Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 53: Demon’s Bride

Finally, they pulled up to Lyle’s expansive, brightly lit estate. The driver escorted her inside, and Jania appeared to guide her through the grand entryway and the lit corridors.

"He’s waiting in his office," Jania whispered, giving Eira an encouraging nod before turning away.

Eira sighed, knocking on the door before slowly opening it and stepping inside, closing the door behind her.

She looked up to see Lyle standing by the window, silhouetted against the dim evening light. Dressed in all black, he stood with his back to her, staring out into the vast gardens as he swirled a drink in his hand.

"Sit," he said, his voice low and steady, though he didn’t turn to face her.

Eira pursed her lips and shrugged. "I’d prefer standing."

"Check if what’s on the table is everything you asked for."

She arched an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard. "What?"

"The table," he repeated, his tone unchanging. Her gaze shifted, following his direction to the meticulously arranged papers and folders that lay in perfect alignment. Near her side of the table were two documents placed side by side, along with a set of keys and a small card embossed with her name.

Curious, she moved closer. The documents were a deed of ownership for a penthouse and a certificate of title for a Ferrari Portofino. Next to them lay a sleek set of car keys and a small card embossed with her name. Eira’s fingers traced the edge of the card, picking it up as she asked, "What’s this for?"

"A credit card," Lyle replied, finally turning to her, his gaze sharp. "With a fifty million dollar limit."

Her lips curved into a half-smile as she took the car keys and twirled them between her fingers. "You really are crazy rich, huh? I suppose that explains why you’re at the top of the business world." Dropping the keys and the card, she held up the documents, glancing over the details. A wave of memories hit her—the luxury, the power, all things she had known as Eira Kingston, and now Ephyra Allen would have them too.

"Thank you," she said softly, a hint of genuine gratitude in her voice.

Lyle’s expression didn’t change. "You don’t have to thank me. We had a deal—you’re fulfilling your part; I’m fulfilling mine. Have you handled your engagement?"

Eira crossed her arms, a shadow passing over her features. "You mean, when am I going to deal with that bastard and my stepsister?" She sighed, her voice laced with irritation. "Simply leaking the videos online seems too easy now. I want the people who actually matter—their peers, the ones in their social circle—to see it. Those are the opinions that will hit hardest, the ones that could really hurt Myra and the Latham family. But as for how to pull it off... I’m still working on it."

"If you need anything, just let Jania know. And, Liam mentioned he’ll need a blood sample from you for some tests."

Eira rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically. "Sometimes, I feel like some kind of lab rat. Or maybe like a dutiful wife trying to save her husband’s life." She chuckled. "And getting married to you only makes it stranger."

Lyle didn’t reply, his attention now seemingly absorbed by something on his phone. She studied him, irritation flaring as she felt dismissed. After a moment, she huffed, "You know, calling me at this time of night just for this? That’s not normal. It’s almost like you’re allergic to daytime conversations. I keep telling myself you’re not a normal human, and honestly, you just keep proving me right."

Lyle finally looked up, his violet eyes darkening. His face was blank, but something in his gaze felt cold, even dangerous, and Eira’s confidence faltered.

She took a step back, pointing hastily towards the door. "Right, well... I think I’ll be going now. Thanks. Bye!"

Without another glance, she hurried out of the room and down the hall. Her heart raced as she nearly collided with Jania, who was waiting outside.

"Whoa, whoa," Jania laughed as she steadied her. "What happened?"

Eira shivered. "I think I said something that made him angry. He looked at me like... like he was some kind of demon."

Jania stifled a laugh. "You say that now, but you’re going to be the demon’s bride soon enough. Come on, I have something for you."

"What is it?" Eira asked, falling into step beside her as they headed towards the stairs.

"I had Han investigate your stepmother while he was investigating you. I thought it was strange she knew someone like Rico. He uncovered some... interesting details."

"What did he find?"

Jania’s expression turned thoughtful. "Your stepmother was an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. By fourteen, she was taking on part-time jobs, likely to save up and leave as soon as she could. By eighteen, she had moved out and was living in a small apartment with a roommate. Marianna was clever, and one of her friends from the orphanage happened to be Rico."

Eira’s brow furrowed as she absorbed each piece of the story.

"Rico was a troublemaker and got noticed by a gang leader who eventually recruited him," Jania continued. "Not long after, Marianna left the shared apartment and somehow moved into a much more upscale one. She wasn’t working during that time and even had a pregnancy test done at a hospital. Within a year, she landed a job at an exclusive nightclub—one that your father often visited."

Eira raised an eyebrow. "Interesting."

"The night before your parents’ wedding, your father requested Marianna specifically to serve him and his friends. And even after he married your mother, he kept going back, always asking for her."

A smile tugged at the corner of Eira’s mouth. "Sounds like my father might not be Myra’s real father." She met Jania’s eyes. "Is Rico dead?"

Jania nodded. "Yes."

"Is there anyone from the local gang who was close to Marianna’s old boyfriend and is still alive?" Eira asked, her mind already racing with possibilities.

"We can find out," Jania replied.

"Please do. I have a few questions that need answers."

Jania tilted her head, giving her an appraising look. "Are you staying the night here?"

Eira crossed her arms, frowning. "Why?"

Jania raised her hands, chuckling. "No reason. Just thought you might be tired. Besides, you’ll be living here soon—might as well start getting used to it."

Eira sighed, the weight of the day finally settling on her. She yawned and stretched. "You might be right. I just need to text Elma, so she doesn’t worry when she finds my room empty."

Jania smiled as she guided Eira down a hallway. "Let me show you to your room."

Eira followed, glancing around the grand house as they walked. "Is it the same one I stayed in before?"

"Yes." Jania stopped in front of a familiar door and gave her a warm smile. "Goodnight, Eira."

"Goodnight." Eira stepped inside as Jania closed the door behind her. She pulled out her phone and typed a quick message to her maid.

Ephyra: Elma, I forgot to mention that I’ll be out early tomorrow for the art project I told you about. Don’t worry if you don’t see me in my room in the morning. Goodnight and sweet dreams.

With a sigh, she placed her phone on the nightstand, slipping under the covers as her eyes grew heavy. Just before sleep claimed her, a thought surfaced, sparking a small smile:

Alan must have had quite a surprise.

|Half An Hour Earlier.|

Alan got out of his car, smiling all the way to to the entrance. He suddenly stopped, forgetting to take the gifts Myra’s mother gave him that he placed in the trunk.

He walked back and pressed the key. Immediately, the trunk opened up and instead of the gifts, he saw three men, tied up and gagged.

Alan’s eyes widened as he stared at the bound men crammed into the trunk of his car. Shock, disbelief, and a creeping sense of dread flitted across his face as he staggered back, barely managing to keep his balance. His heart thundered in his chest, trying to process what he was seeing.

The three men were barely conscious, their faces battered and swollen, eyes half-open as they looked up at him with a mix of fear and pain. One of them mumbled something through his gag, his voice a muffled plea, but Alan caught enough to feel the heavy weight of dread settle deep in his gut.

"What... what is this?" he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else. He glanced around the empty parking lot, hoping for someone—anyone—to appear and make sense of the bizarre scene, but he was utterly alone.

Swallowing hard, he fumbled for his phone, intending to call the person who had sent the men. But just as he unlocked the screen, a notification popped up—a new message.

The sender was an unknown number, but the words on the screen sent a chill through him: "Surprised, Alan? This is just a taste of what’s to come. Consider it a warning. Next time, you won’t be so lucky. Neither you nor your fiancée."

Alan’s mouth went dry. He didn’t need to guess who was behind this. But... how?

The memory of his last encounter with Ephyra flashed before him. She’d seemed fine earlier that evening, too fine. He had expected her to be broken, distraught, vulnerable. But tonight, she’d been calm, just as she’d been ever since her accident.. She was... different.

He had sent these men to her, certain she wouldn’t be able to resist them, let alone fight back. But he couldn’t have imagined this outcome. This wasn’t the Ephyra he knew. She was someone else, someone new.

His gaze drifted back to the men lying in the trunk. Did she know that he had sent them? And if she did... what would she do now?

His blood ran cold as the implications sank in. No. He shook his head, trying to steady himself. No, she wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t.

But the question that lingered in his mind wouldn’t go away: How on earth had she done this? And, more urgently, What the hell was he supposed to do now?

"Fuck!" Alan hissed, kicking the side of the car and running his hands through his hair, disheveled and panicked. No one could know about this. Especially not his mother.

Desperation clawed at him as he stared at the men, his mind racing, knowing he was in way over his head.