous dose of chloroform," he finally said.
"Whoever attacked her wanted her unconscious. Fast. She's lucky you got to her."
I scoffed. "Lucky isn't the word I'd use."
"She drove after that," he added. "With that much chloroform in her system? Most people would crash. Or not wake up at all."
I folded my arms, leaning against the wall.
"Figures. She always did have a flair for the dramatic."
"She needs rest," the doctor said, ignoring my tone. "She'll be awake by morning. But she'll be weak."
"Good," I said. "Maybe for once she'll sit still."
He gave me a look — one of those old-man-judging-you ones — and left without another word.
Next Morning – 9:12 AM
I woke up, pulled on my shirt slowly, the memory of last night sticking like smoke.
Made my way to the guest room.
Empty.
Of course it was.
No note. No message. Not even a damn text.
"Thank you for saving my life, Mr. Voss."
Yeah, right. As if that woman would ever admit she needed help.
I stood there, staring at the freshly made bed.
"Unbelievable," I muttered.
First she passes out on a road like a damsel in a scandal,
Then she vanishes without so much as a nod?
"Queen of drama. Champion of silence."
This wasn't over.
Not even close.
🖤 End of Chapter 04