Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power Chapter 54: Irrational Love

Chapter 54 — Irrational Love

"But how about we make it interesting... with a bet?" Kaden said with a cold smile.

His words once again surprised both Kenan and ris.

ris had already sensed it the first ti she saw Kaden during that eting between heirs, he was not like the usual Warborn. Physically, sure, he was too slender, too elegant. But it went deeper than looks. The way he carried himself... it wasn’t how a Warborn should carry themselves.

Warborns had this wild, aggressive energy around them. Like they were always on the verge of tearing sothing apart.

But Kaden...

Kaden had that wildness, yes—but it was calculated. Controlled. Intentional. His aura wasn’t chaotic—it was asured. And just looking into his eyes, you could tell—he was not soone who moved on impulse.

And Kenan hadn’t considered any of that. He hadn’t even tried to understand Kaden. The mont he realized he was a Warborn, he slapped the label on and decided who Kaden was in one breath.

And now...

Now he was struggling to keep up.

"What? Don’t tell you have nothing to bet on?" Kaden said with clear disdain, turning his head to ris.

"Let’s go, ris. Let’s continue this elsewhere," he added as he rose to his feet.

ris smiled and stood as well.

But as they began to walk away, Kenan stepped forward and grabbed Kaden’s shoulder.

"You’re not going anywhere with ris, I will—"

"If in three seconds, your hand is still on my shoulder..."

Kaden’s voice cut through his words like a blade—low, cold, final.

He slowly turned his head.

"...then don’t bla for what will happen to your arm."

The second their eyes t, Kenan instinctively shivered and stepped back. His hand dropped imdiately.

Kaden’s eyes glowed like a pair of crimson pools, like blood lit from beneath. Not just threatening—but drenched in the promise of death.

One wrong move.

One second too long.

And sothing would be broken—permanently.

Because truthfully, Kaden was tired.

Tired of this entire circus.

His tolerance for nonsense was thin to begin with and if Kenan had dared to keep his hand on him even one second longer...

Then he would’ve lost his entire damn arm.

Was it risky? Yes.

Kenan was from a powerful family. And Kaden was supposed to stay low. Stay unnoticed. Especially with that princess still lurking sowhere in the city.

But he didn’t care.

If things went to hell, he’d just find soone to kill him and start over. Death wasn’t what it used to be for him.

Kaden stared at Kenan a mont longer, then turned and resud walking.

ris followed beside him, her heart pounding not just from the tension—but from excitent. Because the more she watched Kaden, the more dangerous he seed, the more...

The more she wanted him.

And the more Kenan acted like this—

’I want to kill him,’ ris thought silently, darkly.

She was reaching the end of her patience.

But of course, Kenan wasn’t finished.

"I bet 500 gold coins," Kenan called out, voice sharp, strained with humiliation and fury.

He’d been made a fool of. Humiliated in front of ris. And if he backed down now? If he just let this end?

He’d never live it down. Not as the heir of the Fireborns.

So he couldn’t retreat.

He had to fight.

He had to win.

ris nearly turned around, but stopped herself. She watched Kaden’s expression instead.

And it was the first ti she saw that expression on him.

He was grinning.

But not like a predator.

Like a rchant, one who’d just found the perfect rich idiot to scam.

And without even turning around, Kaden said,

"Make it 1000 and you’ve got a deal."

He was trying so hard to keep his voice steady. Trying to hide the absolute delight threatening to burst out.

"YOU—!"

Kenan’s shout was cut off instantly.

"Then forget it," Kaden replied flatly, already walking off again.

Kenan’s face went red. Fire flickered around his body, unstable, wild, and angry.

But neither Kaden nor ris cared.

"I accept. 1000 gold coins," Kenan muttered, gritting his teeth.

Kaden smirked without looking back. "Do you have all that money on you?"

"I’ll need... four days to gather it," Kenan admitted. After all, that was the equivalent of one platinum coin. Not sothing you just casually pulled from your pocket.

"Then we’ll fight once you have it," Kaden said.

And with that, he walked out of the restaurant.

But inside?

’I think I’ve found a giving tree...’ Kaden thought, satisfied to his soul.

ris, walking beside him, was just as pleased. She had just discovered sothing new about Kaden.

’He likes money.’

And now, she was already planning on spoiling him—hard.

She smiled to herself, making ntal notes of how much she had in her right now.

Kenan stood behind them, fists clenched tight, teeth grinding.

You’d think Kenan was just so arrogant idiot who couldn’t see the obvious—that ris was clearly into Kaden and wanted nothing to do with him.

But he knew.

He knew.

He saw it all.

He saw how she looked at Kaden. How she followed him. How she smiled at him.

He knew.

But...

’What do you want to do?’ Kenan thought, heart heavy.

’I... like you.’

Even knowing the truth.

Even seeing it unfold before his eyes.

He couldn’t stop himself.

Because since the first mont he laid eyes on her, Kenan had fallen hard.

To him, ris wasn’t just a woman. She was sothing more.

A fairy. A dream.

And he’d do anything to have her.

Anything.

’Even if it costs gold. Even if I have to humiliate myself. Even if I have to kill him.’

He would do it.

All of it.

Because this wasn’t just so highborn flirtation.

This was obsession.

A weird one to say the least.

But can you really bla him?

In the sa way ris had fallen for Kaden—without logic, without reason—

Kenan had fallen for ris.

They were the sa.

And just like ris would do anything to win Kaden...

Kenan would do anything to win her.

Because that’s how matters of the heart work.

That’s how love is.

It’s irrational.

Chaotic.

It’s not sothing you can understand.

It’s sothing you are subjected to.

You endure it.

And you always get hurt—because loving soone is the sa as accepting the inevitability of pain.

And the most ironic part?

We all seek love in one form or another.

So maybe the question is—

Are we chasing suffering?

Or are we simply unable to escape it, so we pretend we chose it?

I don’t actually know.

But one thing I’m sure of...

Am I saying so bullshit?

Yes.

Definitely.

—End of Chapter 54—