Kianna’s Pov:
I gushed awake abruptly and sat on the bed.
"Can you hear Kianna?" The voice ca through again. This ti I recognized it imdiately. It was Mordred’s.
I sighed with relief and went to unlock the door. He stood there, still in his dark clothes, hair slightly ssy and the edge of exhaustion softening his sharp features.
"I didn’t an to wake you," he said quietly. "Just wanted to make sure you’re okay before I crash."
I nodded, my lips curving into a faint smile. "I’m fine. Just... can’t believe any of this happened today." I replied, stepping aside.
He stepped inside, glancing around the room like he needed to be sure everything was safe. "You should rest," he murmured, his voice gentler now. "You’ve been through enough tonight."
Why’s he acting as if he’s my boyfriend for real? Is he that into it? Or I’m just overthinking it.
I sat on the bed, pulling the blanket up to my lap. "And you? Aren’t you tired too?" I asked him, raising a brow.
He gave a half shrug and tilted his head, as if quite satisfied about my question, before replying. "I’ve had worse nights, this one is manageable."
Offcourse he’s soone who could actually kill. I’m not so sure about myself but one thing is for sure, staying away from him will be as impossible as being loved by Maddox.
I watched him as he pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down beside , arms folded, gaze distant. The quiet stretched between us, broken only by the soft hum of the wind outside.
"You don’t have to stay here," I said softly. "I’ll be fine."
His lips twitched into the faintest smirk. "I know. But I’m staying anyway."
For so reason, that simple sentence made my chest tighten. He leaned back, eyes still on , and for a mont the fierce, cold mafia boy looked almost peaceful.
Within minutes, the tension of the night began to fade. My eyes grew heavy, and the last thing I saw before sleep pulled under was Mordred — sitting silently by my side, watching over like so dark guardian.
The Next Morning,
When I woke up, the sunlight stread through the thin curtains. The chair beside my bed was empty, but a tray sat on the small table filled with a warm breakfast, a toast, and a cup of coffee that still stead.
My chest fluttered at the thought. He actually stayed until I fell asleep and got breakfast the next morning? Wow, he’s not that bad Kianna.
I caught myself grinning foolishly before I got up, stretched, and reached for my phone on the nightstand — only to freeze when the notifications started flooding in.
20 missed calls, 45 ssages and 7 tagged posts. So from classmates, friends and offcourse haters as well.
I frowned, what the hell is happening? I hope everything is alright. And with that I quickly opened the school forum app, and my stomach dropped.
There it was — post after post, photo after photo.
"Rich Girl Drama: Mafia Boy Saves His Girlfriend?"
"Kianna Martin caught up in a family gunfight!"
"Who is Mordred Sinclair really?"
Videos of the chaos at the mansion. Blurry pictures of Mordred carrying out. Even one of us on his motorbike. The captions were wild, twisted versions of the truth.
And the worst part? The post was uploaded by Anonymous again. The sa person who uploaded a photo of Maddox and Mordred fighting in front of my dorm.
No one knew who this person was, but they always posted things no one else could possibly know. Scandals, secrets, and now... this.
My pulse spiked as I scrolled through the comnts.People were calling reckless, dramatic, even saying I staged it all for attention. As if I wanted them to know.
Whoever this Anonymous person is, I feel like they’re preying on my personal life. But who exactly will do this?
My head began aching and spinning with all sorts of thoughts. But just when I was about to be drowned in it completely my phone began ringing.
I checked the screen and the na popped up, Lysander.
I swiped to pick up, trying my best to sound okay, I whispered softly.
"Hello?"
"Kianna! Did you see it? The whole forum’s going crazy! What the hell happened last night? Are you okay?" His warm, gentle but a bit anxious voice ca through quickly.
"I’m fine." I replied, pacing the room. "Just a bit tired, I’ll tell you everything when I co back to school."
"Ahhh, thank goodness you’re okay." he said, " But do you know the person who uploaded this footage? I was trying to get them to take it down, but their na is Anymonous." He added in concern.
Even he is confused just like I am right now. "I don’t know.. lysan." I whispered, covering my eye with my left palm.
" Whoever they are, they were there last night and probably saw everything unfold."
"Do you think it’s soone from the house? Or..." Lysander hesitated. "Soone close to you?"
I froze. My mind instantly went to the people who could’ve known — Maddox, the guards, maybe even... Mordred?
No, he wouldn’t. Would he? I an it’s stupid to think of it. Why would he make scandals about the two of us for fun? It doesn’t make any sense. Probably Mordred, he has a valid reason to ss with my reputation.
Before I could think further, the door opened quietly behind . Mordred stepped in, phone in hand, his expression unreadable.
"We need to talk," he said. "About whoever posted that."
I turned, pulse still uneven from the shock of everything. His face was calm, but his eyes were cold and focused, like he’d already made ten calculations in his head.
But before I could respond, Lysander’s voice ca through from my phone.
"Hello? Hello, Kianna, are you okay? Who’s that? Hello?"
I couldn’t respond, so I ended the call with a swipe. Then I finally lifted my head to stare at Mordred properly.
"You must be very annoyed.." I said softly,like I don’t already know he is.
He nodded once, jaw tight. "I am not just annoyed but feel threatened. And I already contacted soone to trace the source. It’ll take a while, but we’ll know who this bastard is soon enough."
I blinked in awe. Of course he did, what else do I expect from soone like him.
"So how are we going to track the person down? And how sure are you that this person could be tracked?" I asked him.
He walked closer, resting one hand on the table beside the untouched breakfast. "This isn’t so random gossip, Kianna. The footage was taken from an angle only soone inside the mansion could’ve had access to."
My heart skipped. "You an... soone from my house? You must be joking."
"Either that," he said darkly, "or soone who’s been following us for a long ti."
The words made my skin crawl. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the endless comnts again — liar, drama queen, fake heiress. It was like the whole internet wanted to see fall.
"This is insane," I murmured, rubbing my temple. "Why would anyone go this far just to humiliate ?"
His gaze softened slightly. "Because you’re not just you anymore, Kianna. You’re my problem now. And whoever did this knows that."
Before I could answer, his phone buzzed. He swiped it, pressing it to his ear. "Talk."
He listened silently for a few seconds, his expression darkening. Then, with a sigh, he muttered, "Patch through."
I watched him, anxious. "Who is it?" I asked him.
"The hacker," he said after a mont, turning the speaker on. A distorted voice male voice ca through, It was cool but slightly robotic.
He began,
"Sinclair, I tried tracing the origin. Whoever this ’Anonymous’ is, they’re a ghost. No tadata, no digital trail. The uploads are rerouted through multiple encrypted channels."
"So you can’t find them?" Mordred asked, voice laced with irritation. And he began pacing to and fro in the room.
"No one can. Whoever this person is, he or she is brilliant. Smarter than most professionals I’ve seen. It’s like they want you to chase them." the voice replied.
"Shittttt!" Mordred yelled and hit the wall with his fits.
"What the heck, Mordred calm down! Are you crazy?"
I yelled at him. His chest was rising and falling with breathless gasps.He was so tense, you could see his knuckles looked pale and was bleeding around his phone.
Gosh, how will I manage to take care of soone like him? He’s so unpredictable. I really want to tell, scream and scold him for his terrible anger control.
But anyways, I need to chill first. I can’t worsen the situation by scolding him.
"Calm down Kianna, he’s a spoiled biker mafia. Don’t let him get mad at you." I whispered under my breath. Still staring at him.
He exhaled deeply and ran his hands through his hair. Before turning back to the phone.
"Keep digging," he ordered coldly, then ended the call.
"So, we’re just supposed to wait?" I asked calmly, trying not to sound desperate or weird.
Then he finally looked at , eyes burning with determination. "No. Waiting isn’t my thing."
He took a step closer until his presence filled the space around , his scent was dark, clean and intoxicating — wrapping around my senses.
"I’ll find a way," he said quietly. "But for now, we stay away from campus. The last thing I need is you walking into a sea of gossip and vultures."
That made my lips part slightly. Who does he think he is?My guardian?But I guess I have no choice either way.
" For how long?" I asked him.
"Until I say it’s safe." His tone left no room for argunt. "I’ll handle the dia, the posts and everything. You just..." he paused, gaze softening slightly...."stay where I can see you."
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "You sound like you own ."
He tilted his head, eyes glinting. "Maybe I just don’t like seeing you get hurt."
Damn, that was random. The air thickened, humming between us. He broke eye contact first, running a hand through his ssy hair again before turning toward the door.
"I’ll co back tonight. Don’t open the door for anyone except ." he murmured, then closed the door behind him. Leaving behind the faint scent of his cologne and a racing storm in my chest.
Why does he always find a way to catch off guard? It’s unsettling. And why the hell does I always feel flattered when he speaks like that? Kianna, co back to your senses girl.
I slapped myself on the cheeks, then sank right back onto the bed, exhaling shakily.
"Haa, thanks to that Anonymous bastard, I can’t even go to school."
Whoever he or she is, they are not just so bored student, they are watching my every move. And sohow... I feel like they’re closer to than I think.
They should keep hiding, because the mont I get hold of that stalker. One of us will definitely end up in the hospital.
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