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3RD POV
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There was no announcement or a family gathering as when Kally had first arrived in the mansion. And nobody questioned Dario's sudden appearance, not to Ilay's or Kally's face. They instead whispered to each other behind closed doors.
Their curiosity grew even deeper when the three of them spent the first night in the same room.
"Who is he?"
"Why is he here?"
"Why are his clothes in their bedroom?"
"Why did he sleep with them when there are so many empty rooms?"

The whys spilled from overfilling when Dario had his breakfast with the family.
Ilay and Kally were the only people at the table who seemed to enjoy their meal heartily.
Dario grew slightly uncomfortable from the constant curious glances thrown his way. He would have chosen to live with Ilay and Kally in a secluded house rather than tolerate so many eyes and mouths.

Kally drank some water, letting her gaze fall on Dario, who sat on the other side of the table. She smiled secretly, understanding exactly how he was feeling. She had been there. The only difference is that he seemed to be bothered by them while she had pulled her tough pants on and showed them they would have a hard time trampling on her.

Milan mostly looked furious as he glanced at Dario and then at Kally, noting the soft glow in her eyes as she watched Dario.
Luka, on the other hand, was more curious about why his brother had allowed another man in his house and bedroom. He had once heard about Ilay's sexual preferences which went both ways. But seeing it with his own eyes was a cause for disbelief. What was more shocking was how Kally appeared unbothered, and even...welcoming.

He wanted to pull her away from the others and ask her how she was doing. If she was comfortable with this sort of arrangement or if she wanted to run away. There was no guarantee that he would hide her for long but sometimes emotions blind one so much to see any reason.

Elena caught the crossed countenance on her husband's face that made her heart twist with envy. Never before had she felt threatened by a woman as she was with Kally. She, at one point, suspected that Kally was using black magic to have the men in the house follow her like dogs. And now another one had shown up whose history was unknown. Elena was certain that the little witch had convinced Ilay to bring him home because she never seemed satisfied with him.

She scoffed in her mind glaring at Kally, wishing she could choke and die at that moment. How happy she'd be being free from the constant worry of being Ilay's next punching bag.

The plan to frame her had gone horribly wrong. Ghost Skull had used the information she had sent them to build a relationship with Kally instead of making it seem as if they had hired her.
It had flopped so badly and both Irina and Aya had paid the price.
She had to now walk on eggshells around Kally, lest she lose an entire arm or a leg.

As a maid was refiling Luka's drink, she accidentally tipped the bottle and spilled its contents on the table which in turn splashed over at Dario's food.

"I'm so sorry!" She cried falling on her knees instantly and bowing in Ilay's direction.

Dario frowned, taken aback by the maid's behavior. 'Should she not be apologizing to me!' he asked reaching for a paper towel to pat dry the sleeve of his dark blue polo shirt.
Kally chuckled from the other side watching both Dario and Ilay's faces. Her taunting gaze met Dario's and he frowned even harder.

Ilay sighed, sounding exhausted or uninterested, or both.
But when he heard Kally laugh, his attention fell on her, trying to see through her weird reactions sometimes.
"Just clean the mess will you?"

"Ye-yes. Thank you."

He turned his head to Kally, a single brow raised as he saw how cute she looked when laughing. But no face could beat her angry face. It was his weakness from the very start of their messed-up relationship, which was now gradually twisting into a complex one.
"Don't you have classes today?"

She let out a flirtatious smile. "Aren't you going to drive me there?"

"Er...about that...I'm giving Dario a tour around the city."

Kally's lively face contorted into a harsh frown. "Can't he go by himself? He's not a child."

"Oh, Kelly." Ilay pinched her nose lightly. "Are you jealous? Does this mean that you're starting to like me?"

She rubbed her nose glaring at him. "Only Dario is blind enough to like you... Besides, I never got a tour. Isn't that unfair?"

"You never asked for one," Ilay gave a plain answer sitting straight. "If you want one now, we can-"

"No need. I'll have someone else take me."

It was Ilay's turn to frown. His eyes raked through his family, wondering who Kally would choose over him, and they landed on... Luka. A tinge of jealousy appeared in his heart. A feeling that was so alien to him that he mistook it for a wisp of momentary dislike.
Ilay brushed it off and rose. With one last light glance at Kally, he turned and left the room.
Kally didn't stay long after he left, taking with him Dario and saving his ass from the eyes about to rip him open for answers.

Even though she'd never admit it, having those extra people in the house sure added excitement to anything and everything. Even a simple breakfast had been choked by the tension in the air.

    
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In the end, Ilay and Dario had to drive Kally to school. And just as Ilay expected, the two fought over who would occupy the passenger seat. When the quarrel lengthened than Ilay anticipated, he threw the two of them in the back and acted as their driver.
As customary, two more cars joined them for security, which gave Ilay comfort as he drove the car.

"I didn't realize you're still a baby," Dario poked smiling at Kally.

"If I'm a baby, then you must be an old man. Look at the gray hairs on this head of yours." She touched Dario's head and then ruffled his hair to provoke him. "Should I help you dye it when we're back at the house?"

"Tsk! Stupid bra-"

Annoyed, Kally grabbed Dario's left nipple through his shirt and pinched it hard.

"Grrhh!" He grunted doubling, his breathing growing heavy.

"Someone's nipple is quite sensit-"

"You'll fucking pay for that!" Dario groaned, grabbing and pulling Kally to him, and she quickly crossed her forearms over her breasts, protecting her nipples from any attack.
But Dario was stronger. It didn't take long to make her defense crumble and grab a nipple. "I'm usually this petty, but since I can't beat the crap out of you, I'll just-" he twisted it hard and Kally screamed out.

Hearing her agonized cry, Dario grinned feeling very proud and satisfied with himself. But when he looked up and met Ilay's stern gaze, all the smugness was knocked out of him without need for any words.
He released Kally, breaking the chilling eye contact with Ilay. While he couldn't touch Kally with any sort of violence, Ilay had promised to punch the life out of him if he misbehaved.