Chapter 13: I meet with Laurent

Lira said, "I'll be back," as she headed towards the door of the estate. But before she could take another step, Vadal's voice sounded out, "Wait." Lira turned back to face him, a hint of curiosity in her voice, "Huh? Do you need something?" She asked, her eyes locking onto Vadal's.

Vadal stared at her, his hand stretching out towards her. He handed over a stack of documents, his voice calm and even, "This is for you." Lira's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed in confusion as she took the documents from Vadal. She opened them slowly, her eyes scanning the contents.

As she read through the documents, Lira's eyes widened in shock. The papers appeared to be a transfer of assets, a significant portion of Vadal's wealth being transferred into her name. She was stunned, her mind reeling with the implications. Vadal, her billionaire husband, was handing over a substantial part of his fortune to her.

Lira's emotions were in turmoil, a mix of shock, fear, and confusion swirling inside her. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, unsure of what to make of Vadal's actions. Why was he doing this? What did he want from her in return? The questions swirled in her mind, but she couldn't find the words to ask them.

As she looked up at Vadal, Lira saw a calm and collected expression, but her mind was racing with fearful thoughts. She realized that she was in a precarious position, that Vadal's actions could be a trap. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Thinking back to what Laurent had told her yesterday, that she should transfer Vadal's assets to his name. But as she looked at the documents in her hand, she felt a pang of guilt and hesitation. "No, I can't have this, husband," she said, trying to return the documents to Vadal. But Vadal's gaze narrowed, his eyes flashing with a hint of possessiveness. "I gave it to you, you are my wife. What is mine is yours, so keep it and you can use them however you wish."

Lira's eyes narrowed, her mind torn between the temptation of having control over Vadal's wealth and the guilt of taking something that didn't belong to her. She looked at Vadal, trying to gauge his intentions, but his expression was unreadable. "No, babe, you shouldn't give it to me now. This is not the right time. I don't want to have this document, it's your hard-earned wealth," she said, trying to sound convincing.

A smirk appeared on Vadal's face, but Lira didn't notice it. She was too caught up in her own thoughts and emotions. Vadal's eyes seemed to gleam with amusement, as if he knew a secret that Lira didn't. "Why?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his eyes never leaving Lira's face.

Lira scratched her hair, stuttering as she tried to come up with a response. She didn't know what to say, didn't know how to explain the turmoil that was brewing inside her. She felt like she was trapped in a web of her own deceit, and she didn't know how to escape. "I...I don't know," she stammered, her eyes darting around the room as she searched for an escape.

Vadal's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he looked at Lira. He seemed to sense that something was off, that Lira was hiding something from him. His smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with a hint of suspicion. He leaned forward, his voice low and menacing. "Phoenix, what's going on? What's really going on?"

Lira bit her lips, her mind racing with thoughts of how to explain her meeting with Laurent to Vadal without making him angry. She knew that if she told him the truth, he would be disappointed and might not give her a chance to get close to him again. She whispered to herself, "How should I explain it to you, Vadal, that I met with Laurent yesterday, and you will not get angry and understand me?" She was torn between telling the truth and keeping the secret hidden.

Her mind was a battlefield, with two opposing voices arguing with each other. One voice told her to tell Vadal the truth, to be honest and open with him, and to work towards a healthy and strong relationship. The other voice warned her that if she told him, he would be disappointed and might walk away from her. The voices clashed, each one trying to convince her to take a different path.

Vadal's eyes never left Lira's face, his gaze piercing and intense. He smiled, but it was a cold and murky smile, one that sent shivers down Lira's spine. He thought to himself, "Is this the sign that you want to be with me, as you claim? Is this the sign that you have loved me and want to be with me? Does this show that you want to make things right?" His smile was a reflection of his doubts and uncertainties about Lira's intentions.

Lira's eyes met Vadal's, and she saw the cold smile on his face. She felt a surge of fear and anxiety, and her voice trembled as she spoke. "Actually, I have something to confess," she stuttered, her words barely audible. Vadal's eyes narrowed, his interest piqued, and he leaned forward, his voice low and husky. "What is it, little phoenix? What do you need to confess?"

Lira's heart was racing, and her mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. She knew that this was a moment of truth, a moment when she had to decide whether to tell Vadal the truth or to keep her secrets hidden. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on Vadal's, and began to speak. But what would she say? Would she tell him the truth, or would she keep her secrets hidden?

"I meet with Laurent yesterday when you were not home," Lira confessed, closing her eyes and waiting for Vadal's reaction. She had expected him to be angry, to yell and scream, but instead, she was met with silence.

The silence was deafening, and Lira's heart was racing with anticipation. She had never seen Vadal react like this before, and she didn't know what to make of it. She slowly opened her eyes, and saw that Vadal was still sitting calmly, his expression unreadable.

Vadal's calm demeanor was unsettling, and Lira felt a sense of unease wash over her. She had expected anger, but instead, she was met with a calm and collected Vadal. She didn't know what to make of it, and she felt like she was walking on thin ice.

Lira's voice was laced with confusion as she asked, "You are still sitting down calmly, are you not angry at me?" She couldn't understand why Vadal was not reacting as he usually did. She had expected anger, but instead, she was met with a calm and collected Vadal.