The Billionaire's Kept Woman

  What Keira wanted wasn't a blood bath. She doesn't want any of her family to kill just for her. She doesn't want killing, who would want that? But seeing Johanna's expression took her to the days where they were young sisters. 

Johanna was fifteen while Keira was eleven. They were in a camp that time when she got lost in the woods and a boy at the age of seventeen somehow, she was naïve and the boy tried to take advantage of her. He even pointed a knife at her to make quiet as the boy would touch her body. She was so young at that time but before she knew it, a high kick was shoved to the man's face. 

  It was like a movie when Johanna stepped on the man's groin, kicked the knife from the man's hand, and beat him up so badly that he couldn't move and somehow, their dad found them and reported on what happened. The teenager was high on drugs and drunk at that time. That year was the last time she stayed with Johanna for long. She stayed in American mostly and only came home during Christmas Vacation to New Year's vacation. She would also rarely come home for summer. 

"What was that?" MJ asked. "It seemed like your whole family, or should I say siblings are different." 

  Keira sighed and sat down. 

"Well, Johanna was overprotective as Harvey." 

"So, it isn't the first time that she said such things?" MJ asked. 

"Nope. She's more different than you think." Keira told her. "I had seen her overprotective many times. She even ripped apart a cobra for me." Keira chuckled and shook her head. 

  MJ never thought that their family could be this bigger. She wanted to know them since Harvey said that she's already in the family. Also, Keira was always kind and even her mother. It's just, some weirdos are in the family and they are ready to kill and risk their lives to protect the Precious Princess. 

  The door opened as Johanna came with fruit juices. 

"I just ordered this fruit a while ago." She said and served it. "Chill your head, I'll take care of your ex-best friend's fate." 

"Jo," Keira weaned. 

"Don't worry, I won't do any crime, baby sis." Johanna winked. "By the way, Conrad is sick and so, he's staying in my office." 

"Alright." Keira signed MJ to the drinks and Johanna left. MJ and Keira looked at each other. "See?" 

"Yeah, I got you there." 

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  Violet stayed at Victor's house for a day to wait for him. She told him that they might inject another dose to control him and so she asked him to act as their puppet. Slowly, Victor will be back to her. She won't let anyone have him again. However, the details that they found out were quite disturbing. Victor might have something more in his head. 

  The door opened as Victor entered. He knew that she'll be there. He locked the door and approached her. She smiled at him, stood on the sofa, and kissed him. 

"Why are you here again?" He asked. 

"You haven't turned me to your company." She smiled and he carried her from the sofa to his bedroom. "Can you tell me more about your sister?" 

"I thought you wanted me?" He sneered at Violet as he lifted her shirt.

"So, do you remember me now?" She asked as she let him do whatever he liked in her body. 

"Not entirely." He grumbled and undressed her further. 

  Violet laid down while he got busy between her legs. It's been a while since she last felt it. He became aggressive and when she felt his lips to her and a sharp pain inside her, she knew that he's been hard for long. She gasped when he started thrusting hard. She didn't care much about the pain but the pleasure that she's feeling. 

  The aggressive lovemaking ended and he fell asleep. However, Violet has to leave. She dressed up, stared at the girl's photo, and kissed his lips. 

"I love you. I'll visit you soon." 

  Victor opened his eyes and reached her hand. 

"When are you going to come back?" He asked. Although his behavior was sometimes like a robot, he still had a heart. Victor still has his heart and brain intact. She sat beside her and caressed his face. 

"I'll come back soon. How about tomorrow?" 

"I'll wait for you." 

  She smiled and kissed his lips. 

"You have to eat a lot and drink your medicine, alright?" 

  He nodded and gently squeezed her hand. He finally let her go. The moment that she left his apartment, she went directly to the rendezvous near the Golden Age. She has to speak to Conrad. They've been teamed up together to search for Victor's sister, however, they both fail to find her. Conrad has been going around for years when he's not on his mission and found no traces. And just recently, Violet found the parents' tomb and there's a little tomb next to them. 

"Sorry!" Conrad approached her wearing a surgical mask as he coughed a bit. 

"Are you sick?" Violet creased her brows. 

"Yeah… simple fever. I think I am not used to not working in the fields." He said. 

"Alright," Violet showed him a photo. "This is the cemetery where Victor's parents' tombs are located." 

  Conrad bowed his head and looked at it closely. 

"Uh, his sister is dead?" he asked. 

"Yes," She sighed. "I think Victor has been living all these years thinking that his sister is alive. It's one way to cope up with living." 

  Conrad's heart was shattering inside. Victor should know it. He couldn't come home because no sister is waiting for him. 

"Then, the adoptions are fake because at that time, Hannah Grace was supposed to be adopted but it turned out that she's already dead. I don't know how this happened or maybe Victor stayed on the memory that his sister is still alive since he doesn't want to know the truth." 

"Adoption?" Conrad mumbled. "It only meant that she died at the age of seven or when she turned seven." 

"Yes," Violet nodded. "But, do you think Victor has schizophrenia?" 

"No." Conrad shook his head. "There must be a foul play here." He creased his brows. "I don't see any signs that Victor has schizophrenia, he always promised that he'll see his sister and find her." 

"To confirm that he's not delusional, we have to dig it up and find DNA." She mumbled. 

"And if you find her DNA?" 

"Game over." She mumbled. 

  Conrad shook his head. He didn't want to agree that Victor has been pretending all these years to them that his sister is alive. He knew that there nights that he had nightmares and nights that he missed her. He always heard him mumble that Hanna, I'll come to you. So much for a brother that has a sister complex. But he doesn't have that, he simply loves his sister who looks like a beautiful doll. 

"I'm sorry," Violet said. "But no matter the result, we have to accept it." 

"I'll help you. When will you operate?" 

"I'll send you details." She stood and took the photo. "But you are sick, how about your lover?" 

"I'll keep her safe." Conrad smiled and then he stood. Violet was on her way to the door of the café but she stopped seeing Johanna who had her eyes on her. The cold gaze, she knew that it was familiar. She also knew that Johanna isn't a simple woman that Conrad fell in love with. Conrad quickly approached her. "Are you worried about me, babe?" 

  Johanna only looked at him and walked past him. 

"Go back to the office. I'm just buying Keira something sweet. She's pissed." 

"Oh, okay. I'll wait for you." Conrad said. 

  Violet knew that there's something about Johanna. She's probably a little like Harvey and she wondered if Harvey and Johanna are real blood. She smirked and walked toward Conrad and patted him. 

"Poor you." Violet pouted her lips which she isn't used to, just to show that she pitied him. 

  She sighed and went to the parking lot. She drove her motorbike around the city until she thought of the place that she'll go. She drove round and round and round until she decided that she had to visit that graveyard. It was five hours drive from the main city and she had to be there first just in case that someone would dig it up. Somehow, the place is in the suburbs. She can just pay someone for it. But she wanted to see the place where he grew up. 

  Driving to it, she went directly to the cemetery. No gate or people are patrolling to it. It's just a plain graveyard for people. She walked around with flowers in her hand as she went to the spot where tombstones that haven't been clean for years seemed to look new. She reached for her phone and called Viper after a few rungs, it was answered. 

"Did you clean their tombstones?" She asked. 

"No. Bull and Chameleon did." Viper said and yawned. "By the way, Boss wants us in the torture room today. You should come back." 

"Torture room?" She tilted her head as she stared at Hannah Grace Murphy's Tombstone. 

"Yes," He yawned again. "Our patrolling will end now." 

"Alright." 

  She looked at the tree nearby as she hung up. She started stabbing the part where she could install a spy camera.