Bedmates Soulmates novel Chapter 72

She’s Not My Sister 

With a roar, Kira grabbed the nearest thing she could find–a teacup, and flung it at Georgina. 

‘Fuck!‘ Georgina ducked, almost twisting her ankle. ‘Bitch! What are you doing?” 

The teacup landed on the floor, shattered to pieces. 

Georgina, red in the face, stepped around the hospital bed and aimed straight for Kira. 

She’d tossed the fan aside. 

Her right hand was raised, ready to slap her half–sister. 

Kira sidestepped out of her range. 

She regretted throwing the cup. 

Not because of Georgina 

The hospital bed was between her and Georgina. 

What if the cup had landed on her father? 

Despite the rage surging through her heart, Kira clenched her fists and resisted the urge to punch out. 

It was her father’s room. 

She didn’t want to make a scene here. 

But Georgina had no such concern. 

When her first attack failed, she growled and kicked out at Kira. 

Her stiletto heel stuck Kira on the left calf. 

‘Ow! 

Kira’s knees almost gave out at the sharp stab of pain. 

Georgina grabbed Kira’s hair, hauled her head up and slapped her hard on the face. 

Kira saw red. 

She raised her arm and hit back 

“Bitch!‘ Georgina screamed. 

‘That’s enough!‘ Helen shouted. 

She had been sitting down when Kira came in. 

Now she stood up, took two quick strides toward Georgina and pulled her daughter behind her, like a protective mother hen. 

Georgina stuck out her tongue at Kira. 

Kira’s hand was still poised in the air. 

‘What? Helen crossed her arms and glared at Kira. ‘Are you going to slap your own mother after your attacked your elder sister?” 

Kira froze. 

Helen’s words stung more than the physical attack. 

The woman stood by and watched when Georgina kicked and then smacked Kira. 

Now she was pinning the blame on Kira. 

Kira ignored the pounding pain in her heart. 

She put down her arm slowly. 

“Elder sister?‘ she snickered. ‘My father only has one daughter. Are you admitting you cheated on him and gave birth to this bastard child while 

u were still married to him?‘ 

“How dare you!” Helen hissed. 

Her face had gone pale. 

“Kira Hewitt, shut your trap!” Georgina snarled. “She is your mother! How dare you take that tone with her!” 

She stepped around Helen and lunged at Kira. ‘I’ll tear off that mouth of yours if you don’t know how to use it properly!” 

Helen turned her face away, pretending she didn’t see her daughter was about to assault her other daughter- 

Georgina was half a head taller than Kira, and she was wearing five–inch heels. 

Kira’s arms and shoulders were still sore from a night spent on the cramped cot. 

And she was feeling light–headed without breakfast. 

She shielded her head from the flurry of fists as Georgina rained blows on her. 

Her arms were bruised and hurting. 

Irritated, Georgina unclenched her fists. 

She made her right hand into a claw and was going to scratch Kira’s face with her long, sharp nails. Try and dodge this!” 

But her hand didn’t reach its target. 

An impossibly strong force gripped her wrist and stopped her mid–motion, before yanking her backwards. 

“You touch her again, I’ll break your wrists.” 

A man’s glacial voice startled everyone in the ward. 

Kira recognised the familiar masculine scent. 

Austyn. 

He was standing beside her, their shoulders almost touching. 

Kira looked up and saw his sharp–featured face. 

His Jaw was clenched. 

He still had his hand clamped around Georgina’s wrist 

Her face was a mask of pain. 

“Mom, help! Georgina screamed. 

“Let go of my daughter! Helen sprang into action. 

She tried to push the man away. 

He didn’t budge. 

“Let go!” 

“Let go!‘ Helen bared her teeth. 

She was going to bite on his hand when Austyn struck out. 

He drove one foot into Helen’s knee. 

Helen’s knees buckled. 

She grasped at the bedside table to save herself from falling. 

‘Mom!‘ Georgina shrieked. 

The pain had radiated from her wrist to the rest of her arm. 

Her face was sheet white. 

Helen managed to pull herself up. 

She glowered at the man who just barged into the room and attacked her and her daughter. 

Who the bell was he? 

Austyn held her gaze. 

Helen read from those black, fathomless eyes a murderous intent. 

She looked away quickly, as if scalded. 

Helen had seen people from all walks of life. 

She considered herself a pretty good judge of character. 

Right now, she judged herself to be in the presence of a predator. 

Her back was drenched in sweat. 

‘Sir, please let go of my daughter.” 

Helen kept her eyes trained on her daughter’s wrist, still shackled to the man’s strong hand.