Novels by Mimi_xoxo

ALEXI tapped my finger impatiently on my desk, waiting for my computer to finish the search for the documents I wanted. The loading icon circled on and on and showed no signs of stopping. It was slow, but today had been a damned slow day. In fact, everything had been a little shitty lately. Just as the folder I wanted popped up on the screen, the door to my office flew open."Didn't I tell you I didn't want to be dis—"I broke off as I raised my head. I saw not my secretary as I had expected but the one person that could make my day even worse. His considerable paunch led the way in after he shut the door behind him. "What are you doing here?" I asked him, making sure I made my irritation obvious.Whatever his reason for being here, it couldn't be good. Even if it somehow was, we would end up arguing over something, anything. This had happened too many times in the past, and there was no reason to think that wouldn't be the case now. "Hello, Alex," my father, Matthew, said coolly

AMELIA"I have to get back to work."It was the second time in five minutes I was saying these words to Timothy Mitchell. I said it as much to myself as to him. I couldn't keep on hiding out at the house any longer. To get revenge on Samuel and Sophie, I had to be in the public eye again and attend galas, business dinners, and summits, which Samuel would also be attending. Then and only then could I find a way to carefully weave my web around him until he got caught in a trap he couldn't wiggle his way out of. "I know, honey," Timothy said. "But you're definitely getting your old job back whether you resume this week, next week, or even next month."I transferred the phone to my other ear so I could slip on my shoes. It was almost ten minutes to the hour I had set to leave the house. Timothy sensed my growing impatience. He continued quickly, "What I'm trying to say is that the company isn't running away. It's waited three years for you. It can wait a little more. You take some mor

AMELIAI couldn't decide which was redder: Liane's hair or her face. It was as red as a stop sign, a guilty tell if I ever saw one.The silence in the room lengthened, and then Liane started to stutter, "E-Ema, how could you—why would you imply something like that?"I shifted a little in my chair so I could look her dead in the eye. "It's a simple question, Liane. Never mind what I am not implying. Have you, or have you not, been sleeping with Alexander?""No!" she said, but her refusal had come a second too late. She flinched away from my stare and suddenly couldn't meet my eyes anymore.I had my answer.Alexander's voice broke in. "Is this one of your bad, ill-timed jokes?"His eyes were fixed on his plate. His voice sounded totally calm and in control."Do I look like I'm joking?" I asked him. "You're sleeping with her. It's damned obvious.""I wouldn't ever do that to you, Emma," Liane wailed at the same time that Alexander said, "And if I was, how is that your business? It's not

Third-person POV Emily stared at the screen of her phone again in surprise. There was an incoming call from her father. He never called her, choosing instead to pretend like she didn't exist most of the time. As she picked up the phone, in her head, she quickly went over everything she could have possibly done wrong at the company. She got nothing. Or was someone else calling using his phone? The voice on the other end that said 'hello' was definitely Timothy Mitchell's. "Hello," Emily said tentatively. Timothy didn't waste any more time on pleasantries. He went straight to the point. "There is something very important I want to discuss with you in person. You're in town?""Yes?"Timothy exhaled. "Good. I would like us to meet as soon as possible. This evening will be ideal. You can come over to my place.""Is, um—this some kind of emergency?" Emily asked. "No. But it is urgent. Can I expect you tonight?""I think I would like you to give me a heads up first... Dad," Emily said

Third-person POV Alex heard voices coming from the living room area, Emma's was one of them, but he only noticed it in passing. When his foot was on the last stair, he saw her-Liane. There was that look on her face again, the look that said he was the only man in the world to her. The look was gone the next moment before Emma could notice.While he wasn't particularly uncomfortable as he and Emma had not really had any kind of relationship, he knew that it would be pretty awkward for her and anyone else to find out that he had been screwing her cousin. All this passed through Alex's mind in the space of a few seconds, and then he went all the way down the stairs. Deliberately looking the other way, he was heading for his study when Emma called his name. Loudly. There was no way he could pretend he hadn't heard her. Reluctantly he turned. "Yes?" Alexander was a snubbish jerk but she got the impression that he particularly wanted to snub Liane. She waved her hand in Liane's dire

AMELIAWhen I caught myself counting the number of bristles on my hairbrush, I decided I had had enough. Staying here was hell. I was slowly but surely getting bored to death. I hardly ever saw Alexander, and he never spoke to me. Apparently he had been serious about the rule of silence between us. All I had to talk to were the servants, and they seemed scared of me. No surprise there when you factored in the way Emma had treated them. I started to pace the room—my room. It was large, airy, and spacious, but lately it had started feeling like a prison or cage. My phone briefly lit up as a notification popped up on the screen. I grabbed it and called Timothy. He answered as soon as it began to ring. "Hi love, It's so good to hear from you," he gushed. I twirled a lock of my hair over and over on my finger as I patiently waited for him to go through his routine of asking me about a hundred times how I was doing. After he had run through his questions, I could finally get a word in