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Chapter 24: Uncontrollable

Spotting a socket near the window, half-hidden behind a tall lamp, she crossed the room in quick, silent steps, plugged the charger in and connected her phone.

After she plugged in her phone, Eira sighed, her eyes drifting around the room as the device slowly came back to life. Having nothing to do, and noticing that the people meant to help her 'get ready' hadn't arrived yet—probably waiting for her to bathe—she decided to do just that.

The bathroom, which she hadn't had the chance to admire the night before, stunned her when she stepped inside. The space was massive, sleek, and futuristic, with various sections designed for different uses. There were a male and female sets of everything—soaps, shampoos, bathrobes, and even slippers—arranged neatly as if the bathroom was designed for two. But what caught her eye the most was the seamless mirror that could enlarge, shrink and disappear on command. She saw it last night.

Eira took a moment to appreciate the luxury around her before getting down to business. She brushed her teeth and took a long shower, savoring the soothing water as it washed over her. Time seemed to slip away, and by the time she was done, almost an hour had passed. Emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush bathrobe and towel-drying her hair, Eira was greeted by an unexpected sight.

Sitting casually on the edge of the bed was the 'old woman' who worked for the crazy guy. She was dressed differently than the first two times she saw her which was always in black. 

Jania was wearing a light blue cropped denim jacket over a white crop top, paired with high-waisted distressed jeans and light-colored pointed-toe heels. Her black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, revealing sharp, glinting brown eyes that watched Eira with amusement.

"I thought you were going to spend the whole day in there," Jania said, tilting her head slightly. "Changed your mind?"

Eira rolled her eyes as she fastened the belt of her bathrobe and tossed the towel aside. "Is this how you treat all your guests? Just walk into their rooms unannounced?"

"The door wasn't locked. Didn't think it mattered," Jania replied coolly, gesturing toward the three maids standing silently nearby. "They're here to help you get ready."

Eira's eyes narrowed. "So over the top," she muttered, but her attention was drawn to the maids. One of them held an outfit encased in transparent plastic, while the others carried trays filled with hair products and makeup supplies.

She turned back to Jania, anger flickering in her eyes. "I'm not doing any of this until you tell me what the hell is going on. This morning, I woke up to find that your crazy boss in my bed, and that's nothing compared to the fact that the guy who practically abducted me yesterday was totally different from the one I saw this morning. Oh, and let's not forget his deep wounds magically healed overnight. So, how about you explain what's happening, who you people are, and what I'm doing here?"

Silence followed her outburst as Jania's gaze met hers, unflinching. Finally, Jania sighed. "I understand your frustration—"

"Get straight to the fucking point," Eira interrupted, her patience wearing thin.

"Fine." Jania's voice was calm but firm. "Get ready and follow me downstairs. You'll get all your answers there."

Eira's brow furrowed in skepticism. "Right, and I'm supposed to just believe you?"

"You know Doctor Liam, don't you?" Jania asked, ignoring her question. "He was the one who performed surgery on you, the one where, from what I've heard, you died and came back to life. He's here, and Master Lyle is his patient. I wasn't lying when I said he's ill."

Eira sneered. "You've clearly done your homework on me."

Jania nodded. "Of course. Master Lyle would expect nothing less."

"And what did you find out?" Eira asked, her tone sharp as she picked up a comb and started running it through her damp hair.

Jania's lips curved slightly, though her eyes remained serious. "That you, Ephyra Allen, are very unlucky. You have a family that wouldn't hesitate to kill you. Your stepmother..." Jania trailed off, shaking her head. "She's really something."

The comb paused in Eira's hand. Her body tensed as the words sank in. "It was my stepmother?"

Jania smirked. "You catch on quick."

A laugh escaped Eira's lips. "Impressive. You managed to find out in a few hours something that would take me a while to figure out. I should thank you."

Jania didn't flinch at her sarcasm. "You're welcome," she said, her tone dry. "Now, will you get ready?"

Eira turned her attention back to the mirror, brushing through her hair with renewed focus. "Do I have a choice?"

"Sadly, no," Jania responded with a tight smile.

"Fuck you."

Twenty minutes later, Eira found herself staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror. The maids had left, and she was alone with Jania again. She had to admit, the outfit they'd chosen wasn't half bad. Her red hair was styled in a loose bun, with soft tendrils framing her face. She wore a black, high-neck ribbed sweater with wide bell sleeves and a cut-out at the waist, showing a hint of midriff. Paired with sleek, black leather wide-leg pants and casual black-and-white sneakers, she looked effortlessly chic.

"Not bad," Eira murmured, trailing her fingers through her hair.

"If you're done admiring yourself, shall we go?" Jania asked impatiently, already moving toward the door.

Eira rolled her eyes. "So impatient. Is this how you treat all your guests?"

Jania shot her a glance. "If it were anyone else, I'd have kicked them out of the room by now."

Huffing, Eira followed her out of the room and into the long hallways of the mansion. They weaved through several corners, descending a grand staircase as Eira tried to keep her racing thoughts in check.

As they descended the stairs, Eira couldn't help but admire the grandness of the mansion. Each step echoed softly in the wide, open space, and she briefly glanced at the extravagant decor around her—artwork that likely cost more than the pay for two of her jobs combined and tall vases filled with fresh flowers. 

The scent of something faintly floral lingered in the air, but it didn't quite mask the underlying tension and anger building in her chest. 

Mariana... Marianna... She'd try to kill her when they realized that she wasn't the same Ephyra from before. 

Rather than trying to control something uncontrollable, it was better to eliminate it, huh? 

Ah, it seems her dearest stepmother's death will be coming earlier than expected.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, a butler appeared, bowing slightly. "Miss Jania, Miss Allen. Doctor Liam is waiting in the dining room, and Master Lyle will join shortly."


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Chapter 25: Rich Imagination

"Alright, lead the way," Jania gestured toward the dining room.

"Yes, Miss Jania," the butler turned to Eira, his voice polite yet distant. "Please follow me."

With a nod, Eira fell in line, her mind racing, wondering where the damned AI was, what explanation these absurd people would give her for their insane master's behavior, and how to deal with the mother-daughter pair when she got to their house. The grand mansion's intricate décor passed by in a blur as she followed the butler and Jania through another maze of hallways.

Her nerves were on edge, and she couldn't help but think about everything that had happened since yesterday. First, she was attacked, then a man suddenly came and took her to his home. Then the AI was nowhere to be found, she fell asleep and woke up to find her abductor in her bed, but the fucker seemed to have turned into a different person overnight! Then she found out her cursed stepmother was behind the attack.

Wow! What a fucking great day it was.

After what felt like an eternity of walking, they finally arrived at a set of large double doors. The butler pushed them open, revealing an opulent dining room bathed in soft, golden light. At the far end of a long, polished table sat Doctor Liam, scanning through the screen of an iPad. He looked up as they entered.

"Ephyra," he smiled at her, standing up from his seat. "I see we meet sooner than expected."

Eira crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at the smiling man in front of her. "Too fucking soon and definitely not in a way I'd like." She uncrossed her arms and walked forward, pausing behind the chair. She looked at him and tilted her head. "You're not curious about why or how I got here, so you must know." She smiled. "It's understandable since you are his doctor. Anyway, I was told I would get some answers when I got here. Are you the one who will be telling me?"

Liam nodded calmly. "I'm sure you have many questions. I'll answer what I can." He gestured to one of the empty seats. "Please, have a seat. Lyle will be joining us shortly, and we can discuss everything."

Eira hesitated for a moment but decided to play along for now. She took a seat, her gaze flicking between Doctor Liam and Jania, who had positioned herself a bit farther from them.

"What exactly is wrong with your patient?" Eira asked, her voice sharp. "Why am I here? And don't give me any more vague answers."

Liam sighed, placing the iPad he was holding onto the table. "Lyle suffers from a very rare condition—something that's affected him since childhood. It has... complicated his life in many ways, especially when it comes to controlling certain impulses."

Eira frowned. "Impulses?"

"Yes," the doctor continued, "but more than that, his condition has caused mental damage to his body. We've been treating him for years, but there are limitations to what modern medicine can do." He paused, glancing at Jania before continuing. "Your presence here... is part of that treatment."

Eira's jaw clenched. "What does that even mean?"

Before Liam could answer, the doors behind her creaked open again, and a familiar presence filled the room. Eira didn't have to turn around to know who it was. The air seemed to shift, a strange sense of tension prickling her skin.

His footsteps barely made a sound on the polished floor as he walked to the table.

Jania was the first to greet him immediately after he took his seat, while Liam nodded at him. Eira didn't bother saying anything to acknowledge him. Instead, she turned to Liam.

"So, is anyone going to tell me what I really want to know?"

"When they're done," Liam gestured to the maids serving them their food.

The maids quietly finished serving the food, their movements precise and silent, before exiting the room, leaving only the butler standing by the door. Liam, watching the maids leave, passed the iPad to Eira. She took it with a skeptical expression, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the screen. Her fingers tapped the edge as she began reading, and it wasn't long before her eyes widened in shock.

"Why the hell didn't anyone tell me that he was the Lyle Aelion?!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp enough to draw attention.

Jania and Liam both stared at her in surprise, their forks frozen midway to their mouths, while Lyle, ever calm, barely glanced at her before continuing to eat, unfazed.

"I thought you knew," Jania started. "I mean, with everything that happened and—"

"You didn't know?" Liam cut her off, raising a brow as he stared at her genuinely shocked expression.

Eira huffed, defensively shrugging. "Well, there are a lot of wealthy people. And it's not like there aren't other men named Lyle in the world! No one has ever seen his face, nor does anyone know his personality. And—who would've thought that Lyle Aelion would be like this?" Her voice trailed off, almost in disbelief, as she looked at the man at the head of the table, the image of the powerful businessman mismatched with the deranged, unpredictable person sitting before her.

Jania, nodding thoughtfully, returned to her meal. "I guess you're right."

Liam, on the other hand, seemed to struggle to keep his amusement in check. He shook his head slightly, a chuckle escaping him.

Eira shot him a glare. "Are you laughing at me?"

Liam quickly masked his expression, waving a hand in denial. "No, no, of course not."

"Yeah, right," she muttered, unconvinced. Her gaze shifted to Lyle, who continued eating in silence. Even the way he ate was unnerving—too quiet, too precise.

She remembered back when she was an assassin, how she sometimes idly imagined what powerful figures like Lyle Aelion were like. She had pictured someone cold and calculating, yes, but never imagined he'd be... what she imagined and more. A man with deeply ingrained power and control, health problems, and odd personalities.

Shaking off the thought, she refocused on the iPad and resumed reading.

"Advanced Antisocial Personality Disorder... Clinical Summary..." she muttered under her breath. Her eyes scanned the lines, noting the grim details of Lyle's condition, the reference to his detachment from societal norms, lack of empathy, and the predatory behavior he exhibited when feeling challenged. But what really caught her attention was the mention of his sensory treatment—calming floral scents that seemed to suppress his volatile tendencies.

Her lips curled in distaste as she continued to read aloud. "In various experiments, if the patient smells this scent, he will not only be calm but also possessive, emotional, and physically engaged—an aberration in his otherwise stoic and calculated behavior. And this will be a completely different personality, so a high chance that his personality will completely change is 98%. And if it continues, it can lead to Dissociative Identity Disorder."

She stopped, staring incredulously at the words on the screen. Switching to Italian, she muttered, "Che sciocchezze!" (What nonsense!), catching the attention of everyone at the table. "Do you honestly expect me to believe this?"

Liam met her gaze evenly and shrugged. "It's the truth. You saw how he reacted when he smelled the scent on your body."

Eira laughed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Really? And let's say he does have this ASPD or whatever. What about his fast healing, hmm? Because a deep cut across one's torso cannot heal overnight. Or did the ASPD do that too?"

Liam hesitated, searching for a response, but Eira cut him off, her expression growing more thoughtful. "Actually... I think I know now."

Jania and Liam exchanged questioning glances as Liam asked, "What do you know?"

Eira didn't hesitate this time. Her eyes locked onto Lyle's, her voice filled with an almost triumphant certainty. "You're a demon. No, not just a demon—you're a werewolf too. That's why you're so strong, why you heal fast, and why you're the most powerful businessman in the world. It must be because you've lived for centuries. And the reason you're so attached to me? I'm your other half, aren't I?"

Her smug smile remained plastered on her face as silence fell over the room.

Jania burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she doubled over. Liam shook his head in disbelief, muttering under his breath, "I can't believe she actually came up with that when there's a logical explanation right in front of her."

But Lyle, ever composed, simply chuckled and glanced at her, amusement flickering in his usually cold eyes. "You have a very rich imagination, Ephyra Allen."


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