The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

"Silly." She whispered, smiling brightly at him, causing Kiya’s heart to flutter.

Kiya held her and said, "I’ve thought through what you said. If you don’t want to live in the Imperial Palace, stay with the Desmond Family. If Dylan doesn’t want to be the Sultan, then I’ll let the child in Gulit’s belly be.

After all, there’s nothing good about being Sultan, it’s exhausting.

Our Dylan isn’t in the best health, it’s better for him not to be Sultan. I’ll give him lots of money so he can live comfortably."

"Is the child in Gulit’s belly your son?" Paige asked.

"How would I know? I told you, I was dead drunk that night, and have no idea what happened."

"..."

"Don’t be jealous, I was drunk that night and was thrown into her chamber by my Queen Mother, it was just that once, I’ve never gone back."

"..."

"I only like you."

The sweet words were moving, and before Paige could savor them, Kiya began undressing her.

"Why are you... always like this..."

When they first got married, he wasn’t like this.

"You’re leaving tomorrow..." Isn’t that reason enough?

"I read in the news that you’re going to visit Mandanila tomorrow, don’t you need to go back and prepare?"

"No need."

Kiya kissed her, licking her small mouth, saying, "So sweet." He pressed her onto the bed, making Paige really want to kick this man.

The bed began to shake, and Paige really felt that this bed, which they had slept on for over ten years, might fall apart.

"Be gentle."

"Paige, I’m a fool... Such a wonderful thing, and I actually held back my desires for those unimportant reasons..."

"Kiya, don’t turn into a man like your father."

Kiya used to despise his father for being a man lost in pleasures and lacking ambition, so he restrained himself, disciplined and diligent... But, Kiya felt his father lived far more spiritedly than he did.

"There was nothing wrong with my father. But, I will only ever have you as my woman."

This was completely heading towards the path of a fatuous ruler, and Paige felt it necessary, as a citizen of Abyanabad, to advise.

"Kiya, didn’t you say you wanted to be an accomplished Sultan? For your people..."

"Shh... I don’t want to talk about that with you; right now, I just want to hear your moans... Paige, do you feel good? Am I making you happy?"

"..."

"My Princess Consort, I’m willing to give you all of Abyanabad!"

...

Desmond Manor, study room.

Under the lamp, Adrian Desmond looked at the bullet head, it just looked like an ordinary bullet to him.

"Sixth Master..." Brandon walked in.

He casually tossed the bullet head into a box, which was filled with jewelry he had planned to give to his daughter.

"Kiya’s not leaving again?" Adrian asked.

"Mm."

"He’s treating Desmond Manor like his own home."

Brandon said, "Anyway, Miss will return to Sileria City tomorrow, and once she leaves, the Sultan won’t come anymore."

"Mm." Adrian honestly didn’t hope the Sultan would come to his house so frequently.

Brandon said, "Sixth Master, just now Sabrina Conner sent word that Doctor X is dead."

"Tell Sabrina to dispose of the body cleanly; I don’t want him coming back to life like Night Owl." Adrian said, troubled.

Adrian’s mercy had run out.

Curly was his cherished one, and Doctor X nearly took her away with his virus. How could Adrian let Doctor X continue living?

Sienna wished he would become a merciful person, one with flesh and blood, but to protect them, he had to be cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Sabrina dissolved the body in acid." If even with this it could revive, there was nothing Brandon could do.

"I know.

When I return to Sileria City, increase the patrols at the Imperial Palace for me, I suspect Night Owl is still there."

"Mm, our people have been watching continuously."

Brandon came to Adrian actually for business matters, "Sixth Master, since the Sultan and Miss have reconciled, could you ask if the Sultan could return some of the privileges he took?"

Adrian naturally had no way of saying such things, it felt like selling his sister.

After thinking a bit, Adrian said, "If he gives, we’ll take; if he doesn’t, then let’s not mention it."

"I understand."

Brandon was still staying in Abyanabad, handling Adrian’s business matters. Adrian wasn’t worried about the business; only about Night Owl.

Night Owl was like a ticking time bomb in his life, ready to explode and turn his peaceful life upside down at any moment. So, Adrian emphasized capturing Night Owl.

...

The next morning, Paige endured her discomfort to make breakfast for her brother and Kiya.

Brandon mentioned the business privileges to her, knowing Adrian was embarrassed to ask, it naturally fell to her.

She didn’t feel it was shameful to leverage her relationship with Kiya for the privileges Adrian sought.

Adrian was her brother, her blood brother.

Kiya woke early to find Paige missing, startling him, thinking she had run off again.

Gavin told her she was in the kitchen making breakfast, and Kiya’s heart ached, knowing he had kept her up so late last night, her body mustn’t have been feeling well.

"Why don’t you sleep a little longer, doesn’t the Desmond Family have chefs?"

Kiya found the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw the woman he missed there.

"Breakfast made by chefs can’t compare to mine. Wouldn’t you agree?"

"I’m afraid you’ll overwork yourself."

Paige smiled at him directly and said, "Actually, I have a favor to ask, so I’m making delicious food to please you."

Kiya wasn’t a fool, and Paige being direct was better than being roundabout and scheming.

"For your brother?" Kiya guessed.

"Our Sultan, still so wise."

"Kiya!"

Just as Paige disliked others calling her Princess Consort, Kiya disliked Paige calling him Sultan. He was her husband, not her Sultan.

"Alright, Kiya. Could you return those revoked privileges to my brother?

My brother’s been having a tough time lately, with domestic and external troubles, and soon I’ll have two little nephews to be born, my brother has a big family to support."

Kiya cheerfully replied, "Of course."

"Thank you."

"Give me a little Princess, a beautiful one like you."

Paige blushed, "Such things aren’t just because you want them."

They’d been married eight years, never used contraception, yet only had Dylan.

"That’s because I wasn’t trying hard before, but now that I’m so diligent, you’ll quickly give me a little Princess."

Kiya hugged her, placing his hand on her lower abdomen, as if there was already a little life there.

"I’ll promise not to use contraception, but if I can’t conceive, there’s nothing I can do."

"It’ll happen."