Chapter 100: The Girls’ First Meeting with Kiara and the Arena
"Step."
The sound of approaching footsteps echoed just as they arrived at their destination. The next second, Kiara emerged from the study room, her dark blue hair swaying slightly with each step. Her obsessive gaze immediately locked onto Mikael, her dark blue eyes gleaming with unmistakable intensity. Smudges of paint stained her pants, a clear sign that she had been immersed in her art before their sudden arrival.
For a brief moment, she stood still, her expression unreadable. Then, without hesitation, she strode toward Mikael, her lips curling into a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"You're back," she murmured, her voice gentle yet carrying an undertone of possessiveness.
Before either Amelia or Lyra could react, Kiara closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around Mikael's waist and pressing herself against him. She rested her head against his chest, her body molding against his as if declaring her claim before their very eyes.
Her grip tightened slightly, her fingers clutching his shirt with subtle urgency. "You were gone for quite a while, Mikael..." she continued, her voice laced with something between longing and quiet reproach. "I missed you."
The words, though sweet on the surface, carried an unspoken message: 'He's mine.'
Amelia and Lyra exchanged glances, both noticing how Kiara subtly pulled Mikael closer, her presence unwavering and unyielding.
After a long moment, Kiara finally turned her gaze toward them, her expression once again unreadable. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes trailing over them with eerie calm before her lips parted in an almost playful tone.
"So..." she finally spoke, amusement dancing in her voice. "These are my sister wives?"
The way she emphasized the last words sent a slight shiver down Lyra's spine, while Amelia's green eyes narrowed ever so slightly.