He Ruined My Family For Her, Now They’ll Pay In Blood

Kira’s Pov

On the day of my parents’ anniversary, our penthouse turned into hell.

Glass exploded, bullets tore through the air. My father stepped in front of us, but a gunshot split his chest and he crumpled in blood.

“Dad!” I screamed—then rough hands dragged me back.

My mother was beaten to the ground, bones snapping under the bat’s swing, her cries piercing the chaos.

And me—pinned, clothes ripped, their laughter drowning my screams until I prayed for death.

And then—Donald, my husband arrived with my uncle and armed men, firing shots until the attackers scattered.

“Kira!” Donald pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair as I sobbed into his chest. “It’s over. You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

I clung to him, shaking, believing he had saved me.

When I woke up again, I was in a hospital bed. My body ached, my veins cold with the drip of medicine.

But then I heard familiar voices outside my door. It was Donald, my husband.

“We can’t let Kira leave this hospital, Troy. Not after everything we’ve done.”

The air froze in my lungs.

The doctor’s voice came next, weary, cracking. “I’ve kept your lies going long enough, Donald. You made me falsify her records. You made me harvest her eggs and sterilize her. And now, after all of that, you still want her dead?”

Dead? The word slammed into me like a bullet. My blood turned to ice, my skin damp with cold sweat.

My womb? My eggs? Gone? My body shook, my teeth chattered as if I were freezing

Donald’s reply was cold. “I don’t care. Lily is pregnant now. She’s the only one I want. Kira is nothing but a whore and I only used her to climb the success ladder.”

The floor tilted under me. My chest constricted until I couldn’t breathe.

Pregnant? Lily? My cousin—the girl I grew up with, the one who promised to stand by me—carrying my husband’s child?

The doctor’s voice rose in outrage. “You already destroyed her family. You and her uncle caused her father’s death! You broke her mother’s mind and crippled her! Haven’t you ruined her enough?”

My stomach dropped. My uncle?

Donald hissed, voice dripping venom, “Don’t forget, Troy. Without her uncle’s money, your hospital wouldn’t exist. You’re in this as deep as we are. If Kira finds out the truth, we’re all finished.”

I stumbled back from the door, my hand clamped over my mouth to strangle the scream clawing its way out of me. My heart slammed against my ribs, each beat like a hammer blow.

”I never asked to be a part of this, Donald, you dragged me into this!” the doctor yelled.

“Keep your voice down, Troy! If you expose us, I’ll kill you. I'm not going to let you ruin everything I've been working so hard for. Soon the world will see the video of Kira being violated, she’ll lose her dignity and her uncle will take over her company. I will divorce her and marry Lily, just like I planned from the start.”

Each word was a blade, stabbing deeper, twisting until I thought I’d bleed out where I stood.

My uncle. My cousin. My husband. The people I thought had saved me—they were the ones who destroyed me.

“Why go through all this trouble, Donald, just fucking divorce her!” the doctor hissed.

“I need to make sure that Kira is dead so that no one from her family can make trouble for Lily. Everything I’m doing is to prove my love for her.”

Love? My heart split wide open. This was love? To destroy me piece by piece?

Donald had looked me in the eye for three years. He had kissed me, whispered promises to me, sworn he loved me. I had believed him. Foolishly, desperately. But it was all lies.

My vision blurred as hot tears spilled over. My body shook, my soul screamed.

“You planned this for three years, Donnie, to ruin Kira’s life. I want no part in this,” the doctor said.

“I only married Kira so I could get close to her and her family and it'd be easy to strike. Besides Lily has fertility issues and now that she's finally pregnant we have no need for Kira again,” Donald laughed mercilessly.

My knees buckled. My body slammed into the wall, sliding down until I hit the floor. My world was in ashes.

“I’m not going to kill Kira, I will discharge her tomorrow and make sure she's well. If you want her dead, do it yourself!”

“Fine, coward. I’ll do it. But don’t expect another penny from Lily’s father!” Donald snapped.

Their footsteps receded.

And then—I broke.

My chest heaved, sobs tearing me apart. My nails dug into my scalp as I pulled at my hair, rocking on the cold hospital floor. My vision blurred, my throat burned, my lungs shrieked for air.

My womb, my eggs, my dignity, my father, my mother, my future—everything stolen by the people I loved most.

I will make them pay. I will drag them into the hell they built for me.

Donald, Lily, Uncle—they thought I was weak. But I will be their executioner. And when the end comes, the last word they’ll breathe will be my name.

With trembling hands, I reached for the phone, almost dropping it twice before pressing it to my ear.

The line clicked after one ring.

“Mrs. Reeds, how are you?!” Ginny, my terrified secretary, whispered.

“Liquidate all my family’s shares,” I rasped, my voice raw, shaking. “Transfer them to the shell company. Keep it secret.”

“But Mrs. Reeds—if we do that, your father’s company will collapse. Your husband’s project—”

“That’s exactly what I want. And get a lawyer. Draft a divorce agreement. Immediately.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Book flights for me and my mother. In Five days we leave for London. No one must know, especially not Donald.”

A voice cut across the room, slicing through me like ice.

“Know about what, Kira?”

Donald stood in the doorway.