You're All I Need, Girl!

Kleiner watched every move Vyschella made. The ballerina's legs have been trained since the age of four. Yes, little Vyschella has taken ballet classes specifically for children in the hope that when she grows up she will become a prime ballerina in one of the most famous ballet theatres in her country, London.

"Shit! I almost forgot that she was Cia, and not Cyra. A Royal Ballet ballerina who had to bury her dreams because of her parent's prohibition!"

The two men's eyes never left staring at his wife. He feels guilty of not supporting Vyschella and helping to make her the all-time famous ballerina.

"I'll support you, Cia! Support so that you can achieve your dreams without you knowing! I hope that one day, you'll be honest with me about your identity before I destroy the Demougust family!"

Kleiner gasped at seeing his wife so happy. After talking to himself, the arrogant man immediately clapped as Vyschella finished her dance.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

"Good! Excellent, CiーCyra!"

'Shit! I almost missed calling her Cia! If that happens, my plan to turn things around will be ruined!' cried Kleiner in his mind.

The young master of the Stonevrustarios family walked towards the wife, who was still flabbergasted by his arrival, but the woman retreated in an orderly fashion.

'How about this? Does he know that I'm not Cyra?' Vyschella asked herself.

"What's wrong? Why are you keeping your distance from me? I'm your husband, aren't I?"

Kleiner walked over to his wife, who was afraid her identity would be exposed. Meanwhile, Vyschella kept retreating regularly so that Kleiner couldn't reach her. However, he is not aware of the danger that threatens him.

"Careful!"

Kleiner shouted, warning his wife that there was danger behind her ready to threaten her safety.

"Ah!"

Vyschella stumbled across a roll of wool rug suitable for the Turkish winter. No one knows who put the carpet there.

Yep!

Quickly, Kleiner caught Vyschella's beautiful body which was about to fall, though in the end both of them fell as well.

"Ah!"

Kleiner supported Vyschella's body with his so that she wouldn't feel any pain. However, his actions this time made the man's hand sprain.

"Ohh? Thaーthank you."

Kleiner looked at his wife's beautiful eyes, who were looking at him with concern. Meanwhile, the man just realized that he has a beautiful wife, although he is still reluctant to admit it.

"A-are you okay, Kley?"

Kleiner was lost with the thoughts running through his mind. He wasn't sure how he felt right now, but why didn't the man try to open his heart to his wife's presence?

"Kley? Are you ok?"

Vyschella's soft voice snapped Kleiner out of all his thoughts about his wife.

"Would you like to be on top of me? Looks like next time you'll have to be on top of me all night!"

'That's true! Why don't I stand up first?!'

Vyschella asked, silently confirming Kleiner's call.

"I'm so ... sorry!"

Vyschella tried to get up from her husband's body. However, Kleiner's hand held back the round-eyed woman's intention.

"Aargh!"

Kleiner untied the towel shirt Vyschella was wearing. The white towel is also open and showed part of his wife's almost flawless body. Vyschella's blushing red face was visible, and Kleiner subconsciously smiled.

"I saved you, didn't I?"

"Hmm, yes. Then?"

Kleiner tossed his wife's hair and stared at the reddish skin on her neck. The man smiled again when he saw the red mark he made last night.

"I've saved you, and you ask, then?"

Kleiner smiled faintly.

"Don't you have a brilliant idea in your head?"

"IーI said my sincere thanks to you earlier, didn't you hear?"

'Shit! Who dared to bother me when I was with Cia?!' asked Kleiner, in his heart full of anger.

Kleiner reached for his smartphone in his jacket pocket with his right hand, while his left hand gripped Vyschella's right arm, as he wouldn't let her run away from him.

"What's the matter, Oscar?"

"Ohh? Sir, I'm distressed about you."

The assistant's voice on the other end infuriated Kleiner.

"Then?"

"Then, why did it take you so long, Sir? Did you lose the brown envelope that Mr. Semyon Boldayev gave you?"

Kleiner glanced at the clock on his right wrist for a moment, then immediately answered the question from his assistant.

"Of course not! Just wait and don't talk too much!"

Click!

Kleiner hung up in a huff and put it back in his coat pocket. He looked at Vyschella so sharply that it made her heart flutter.

'What does this man really want?' Vyschella thought as she lowered her head.

"Think of a way of thanking me!"

"Hmm? What way of thanking do you mean?"

A smile appeared on the corners of Kleiner's lips, and Vyschella was sure that his sight was right.

'This Himalayan iceberg can finally smile too! And, oh! His smile puts me at ease and ... hey! What am I talking about? Wake up, Cia! This cold man is your twin brother's husband!' cried Vyschella in her mind as she realized that her feelings were wrong.

Kleiner looked at his wife warmly. Occasionally, he kissed Vyschella's arm up to the woman's neck.

"Pay with your body tonight!"

"Wーwhat?!"

Vyschella's round eyes glared at her husband, who was kissing the smooth skin of her arm.

"What's wrong? You refused your husband's request?"

"Nーno!"

"And then?"

"Nーnot like that!"

Kleiner touched her chin and brought his face closer to give his wife a soft touch of rosy lips. However, Vyschella hastily pushed her husband's shoulder with all her might.

"Don't we do it every night?"

'Shit! Why did she remember that?!' cried Kleiner in his heart.

He tried to find the right and reasonable answer so that he no longer had to find excuses if he wanted to spend a long night with his wife.

"What's wrong with all that?"

Kleiner touched his wife's chin again and brought his face closer to hers. The man born in London, England, even this, pressed his lips to Vyschella's tiny lips.

"Open your mouth!"

Vyschella blushed every time she served Kleiner. But as a wife, there was nothing else but to obey to be a good wife in Kleiner's eyes.

'You're all I need, Girl!' cried Kleiner in his mind.

**

Brack!

Kleiner sat in the back of the car, and he stared at Oscar, who had not budged since seeing him get into the car.

"What's the matter, Oscar? Are you sick?"

Oscar took a deep breath and replied, "No. It's just ...."

"What?"

"I'm so tired of waiting for you, Sir. Didn't you just take the brown envelope? Why did it take so long? And, why did you delay the meeting with Mr. Semyon? And, one more thing ...."

Oscar looked at Kleiner in surprise and didn't know what else to say.

"And what?"

"And where's the brown envelope, Sir? Did you lose it?"