"Mira! MIRA!!"
Her manager's voice cut through the silence like a slap. "What are you doing just standing there?!"
Mira blinked, her breathing uneven, eyes glossy and distant. She had zoned out, lost in a nightmare vision of Jerry with that woman. Her hands were shaking.
"No… no…" Mira muttered. "What can we even do now?"
Her manager looked grim. "Mira, if we expose this legally as cheating, it'll be a scandal. The media will eat you both alive. It'll destroy your image. But if we cancel the deal... your family's business could collapse. We're talking billions, Mira. Legacy."
Mira held her head with both hands, heart thudding in pain and rage. "I don't care about legacy… not if it means losing Jerry."
Before her manager could respond, her phone rang.
The screen flashed with a name Mira wanted to erase from existence.
VIP Guest.
She answered it, jaw tight. "What the hell do you want?"
A sweet, venomous voice filled her ear. "Ooohhh, Miraaa… don't be so angry. Relax, hmm? And do me a favor—tell my baby to come to me fast. I'm waiting. I don't want to miss a single second without her."
"You dare call her that?!" Mira growled.
"Haha… don't be silly, sweetheart. Jerry's mine now. And don't worry—" the woman laughed cruelly, "I gave her things you clearly couldn't. I ate her all night, and I'll give her back to you. I just wanted to know how she cries for my touch. Or when I—"
"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" Mira screamed into the phone, shaking with fury. "I'll kill you with my own hands—!"
"Bye-bye, Mira," the woman cooed with a final smirk. "Let me know how her taste was when you kiss her next…"
Mira threw the phone against the wall just as
the elevator dinged.
The door opened.
And there she was.
Jerry.
Hair messy, shirt half unbuttoned, breathing fast as if she ran straight here—eyes searching, wild, but laser-locked onto Mira the second she saw her.
Mira gasped. "Jerry… I-I swear, I didn't know—don't believe her—!"
But Jerry ran to her before she could even finish, arms wrapping tightly around her. "I believe you."
Mira broke, crumbling in Jerry's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "I was so scared… she said things—horrible things—that she touched you, that I lost you—"
Jerry cupped her face, kissing her forehead gently. "No one can take me. I'm yours. Only yours. I love you, Mira.
I always did."
"But she said—" Mira choked, gripping Jerry's shirt. "That it's legal now… you have to go—"
Jerry looked into her eyes, steady and calm now. "Yes. Legally, I'm supposed to go."
Mira's face shattered. "Then kill me first… kill me before you go to her. Because I can't—I can't even imagine—"
Jerry pulled her in, tighter than ever before. "Stop. Look at me."
Mira's teary eyes met hers.
"I'm not going there alone," Jerry said firmly. "You're coming with me."
Mira blinked. "What?"
"I already handled it," Jerry whispered. "I went to the legal team before coming here. She played dirty—but I'm Jerry Kingston. And no one gets to play with what's mine."
She leaned in, pressing her lips to Mira's forehead again.
"I'm Jerry Kingston's baby," she said with a smirk. "And tonight, we burn her world down."
Mira's breath caught in her chest, anger turning into power, heartbreak into resolve.
She nodded. "Let's show her what your woman looks like when she fights."
The black limousine screeched to a halt in front of the luxury penthouse suite of the infamous VIP guest. The air itself seemed to tense around it. Security guards stepped aside without a word as the door opened—
And out stepped Jerry Kingston.
In a crisp black suit with a silk red shirt unbuttoned halfway, her neck still showing Mira's bite mark like a crown scar. Her hair slicked back, lips pressed in a sharp, dangerous line. Behind her was Mira, in a fierce red dress, matching Jerry's stride, eyes sharp and storming.
They didn't knock.
They didn't ask.
They entered like they owned the place.
Because Jerry did.
Inside, the woman turned from her wine glass, lounging on the edge of the velvet bed, clad in lingerie like she expected Jerry to crawl to her.
"Oh? You came," she purred. "And you brought your little doll too. Cute."
Jerry didn't blink. She walked forward slowly. Mira stayed by the door, her nails digging into her palm, rage boiling under her skin.
The woman stood. "So? Are you here to play your part? The contract's signed—your body belongs to me tonight, doesn't it?"
Jerry smirked. "You really think you can buy me?"
The woman chuckled. "Sweetheart, everything has a price."
Jerry reached into her coat, pulled out a thick envelope, and threw it at her feet. The woman frowned, kneeling to open it. Her eyes widened.
"What the hell is this?"
Jerry's voice cut like ice. "Those are your shares. All of them."
The woman looked up in shock. "What—?"
"I bought your company," Jerry said, stepping closer. "Everything you own now belongs to Kingston Enterprises. I don't belong to you… but you belong to me now."
Her voice dropped, full of steel. "You didn't sign a deal for a night with me. You sold your entire legacy."
The woman's eyes widened in horror. "No, this is illegal
"It's business," Jerry snapped. "You forged contracts using Mira's company, blackmailed her, and tried to touch what's mine. I buried you in paperwork while you were too busy fantasizing about me."
Mira's breath hitched, tears in her eyes—not of sadness, but awe.
"You wanted Jerry Kingston in your bed?" Jerry stepped forward, her eyes blazing. "Now you'll see me in your nightmares."
The woman lunged. "You bitch—!"
Jerry caught her wrist mid-air.
"Touch me again, and I'll have you arrested for harassment and coercion." Her voice dropped. "And I'll smile when I do it."
She threw the woman's hand aside. The girl stumbled back, stunned, broken.
Mira finally stepped forward, heels clicking like thunder. "If you ever call her again, I'll ruin you in ways Jerry didn't even think of."
Jerry turned to Mira and held out her hand. "Ready to go home, Mrs. Kingston?"
Mira took her hand. "Always."
They walked out together—power, love, and vengeance wrapped into one perfect storm.