Ethan was running behind a thief. As he got him and tried to snatch the bag, the thief pushed him, causing him to stumble on his feet. The thief, attempting to escape, darted into a nearby small alley. After balancing himself, he turned around; suddenly, a car halted just an inch away, causing his heartbeat to race rapidly.The car door opened slowly, revealing black heels, followed by a perfectly manicured hand reaching for the door. A woman wearing black sunglasses appeared from the car.Defiantly standing before him, a woman's stance contrasted starkly with the chase chaos. Before he could react, she grabbed the purse from him. He regained his footing, standing up to the accomplice of the thief. He found himself face to-face with.... a beautiful lady. Describing her differently was impossible. She was captivating the orangish hue of the sunset illuminating her made her look even more beautiful, almost ethereal. She raised her arm, ready to throw a punch at him. Ethan caught her sm
“I would like to raise a toast to Mia Anderson, the best lawyer in Newyork.” The crowd cheered as Christopher Sterling raised the toast in her honor. There was no need for such exaggerations, but Christopher was the type of person who likes to flaunt his achievements. This party is also an obvious message to his rivals, his drumroll of victory. A very effective and fun way to stir jealousy among his rivals.“The dress is beautiful, thank you for gifting it to me.” Mia thanked him for the red dress that fit her, it was a beautiful knee-length gown that made her feel as beautiful as she looked, and she had gotten tons of compliments already.“My wife chooses it for you. I knew she has great taste,” he bragged, staring at his wife, who was talking to someone from a distance. A big smile appeared on his face as he saw someone behind me. “Ethan! Where were you?” he asked the newcomer.“Sorry I am late,” a somewhat familiar voice called from behind Mia. Mia tried to place where she had hear
"Consider this dance to be the apology you owe me for accusing me of being a thief," Ethan suggested smoothly extending his hand toward Mia. Ethan could see the gears turning in her head considering the option and eyeing Ethan with mistrust at the sweet offer he presented her, after the face-off they had with words. “Consider this a truce between us.” Ethan added so that she could agree. “i do not want to be your rival miss Anderson, in fact I like the way you think and your confidence.” “Fine,” she said, no matter the reason she agreed to this dance Ethan was glad that she agreed. They moved to the dance floor hand in hand as the new song started playing. The dim glow of the dance floor cast a warm ambiance bathing Mia in the soft glow and making her look divine. They swayed to the rhythm matching each other's moves with ease. There was a certain gentleness in the way Ethan held Mia as if afraid to scare her away from him. “What you did this evening rushing in a dangerous situ
Mia was inside the police station. Fortunately, she was not there to be arrested but to look for Officer Parker. The jacket in her hand is the reason she was here, or more specifically, her mother. She made her return the jacket personally. She didn’t let me eat peacefully, nagging until I gave in.She was right. He had brought me home while I was drunk, so I should at least thank him. Though the secretive smile my mother wore all morning has warned her to look out for me. Mia knows that look. She is well aware of her mother’s tactics, and it looks like she is brewing some sort of master plan. Mia prayed that it didn’t involve her and made a swift escape.She had been waiting for Ethan to return to his desk for 10 minutes now. She had acquired quite some stares from his colleagues, and some even started gossiping. She should have known something was up when the girl at reception was shocked to find that she was Ethan Parker’s acquaintance. Mia ignored the stares she was well versed in
Mia’s mom tells her to get ready for dinner with friends, providing a dress (specifying dress code). Nevertheless, Mia feels something fishy behind her mom’s enthusiasm and asks why the dinner is suddenly. Her mother answers, just for friends. Do not pretend that you have not even had a dinner party at home for your friends.” unwilling to yield to the argument Mia says “Okay” and returns to prepare herself.Ethan and his parents reach Mia’s house and upon seeing their destination, he asks a question to his parents regarding their purpose of visiting. His father shoots back, “I told you that we were having dinner with friends and for a second, would you stop asking me questions?”The door opens just then, revealing Mrs. Anderson. She greets them cheerfully, and Mrs. Anderson says “Ethan, it’s nice to see you again,” and he smiles and says, “Same here, Mrs. Anderson,” and they all settle themselves on the couch; Ethan’s eyes are searching in the room for something are for someone.At th
In the dim light of the living room, Mia took a couple of seconds to gather her courage before she started to talk about the subject that she could not get off her head. “Ethan,” she started to say, her voice noticeably trembling, “I’ve been thinking... our situation. I think now it’s time for us to end this charade.”Ethan, engrossed in his book, looked up and their eyes met. “End what, Mia?” he inquired, his tone soft yet curious.“Our marriage, Ethan,” Mia said, as if the words she spoke were leaden. “It has been over a year since our marriage Ethan and it’s not real, and we both know it. We’re both living a lie and I can’t keep pretending anymore.”He has a serious expression. His nerves heightened and a visible shock pulled him through as he heard what she said. His chest tightened and an unknown feeling grabbed his heart.The gravity of the disclosure was evident, and despite feeling appalled, Ethan couldn’t deny that Mia’s honesty had also begun to awaken subtle strings of emot
Mia gazed into Ethan's eyes, in the hope of somehow being able to find some tiny spark of light. "You really think that they will listen to us, Ethan? They have been so sure that this marriage is the right way for us. How can we make them believe our truth?"Ethan, with an unfaltering look, said, "We may not succeed, Mia. It is not going to be easy. But consider, we owe it to ourselves to try. We'll make them see and, most probably, understand by being real, by baring our souls. Through it, we’ll find the understanding we have been seeking."There was a sparkle in Mia's eyes when she subtly tried to convince him. "Ethan, look at it as our cheerful little twist to the story. Plotline that keeps our families intrigued while we sneakily craft our way out. It's the kind of mind blowing plot twist that makes the story more fascinating, like an excellent novel, which we both love so much."Ethan's well-composed anger was brewing, and there was a pain in his heart. Mia's words hit home so de
Mia gives a soft laugh with her eyes twinkling mischievously. “What do you mean, Ethan? Are you saying that you, the great detective, are not up for a little undercover job of the heart? I thought that apprehending criminals was nothing compared to a quest to find a beautiful mistress who would sweep you off your feet.”Ethan finds it almost impossible not to look at Mia’s husky giggle and return a smile to her. “Got it, Mia. However, we have to agree that this is new to both of us. We have found ourselves in the unknown territory of romantic intrigue, wild stuff, and definitely not your typical police duty.”“Why waste precious time and energy on regulations and bureaucracy when you have a spark and charisma to fall back on? And besides, if anyone is able to do a courageous, romantic scheme, it’s certainly you. I have full confidence in your ability to charm the socks off anyone we encounter.” Saying Mia smiles.Ethan’s smile fades, replaced by a serious expression. “Well, Mia, it se
“Even if it’s not love,” Olivia finished for him, her tone neutral but her eyes watching him closely. She saw the way his expression shifted—hesitation, maybe even guilt.“I don’t know,” Ethan said after a pause, his voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe in some ways I thought after the marriage with Mia, everything is normal in our relationship. Or maybe it’s just me trying to make sense of it all.”Olivia forced a smile, though her chest tightened at his words. So, he might already have feelings for Mia she thought, her earlier confidence shaken. She had thought tonight would give her clarity—about Ethan, about the way he looked at her with a mix of fascination and restraint. But now, it felt as though they were wading into murkier waters, and she wasn’t sure either of them knew the way out.“That’s fair,” she composed her emotions. With a forced smile. “It’s okay, Ethan, not to have all the answers yet. Sometimes, they come when you least expect them.”He studied her for a moment, a
“Let’s see if you can keep your cool,” Olivia whispered, her voice like velvet, “or if I can make you crack.”Ethan felt his throat go dry again, but he forced himself to keep his composure. “You can try,” he said, his tone daring, though his eyes gave away his growing fascination. “But just remember, I’m not that easy to break.”“Oh, I know,” Olivia replied, her voice barely a whisper now, low and dripping with intent. She reached out, her fingers trailing over his hand, the touch sending a shiver up his spine. “But I think tonight I might just be willing to make an exception for you.” Ethan’s breath hitched as Olivia’s fingers lingered on his hand, her touch light yet electric. It was an innocent enough gesture, but the subtle caress held layers of unspoken meaning, each one laced with both temptation and danger. He knew she was testing him, pushing just far enough to see if he’d push back.He cleared his throat, pulling his hand back just slightly as he took a long sip of his wine
Ethan sat at the restaurant, checking his watch and looking around, he replayed his conversation with Olivia. When he’d called earlier, offering to pick her up, she’d insisted on taking her own car, explaining it would make it easier for them to go home separately—just in case he got an urgent call. She didn’t want him to have to detour, dropping her off if he needed to rush off for duty. It struck him how considerate she was, understanding the demands of his job as a police officer, and he felt a genuine respect for her. It was rare, he thought, to meet someone who truly understood the importance of that responsibility.Mia, She got it too. She understood what it meant to live with the phone, always within reach, always waiting for the next call. Yet, sometimes, she’d throw in a small performance in-front of his mom, acting like he puts the job first—something that amused and bewildered him in equal measure. She would sigh, casting him that theatrical, sidelong look, as if he was the
"Ethan," she cut him off, "sometimes I wonder if that dog is more important to you than your family. We hardly see you these days, and when we do, you're always rushing off to walk Mango or take him to the vet or buy him treats.""Mom, that's not true," Ethan protested, but his mom continued. "We're your family, Ethan. We should come first. Not that animal. Now come quick. Your food is getting cold.""Mom I know you're my family but your emotional drama isn't going to work from the last week you're staying at my house and using every trick to make me not have mango at our place. Still, I love you too, the Moon. I'm on my way," Ethan When he looked up, he noticed that John, Bella, and the women had already disappeared into the growing darkness of the park. He stood there for a moment, feeling a strange mix of longing and disappointment, before turning to head home, Mango trotting obediently at his heels.At 11 pm, Olivia stood in the kitchen, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of
“Family is a precious thing,” John said. “And sometimes it comes in unexpected ways, but it is always worth fighting for it.”Ethan turned to John with a bewildered, yet interested, gaze. He began to speak and before he could utter any word, there was the sound of Bella’s voice rang through the air.“Supe’hewo, look” Bella’s excited voice interrupted. “Mango sit! He did it!”When the two men looked back, they were surprised to see the puppy sitting calmly with his tail going round, as Bella was feeding him the treat. Ethan's face lit up with pride smile."That's amazing, princess! You're such a good teacher," he praised, ruffling Bella's hair affectionately.John looked at the interaction, and his eyes became all tender. “You know, Ethan, seeing you with Bella... it reminds me of my daughter when she was that age." The way you look at her, it’s... well, it’s how a father looks at his daughter.Ethan's breath caught in his throat. He looked at John and then at Bella, who was now attemp
*** Few Moments Before ***Bella's eyes lit up with joy as she spotted Ethan playing with the puppy. She picked up the ball and ran towards them, her little legs carrying her as fast as they could."Puppy! Supe'hero!" Bella called out in her adorable g out in excitement.Ethan looked up, his lips turned into a wide smile as he saw Bella running towards him. His eyes sparkled with affection as he opened his arms wide."Come here, you little Barbie girl," he called out playfully.Bella giggled as she launched herself into Ethan's waiting arms. He caught her effortlessly, lifting her high in the air before bringing her close to his chest."Aww, I missed you too, Princess," Ethan said softly, his voice filled with warmth. He showered her chubby cheeks with quick, playful kisses, causing Bella to burst into a fit of giggles."Supe'hero, stop." she squealed between laughs, her little hands pushing at his face.After a moment, Bella's giggles subsided, and she looked down at the puppy waggin
Ethan stood outside the NYPD precinct, staring at the sign. It was noon, and he had been contemplating whether to go inside and face Cliff or go back home and face Mia taunts again. The weight of his choices pressed down on him. Ethan ruffled his hair and huffed slightly, as if annoyed and frustrated. He looked at his watch, wrenching his hand, and whispered, "I can't avoid him. I have to face Cliff."I screamed inside, wondering which life I would rather have: the craziness of last night's forgetting or the current appalling situation."It's all because of Mia," I thought. "She shouldn't have brought Olivia there." My mind drifted to Olivia and what she must think of me now. First, I proposed a fake marriage to Mia, then Mia wanted a divorce from this fake marriage through a fake mistress act, and last night, I punched my colleague while drunk and couldn't even remember why. "Of course, she'll think I'm a terrible person," I thought bitterly. "Every time we meet, she misunderstands me
Her heart racing as if it were competing with a rocket. She could hardly breathe as Ethan's hands gently cupped her face."Let me see," he whispered. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin as he carefully blew air into her eyes.Mia closed her eyes, feeling a rush of sensations. It felt like she was in heaven, her stomach filling with butterflies at the tenderness of his touch. The intimacy of the moment made her chest ache with a longing she had been trying to suppress."There, better?" Ethan asked, his voice tender.Mia opened her eyes slowly, looking into his with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "Yes, thank you," she whispered, trying to steady her racing heart.For a moment, they simply gazed at each other, the unspoken emotions hanging heavily between them.Ethan's brow furrowed, and he strokes her cheek. "Mia, please, talk to me. What's going on?"Ethan's thumb stroked her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. His touch was so tender, so full of concern, tha
Ethan stirred on the bed as the morning sunrays streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on his face. He groaned, pulling the covers over his head to block out the light. Just as he began to drift back to sleep, he felt the covers being slowly pulled away from his face.He groaned again, turning over and trying to shield his eyes with his hands. But then he felt someone tugging at his hands, determined to wake him up. A familiar voice pierced through his sleepy haze.“Wake up, sleepyhead. You didn’t let me sleep last night, and now look at you, sleeping like a baby.”Ethan cracked one eye open, blinking against the bright light. He saw Mia leaning over him, a teasing smile on her face. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair tousled and her eyes bright with amusement.“Come on,” she said, giving his arm another gentle tug. “You can’t hide under the covers all day.”Ethan groaned and mumbled, “Just a few more minutes, Mia. My head is hurting like hell.”Mia raised an e