Novels by Mira

“I will take my leave now.” Nana declaredIt was a few minutes past 7:P.M when she said her goodbyes and left the estate. Olivia began to set the table for dinner with an indifferent facial expression. After arranging the table, she stood a few steps away while Andrew and Beatrice had their dinner.“You should have the table cleaned up, okay?” Andrew said to Olivia in a voice of authority. At the end of their meal, she helped Beatrice to get on her feet. “Thank you, Darling.” Beatrice curved a hand around Andrew's waist in a romantic way.Feeling a wave of rage, Olivia averted her gaze as the couple headed to their bedroom. With a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips, her looks were sinister. “Monster!” She muttered beneath her breath and started to clean the dining area.In a few minutes Olivia was done for the day, she wiped her face and pulled off her apron. A train of thoughts started to run through her head as she stepped inside her new room that was next to the couple's

Andrew's Point of View.I was completely spent when I got home. Beatrice was standing in front of the dresser mirror and tending to her acne face. “You seem exhausted,” She turned to face me.“Yeah, It was such a long day at work today” My voice was strained. I paced around, darting my eyes away so as not to meet Beatrice's gaze that was staring back at me through the mirror.“I'm sure you had a great day at home? Babe,” “Of course yes. Olivia won't let me raise a finger.” A smile stretched across her face…. Can you believe she did a manicure and pedicure for me today? I think we should consider upping Olivia's pay…..Never have I met such a hardworking fellow.”Mentally, I rehearsed my response before I could speak. “Let's watch her for the first three months, okay? If she doesn't change then we can consider upping her pay.”She shrugged her shoulders in agreement. “Guess what?” She stood up, walking towards me.“What?” “I have missed you all day, babe.” She threw her arms around me

Olivia.“Make love to me, Andrew.” I repeated and pulled off my gown.He moved backwards with the cheque in his hand midair. “Olivia,” He breathed out my name. “This money will make a good difference in your life. Think about it.” “You are right,” I lied. And I am grateful.” His face relaxed. It's obvious he was clearly sick in the head for thinking that his new status as a billionaire could make any difference in the irreparable loss and pains he had caused me. With zero remorse on his face he handed the cheque to me. “Thank you, Andrew.” I grabbed the cheque, and forced a smile that creased the corners of my eyes. "This money is nothing to me.” I started to shred into pieces.“Olivia!” His voice thundered “What are you doing?”“No amount of money can ever equal what you might taste like, Andrew.” I flashed him an inviting glance and cupped my breasts with my hands. “ I want to have a real taste of you.”“I am married to Beatrice for heaven sake!”“One-time sex with me won't chang

Andrew's Point of View The press clustered around our mansion as I and Beatrice drove out in a Bentley. They were shoving themselves apart just to have access to our car.“Answering a few questions from them won't hurt,” Beatrice stated, passing me a knowing look. I slowed the car and wound down the glass.“Congratulations, Mr Andrew. Please tell us how you feel about becoming the husband of heiress of The Chase’s.” A blonde haired lady said into her recorder before bringing it close to my mouth.“I feel great about it?” I said curtly.Then there came another lady stretching her hand enough just so her recorder could near my mouth. “We learned it's a contract marriage, please, could you tell us if the terms are any stringent?” I held my breathe and swallowed a lump. “I would rather not disclose that to the public.” “How does it feel to become an accidental billionaire?” A voice trailed over, and with that I wound up the glass and drove by.We remained silent throughout the rest o

Olivia “That's the heiress; Beatrice, who is my granddaughter. And her husband; Andrew.” My new employer; Nana, informed me, craning her head to my side. “It's in their house I will be needing your service, Olivia.” Dazed, I pinched myself to be sure that it wasn't a dream. My heart started to pound at an increasing rate. I felt my head spin. No, this wasn't happening. I fixed a burning gaze on Andrew, but it was abruptly sliced when Nana spoke again. “He used to be my chauffeur for the past two years, but he is a man of noble character.” Nana paused as if to filter her words. “He becoming the heiress' husband was a matter of luck and fate, you know.” Unsure of a suitable response to give to Nana, I only nodded my head.Andrew? The monster that tricked me with fake kindness has suddenly stumbled upon riches? I was feeling a swell of rage, but I feigned indifferent facial expression, except for when my eyes caught Andrew's questioning gaze that I shot him a cold stare. If it were a

Andrew's POVCareful not to make a sound, I gently pushed the covers aside and got up. I wore my clothes, tiptoed to the other side of the bed, and grabbed Olivia's bag. My gaze was fixed on Olivia as she slept peacefully. I quickly brought out my phone and took a few pictures of Olivia's naked body. With these pictures I could proudly say to my friends that I had had sex with Olivia, and lay my claim on the bet we staked on her. I retrieved the money from the bag and tucked it inside my side pocket, and before stepping out, I shot Olivia a final look. My chest tightened as I felt a pang of guilt, but I ignored the feeling knowing that survival is for the fittest. For the past two years I have worked as chauffeur at Chase’s Family, and my meager paycheck could barely afford me any comfort. Bye Olivia, I muttered and stormed out of the hotel room.It was almost 8:am when I returned home. I was getting ready to go to work when I received a text message from my employer; Nana. [Hi, Andr

She could feel her blood boiling as tension gripped her inside “Calm down, Samantha.” She said to herself, placing a hand over her chest. She pushed the covers off her body and stood up. She thought of reaching out to Alfred to disclose the message she had received from Ethnan to him, but on a second thought she decided to keep it all to herself. She would have all the time to face Ethnan, but until after the launching of her new company. She had seen enough to know the importance of financial strength for a woman, so she wouldn't allow anything to step in her way now that she was close to achieving her biggest dream.She tucked a chunk of hair behind her ears and stepped inside the bathroom. One hour after she had hit the road, with her favorite music blaring from her car. She arrived at the place where she would have an interactive session with a group of experts over a geographical choice to situate her company building.Dressed in a dark blue, fitted gown, Samantha walked into th

Ethnan's eyes burned with rage as he sat across the table. “Where is this coming from, man?” He hit his hand hard on the table that Alfred flinched.“She sent in her withdrawal later this morning.” Alfred said calmly. “I couldn't convince her in any way.”Ethnan let out a laugh and cleared his throat. “I know the trick you both are trying to play,” he blurted. “But, guess what? It won't work. I don't care if my ex-wife has decided to pull out from the project we had at hand or not, all I care is I will look for her to the end of the world and get my son back.”Alfred rose to his feet, bending his neck forward until he was an inch close to Ethnan. “Point of correction.” His voice was thick. “He is not your son in every right!”Ethnan shoved him away so that he staggered to gain his composure. “You are an idiot! I will go to any extent to get my son.” He pointed a finger and added, “And If I want I will bring Samantha back into my life.”The following day Alfred boarded the next availa

Note to my beautiful readers: I felt the need to breathe life into my characters, hence my decision to switch from my previous POV to second POV. Thank you for being here in the first place. Samantha ignored Ethnan's question as she quickly grabbed her son's hand. “We need to leave right away.” She declared.“Can someone tell me what's happening here?” Alfred roared, throwing his hands in the air.As Samantha retreated her steps toward the car, holding tightly to her son's hand, Ethnan's eyes were pinned on her. The memories of the past flooded his mind, ushering in a sense of deep regret. “Shit! He muttered underneath his breath as Samantha zoomed away.“This is crazy, man!” Alfred turned to Ethnan. “Can you at least tell me what's happening?”“Stop pretending, man!” Anger spilled from Ethnan's voice. “I don't care about your pretense, all that matters to me is the safety of my son!”“What son?” Alfred's tone fell low.“Atlas is my son! I need not be told by anyone. The resemblance

Ethnan's POV If there's anything sure about me it was my lack of interest in attending special events or date nights. Never have I set out to sort for a nice spot for any event or celebration in my life. Had my father never considered taking charge of my wedding venue, hell would probably have turned cold before I could get my way through it. But, the level of enthusiasm I have been putting in just to sort out a nice spot for this dinner date was crazy. I felt insanely happy after finding a sweet spot that was all shades of luxury. I pulled out my phone to text the name of the place to Alfred, but I quickly decided against it and dialed his number instead. “You wanna speak to my Dad?” A soft voice asked through the receiver. “I'm guessing you are Atlas, yeah?” “Yes, I am.” He affirmed, and from the background I could hear chuckles and throaty laughter. Alfred was having a good time with his woman obviously. “Can you—” I couldn't complete my intended question as my voice was

Samantha.“He needs to go now, okay?” I made an attempt to loosen Atlas's grip from Alfred's wrist, but Atlas shrugged in resistance. “I want to go with my daddy.” Atlas cried, his voice echoing through the hotel room. The way he and Alfred have bonded within these few days, came as a total shock to me. They seemed as though they had always known themselves all their lives.“Sweetheart,” Alfred uttered calmly, placing a hand on Atlas's shoulder. “I need to go now, so that you and Mummy can retire to bed early. Remember you two had a long hour flight down to New York.”Silence settled in for a while. Atlas gently loosened his grip and turned toward me. “Come here,” I opened my arms and pulled him in. “Don't be sad, okay. You and daddy will have all the time together tomorrow while I get busy at work.” Locking his gaze on mine, Alfred moved closer to me. “I forgot to tell you something, Samantha.” He said in whispers. “My boss will be meeting you after work to give you all the flowers

Ethnan's POV “How was your trip, Man?” I ushered Alfred inside my living room. He rolled his eyes and a sheepish smile spread across his face. Without saying a word he sank into the sofa and wiped a hand across his face.“You seem drunk.” I uttered after studying his mood for a while. I picked an enveloped file from the center table and nudged it toward him. “You have been laughing like a fool, man.”“I am not drunk.” Alfred's voice came out clean. “I will tell you what's up with this mood of mine. But, first let's see what's in here.”I stood up to get a bottle of wine from the refrigerator when Alfred started to unseal the envelope.“Ethnan!” He screamed so loudly that I nearly lost the grip of the wine in my hand. I craned my head to his direction and his eyes were almost popping out against the document in his hand.“Calm down.” A big smile spread across my face as I held his gaze. “I was shocked too when the sales department gave it to me yesterday.” “Over a hundred awaiting re