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Kira POV
I slapped him smack on the cheek along with his ear at the same time.
"What's wrong with you?! Why couldn't you do just this simple thing I sent you to do?! How difficult could it have been just to secretly kill a girl you are bigger than?
" Please forgive me ma'am. I was going to do it but some other guy took the stabbing instead of her.
It was because of him I couldn't even..." I slapped him again before he could even think of completing his sentence.
"You couldn't handle something so easy! Get out of my sight. You are not getting paid for anything now!" I yelled.
The man quickly got up and left.
I had sent this man to kill Kendra since I finally had her life in my hands the moment she strayed off. I could have just done it myself.
That brat would have been dead by now if not for this fool that couldn't do his own job properly.
I would have taken her place in everything.
It's good there is still one advantage of having the same face as hers.
I could easily just hire someone to do my evil bidding and they would do it just because I was the daughter of the great and powerful Mr and Mrs Donaldson.
I'll get you next time Kendra.
Kendra POV
Threatened, deceived, kidnapped by my own parents. Is there really anyone in this world that I can truly trust at all? Of course not.
That's why I had to stop trusting. The moment that Kira was let to start her games with me was proof enough from the start that my parents didn't care but how couldn't I see it?
I even had to apologize to them and also tell them I forgive them. So all this while they were actually using me?
All this while, the only thing they cared about? Ugh! I hate everyone! I hate everyone! Even Kris didn't come to check if I was even at home.
I guess it wasn't his business anymore since we were now divorced.
What a miserable life I have. I'm sure that, compared to the beggars on the street, they were definitely having it much easier than I can ever.
For the two weeks I had to rest from marriage, my parents still had to add salt to my wounds.
They would come to my room wherever they had the chance and threaten me more.
And each passing day, I knew more and more that my parents actually hated me.
They had long ago chosen money and their so called reputation over their own daughter.
Everyday I was only given breakfast and that was it. I felt sick, I felt myself getting thinner by the day and there was nothing I could do about it.
Should I go to the police? No. My parents would bribe them for sure and will definitely have me locked up in their place till they needed me for something.
My next wedding day came and went. Now I was seated in another husband's house of whom I didn't care to know the name of this time.
I just pretended he didn't exist and went on with my life alone.
"Kira. Why have you been so down since the day we got married? And look, it's caused you to get skinny. You know I don't like it when..." he was saying then stopped.
"You probably don't even care." he added and got up.
He was probably thinking or hoping that I would come out of my nonsense and at least try to stop him but I didn't.
I didn't care what would happen to him. I didn't care if he felt bad or was very disappointed when I didn't.
I didn't stop him from leaving the room and I was actually happy when he left just me in there for the rest of the nights.
I didn't interact with him. I didn't even ask for food from maids. I was just there in the room meant for I and my husband, only eating when the maid remembers to bring me food.
I maintained my silence for more months before the new husband of mine finally decided on his own to end things with me.
He himself, brought the divorce papers and I happily signed it without any stress.
He looked disappointed but that wasn't a bother to me. I was very happy that it happened this way.
I wish I had done this to the men before him. I didn't want to enter my parents' mansion but I did since it was the only place I could go after being divorced so I quickly packed up all my belongings and took a cab home.
My parents were at home and they frowned the moment they saw me walk in.
"Why are you here?" Dad asked.
I didn't give an answer and started walking towards the stairs to get to my room.
"Stop right there young lady! Your father asked you a question!" Mom said.
I stopped and looked at them tiredly, and with disgust written all over my face I replied to my father's stupid question.
"I got divorced." I stated.
"How? Who gave you the permission to do that?" Mom questioned.
"Go and ask your fourth son in-law that question. I'm tired." I said and began walking up the stairs.
I felt my hair being yanked backwards and I ended up falling backwards and on my butt while my luggage hit hard on my ankle after falling with me.
I screamed in pain as I held on to my ankle which now hurt like crazy.
My mother had done this to me. And luckily for me I hadn't really gone far in the stairs.
"Mind the way you speak to us. You wouldn't even be in existence if not for I and your father you trash." mom said in a serious tone then returned to sit beside dad as they pretended nothing had happened and focused on the movie they were watching earlier.
I struggled to get up and with the great pains in my ankle and also in my heart, I pushed myself to climb up the stairs with my luggage in hand.