Chapter 03: POV — Kieller Voss
Ugh… that girl.
Lyra Vale.
Always walking like she owns the floor. As if the world was made to clap for her.
She looked like a kid who just got her first chocolate — all smug smiles and camera angles. So dramatic, so... perfect. It makes me sick.
She wins one flashy title and thinks she's unstoppable?
Tch. Let her enjoy it while it lasts.
Next event, I'll make sure she remembers who really built this empire first.
I walked back into the dimming hall and grabbed another glass of wine — not to toast, but to drown the rising bitterness. I didn't even wait for the ice to melt. Just glass after glass. Burn after burn.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, her voice still echoed. That fake calm, that irritating elegance.
Like she was untouchable.
She's not.
I'll remind her that kings don't need applause. We build in silence. We strike without warning.
But beneath the alcohol, there was something else festering.
Not just anger.
Not just jealousy.
Something colder.
Emptiness.
The next thing I knew, someone was shaking me awake. My vision cleared — the event manager stood over me, concern mixed with formality.
The hall was empty now.
Lights dimmed. Curtains drawn. Everyone gone.
Only me, passed out on a velvet chair like some pathetic drunk.
I glanced at the time: 12:03 a.m.
How poetic.
The great Kieller Voss, heir to one of the biggest tech empires, lying half-drunk and completely forgotten.
Perfectly alone.
I got up, brushed off my coat, and walked to the parking lot.
Only my car remained.
BMW M8. Custom matte grey.
Cold. Quiet. Just like me.
I unlocked the door and sat inside, letting the silence sit with me. My parents hadn't called. They never do.
They don't ask where I am.
They don't care how I'm doing.
They never did.
People think I was born rich. That I inherited everything. That I walk in silk and breathe privilege.
If only they knew.
If only they knew the cost of being born into a legacy you never chose.
I started the engine and drove. Low music. No destination.
Just... away.
But as I turned onto the highway, a familiar matte-black Lamborghini tore past me — wild, fast, almost out of control.
I clenched the wheel.
But something was off.
the driver was speeding recklessly. Swerving. Like he was either high or completely out of it.
I narrowed my eyes.
This wasn't arrogance.
This was danger.
Just as I tried to catch up, he slammed the brakes — hard — in the middle of the deserted road.
"What the f—"
I barely swerved around in time, heart jumping into my throat. My tires screeched across the asphalt.
And then… nothing.
His door creaked open, slowly.
But no one stepped out.
No movement.
No sound.
Just the hum of her engine and the stillness of the night.
My hands froze on the wheel.
Something was wrong.
Really wrong.
And even though I told myself I didn't care...
My foot tapped the brake.
I had two choices:
Drive away.
Or go back.
But I already knew what I was going to do.
🖤 End of Chapter 03