Chapter 136 Madness Looks Good On You
Kira’s POV
I stared at the phone screen with excitement, and the headline slapped me right in the face:
ONLY DAUGHTER OF FREDERICK SUMMERS, MIRANDA SUMMERS, COMMITTED TO PSYCHE HOSPITAL AFTER BIZARRE DOG-KIDNAPPING RAMPAGE
I didn’t freeze in shock.
I burst out laughing so hard the phone nearly slipped from my hands.
A loud, ugly, belly-deep cackle that bounced off the walls and made my eyes water exploded out of my throat. “Oh my God…yes!”
Victoria grinned like she’d just handed me the winning lottery ticket. “I knew you’d love it! My mate showed me this morning…you know they had a thing in the past, and I literally couldn’t wait to show you. I told you the surprise was worth it.”
I was already scrolling, my heart racing with the kind of wild glee that made my fingers shake.
The article painted the whole insane picture… Miranda caught in the field at dawn, raging like a possessed lunatic.
Was she unconscious till dawn? Was she that terrified?
I couldn’t help but be proud of Leah. She traumatized her for life!
The article said she’d stolen a poor woman’s golden retriever, dragging it around by the collar while screaming at it, “Turn back! Turn back into Kira right now! I know you’re her. Stop pretending! Shift, you stupid mutt! They are all pretending to be animals, but they are ghosts!”
It didn’t stop there. When a college girl walking her own dog tried to help, Miranda lunged, hands around the girl’s throat, choking her while howling, “You’re next! I’m gonna kill you. Just like we did to Kira, and you’re going to come back as a pig!”
I tapped the embedded video and nearly died laughing all over again.
There she was… the untouchable Miranda, the ice-queen princess of her parents… in a straitjacket, hair wild, mascara streaked like war paint, strapped into an ambulance. She thrashed and cackled at the camera like a movie villain on bath salts.
“There are ghosts everywhere! Vampires! Witches! People turning into animals! I’m the chosen one…that’s why I saw it first! If you doubt me, come closer! Let me push you off the balcony just like we did to Kira…she came back to life! People don’t die! They just come back wearing new skin. I’m not insane!”
“Sweetheart, you are insane,” I said out loud in a fit of laughter.
The video showed her as she started barking… actual dog sounds between the screams, then she switched to begging the camera in this creepy baby voice, “Bring me the dog… I need to finish the ritual… Kira’s inside it… I can feel her… I need to finish what we started and kill her for real this time!”
I kept replaying the clip, tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard.
Every new absurd line made it better. She started chanting, “Kira is a wolf! Kira is a wolf!” while trying to bite the nurse who came to sedate her.
The nurse dodged, and Miranda head-butted the wall instead, still laughing maniacally. It was the most unhinged, hilarious, karma-soaked disaster I’d ever seen.
I finally paused the video and exhaled, my chest heaving. “They can’t spin their way out of this one. I want front-row seats to watch Mommy and Daddy try to cover it up. Good luck with that press conference, you bastards.”
I kept scrolling, and the next article hit even harder:
POLICE LAUNCH FULL INVESTIGATION INTO DEATH OF LATE KIRA SUMMERS FOLLOWING MIRANDA SUMMERS’ CONFESSION — “NO STONE LEFT UNTURNED”
My smile widened. But then I read the next line out loud, and my smile faltered.
“The Summers family still enjoys the full backing of billionaire Adrian Draven, raising concerns that justice may never truly be served for the late Kira Summers and the truth will remain hidden.”
What the hell?
I frowned so deeply my forehead hurt. Why is he still backing them? This is the perfect moment to bury them so deep they never crawl out alive. Why is he protecting those monsters?
This was not the plan.
The article kept going. Mr. and Mrs. Summers had released a statement admitting “insanity runs in the family.”
Their late daughter had apparently “fallen to her death because of it,” and now the same sickness was “claiming their other daughter.” They begged for prayers instead of public scrutiny.
Then came the killer part: when asked how that was possible since the two girls weren’t even blood-related, Frederick Summers gave a cold “no comment.”
The reporter straight-up accused him of an affair with Evelyn… claiming maybe Kira had found out he was Miranda’s real father and that he cheated on her late mother… and they’d killed her to shut her up.
I stopped reading right there and let out the longest, most satisfied breath of my life.
Slowly… I almost had my revenge on those bastards.
I was going to sit back and watch them crawl, beg, and bleed in public. Every lie they’d told, every slap, every locked door… it was all coming back to bite them in the ass.
And if Adrian tried to play another game, if he betrayed me one more time…
Leah’s voice cut in sharp. “Our mate will never betray us.”
I grinned, still staring at the phone. “Wow, you really are his biggest cheerleader. Go grab some pompoms and start doing cartwheels for him already.”
“Have you ever seen a werewolf with pompoms dancing?” she shot back, dead serious.
I pictured it… Leah in wolf form, fluffy tail wagging, actual sparkly pompoms in her paws… and actually shivered. “Weird. So weird.”
“Exactly,” she said, her chin lifting with infuriating confidence. “My point still stands. He’s our mate. He won’t betray us.”
A breath slipped out of me… slow, heavy, edged with disbelief… as I shook my head. “You really don’t know anything about men, Leah,” I said, my voice carrying the weight of someone who’d been alive longer than her.
Her lips curved, stubborn and unshaken. “Maybe not,” she admitted softly. Then I felt her flicker with certainty, something deeper than naïve hope. “But I know him. I know our mate.”
I couldn’t keep arguing with her when there was literally no time to waste.
I spun toward Victoria so fast she actually jumped and clutched her chest.
“I want to go visit someone,” I said, my voice flat and final.
Victoria groaned like I’d just suggested jumping off a cliff. “Not again. The king is not going to be forgiving this time.” Then she narrowed her eyes at me. “Where exactly do you want to go, Princess?”
I didn’t blink. “Where is the king right now?”
“On the other side of the hotel, handling a meeting before we leave.”
“Well,” I said, already heading for the door, “take me to him. I want to see him now.”
Inside my chest, the decision locked in like steel… I had to end the Summers before I traveled back with Adrian.
Either that… or I wasn’t going anywhere.