A few days went by and Mirable was doing a better job in adjusting to the office environment but it wasn’t easy to overcome the constant challenges that employees secretly threw her way, and even now, she’s still struggling with making any sort of genuine connection.“You there, come” Mirable politely walked over, she has gotten so used to being referred to as ‘You there’ that it has subconsciously replaced her name. “Yes, senior” “Take” she passed her a file “As the boss’s secretary you should be the one to handle this deal”“Pardon?” Mirable asked in puzzlement. Since she started walking in Maston Corp, the people she saw as seniors never offered her the task of landing a deal, why now?“Don’t ask silly questions, you should be thankful we’re giving you a chance to prove yourself” the lady scoffed.“No no, I’m very grateful. I’m so overjoyed that I couldn’t believe it, that’s why I asked. Sorry”“Humph! You better do a good job” the lady drawled as she walked away and Mirable act
The door to Franklin’s car sounded with a loud thud as he ran straight into the building, arriving at the front desk to inquire.At first they didn’t want to disclose the room number but after revealing his identity they spilled it. He took the elevator and immediately it opened his eyes rested on Rose whose hands were massaging her nape in exhaustion. “Huh, what are you doing here?” She asked in amazement but then fear crept in next as she thought,Did Donovan send him?…“Have you seen Mirable?” He questioned while walking out of the elevator and turning on the corridor. Rose followed behind and although she breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t here for her, she felt a new emotion engulf her heart.“Is Mirable in trouble?”“We’ll have to find out” He stated and suddenly walked up to a man who appeared to be a guard, he kicked him down and landed punches after punches, a second later he slammed open the door and Rose just watched with her mouth slightly ajar. What in the
One hour ago…The night sky was getting darker and Mirable was drowning further into the darkness of her mind. She could barely recognize her surroundings and Mitch knew it was time to finally get into action. He inched forward to nudge her like she was some undiscovered artifact in his possession. Technically speaking he wasn’t wrong for treading with caution. Mirable hung her neck down and her hair fell forward, completely covering her face and making her look like a ghost in transformation. “Hey” He nudged her again, almost in a whisper but her figure only swayed gently without a response. “What’s wrong with you? Is this your first time getting drunk or something…”“Ah!” He shrieked like a child caught redhanded, she suddenly flipped her head and stared him straight in the eyes like a vengeful spirit.“S-something is definitely wrong with you, stay away from me…” he retreated into his seat in fear but next she stood and approached him with wobbly steps. “P-please…sign the
Mirable’s POVWho does he think he is to boss me around? I blinked repeatedly as I watched him take steps away with my phone in his possession. I could barely balance myself and it felt as if I was as light as a feather. Somehow I managed to get my butt on the bed and flung my shoes every which way.Watching my heels fly in the air was like an exotic scene, it cracked me up so much and I found tears leaking from my eyes from excessive laughter, I couldn’t control my emotions, like hell! I couldn’t control anything! My body seemed to have a mind of its own!I slumped into the bed and got comfortable at the edge. I usually can’t sleep without the quilt covering me but my bones felt heavy, the thought of raising it over me was exhausting so I just laid there. Some time later, my eyes suddenly peeled open and I found a tall man standing beside my bed.“What is this? Who is this handsome man? … is this a dream?” My silly questions made me smile sheepishly but the man of my dreams had
Mirable’s POVHe pulled away the next minute and my knees buckled resulting in my butt landing on the soft bed. All my life I’ve never been kissed! Yes, I was that innocent, I spent all my time studying to get good grades so I could get a good job, not sparing even a single evening for the party life.Right now my brain couldn’t comprehend what just happened or worse, it was done by the stone-cold Franklin!“W-why did… you do that?” My shaky voice came from my lowered head.“I’m gonna kill you if you still don’t remember”My brows knitted in frustration, what the hell is he talking about? He just kissed me yet he’s still going on about remembering stuff!I adjusted my hair and raised my head but when I met his piercing gaze I instantly darted my eyes away. I do remember I had a weird dream last night but it had nothing to do with him… Unless…“Ahhh!” A sharp gasp leaked from my lips, if that wasn’t a dream then does that mean I…kissed him? Wait, that’s far from the proble
Rosella’s POV I didn’t sleep a wink last night, the case with Mirable kept me up so I was well aware then Donovan didn’t resign to the bedroom. I should be thrilled by this information and take the opportunity to have a good night’s rest without his overwhelming presence but the situation at hand robbed me of sleep. By first light I had jumped out of bed and prepared myself, waiting for Franklin or even Mirable to show up. This feeling was new to me, I never had someone to care for except when I was with Jake but this time it’s different, I feel like I wanna protect her from the dark world of the elite but I can’t even protect myself. How frustrating is that?I waited in vain and fell asleep in the living room, it was only when I detected footsteps that I jolted awake. “Franklin” my throaty voice called out and halted his steps. “Where is Mirable? How is she?” I eagerly pressed for an answer and I noticed a flicker of emotion flash through his eyes which was very strange. F
Rosella’s POV The universe was at it again, I only just arrived but Olivia had already spotted me and was taking majestic steps toward me. Will it make me a coward if I make a run for it? I really don’t wanna get involved in any drama!“You came…” she looked above my head tentatively “…You’re alone” She ended her drawl with a victorious smirk. “Are you already being abandoned by Donn? Oh my!” She snickered with her delicate manicured fingers covering her lips. I didn’t have any reaction whatsoever, I just couldn’t be bothered but I must make one thing clear.“We aren’t close and we certainly aren’t friends. In the future let’s try to minimize our interaction to nothing” I said my piece and circled her frame to get away but of course, things weren’t that simple with someone like her. After our last interactions, I did my homework and one thing’s for sure, if you asked a hundred people what they thought of her, a hundred and fifty would describe her as a troublemaker!“Stop rig
Rosella’s POV My breathing became haggard as inexplicable fury consumed me.“I will only ask once, delete that picture” I said through gritted teeth.His audacious expression aggravated my lividness.“You don’t seem to get it, You’re not in any position to make demands. Do as I say and hope I’m benevolent enough to delete it. Understand?”I chewed the inside of my mouth, how in the world was I ever in love with such a nuisance?!This seems to be my thing, getting associated with mentally deranged individuals!“Look here, as you know I’m nothing but a mistress to Donovan. I have no say in whatever he chooses to do. I can’t stop him! Your tricks will only negatively affect the company”“That’s not my business!” He sharply retorted and my fingers twitched. I was itching to leave my print on his face. “Find a way to stop him tonight, otherwise… we’ll make headlines tomorrow”I had my doubts regardless of his threats. There was no way he would drag his name to the pits just to punish
The tension in the hospital lingered in the air like an uninvited guest, heavy and suffocating. After the doctor delivered the news that their mother had survived the surgery but was now in a coma, neither Rosella nor Mirable could breathe a sigh of relief. The hope of her waking up was the only thread holding them together, yet it felt too thin, too fragile.Rosella’s knees buckled, her strength waning, but Donovan’s strong arms shot out and caught her before she could collapse completely. His grip on her was firm yet gentle, his eyes filled with concern. “You need to rest,” he murmured softly, but she barely heard him, her mind too occupied with the image of her mother bleeding out in her arms.The room where their mother was moved to was quiet, save for the beeping of machines and the faint rustle of nurses shuffling about. The doctor informed them that they could visit, but before they could take a step, Mirable turned to Rosella and Donovan, her expression conflicted. “Rosella… c
Blood spattered on the ground, pooling beneath the crumpled body of Rosella's mother. The sound of the gunshot still echoed in Rosella's ears, even as chaos erupted around her. Her body froze, rooted to the ground as the weight of her mother's falling figure pressed against her chest."No-No, no, no!" Rosella cried, catching her mother in her trembling arms. The air seemed to thicken, bullets zipping past her in the ensuing firefight. She didn't flinch.The world blurred, focusing solely on the woman bleeding out in her arms. ‘Why did she throw herself in front of me?’ Rosella’s mind was pinned on this thought. "Mom! Stay with me!" she screamed, shaking her gently. Blood seeped through her mother's dress, staining Rosella's hands and knees. "Please, don't close your eyes, don't do this to me!"Her mother's eyes fluttered open, her irises clouded with pain yet filled with a strange serenity. "Rosella..." Her voice was barely audible, a faint whisper under the chaos.Tears streamed d
The tension in the air was suffocating, thick enough to choke. The small warehouse echoed with the sound of guns cocking and men shifting into position. The stale scent of sweat, gunpowder, and mildew permeated the room, clinging to the skin like an unwelcome reminder of the danger that loomed.Rosella could barely breathe as she sat on the floor, her wrists raw from the ropes that had only recently been removed by Marcus, her heart thundering in her chest.Her mother was beside her, pale and trembling, though her gaze flickered with a strange kind of strength. Across the room, Odessa stood tall, her arms crossed and her expression cool but edged with irritation as she surveyed the chaos she had orchestrated.In the middle of it all stood Marcus, he suddenly rushed in holding a gun that wavered between two targets, Donovan and his mother, Odessa. His jaw was clenched, his brow furrowed, and his breathing uneven as he wrestled with the storm of emotions raging inside him."Marcus," O
Rosella was slumped against the cold wall of the dimly lit room, her wrists sore from the ropes digging into her skin. The air was damp and carried the faint metallic tang of rust and decay. The room itself was barren save for a flickering bulb overhead, casting long, ominous shadows across the cracked concrete walls. Every creak of the floor, every distant muffled noise made her flinch, the tension wrapping around her like a vice.Odessa stood before her, her figure imposing despite the elegant tailored suit she wore. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she paced, the sound filling the otherwise silent room. Her lips curled into a smirk, and her dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She looked every bit the predator who had cornered her prey.“You must be wondering,” Odessa began, her voice smooth but laced with venom, “why I hate Donovan so much. Why I’ve gone to such lengths to tear him down.” She paused, her gaze flickering to Rosella, who stared back with defiance despi
Rosella's breath caught in her throat as her gaze locked onto the older woman slumped nearby. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Mirable's mother, her mother was sitting just feet away, her head bowed, her blonde hair falling limply over her face.The revelation felt like a sucker punch to the gut. This wasn't just a coincidence or some cruel game Odessa was playing. The truth was undeniable. The woman who had shielded Mirable with her life during the earlier chaos, the woman whose face seemed strangely familiar from the moment Rosella laid eyes on her was the same woman who had abandoned her as a child.Her mother.Rosella's heart thundered in her chest as a whirlwind of emotions tore through her.Shock, betrayal, anger, and the faintest hint of longing all fought for dominance.She clenched her fists against the ropes binding her, her nails digging into her palms as she fought back tears.Across the room, Odessa’s smirk widenedas she basked in the tension. "Well, well," she dra
Rosella’s world felt drenched in icy water as her senses came alive. She gasped, her body jerking against the tight ropes that bound her to the cold, damp floor. The sharp sting of water dripping from her hair to her skin left her shivering, but the real coldness came from the person standing over her.Emma.A wicked smile stretched across Emma’s face as she held an empty bucket, her gleeful eyes mocking Rosella’s misery. “Good, you’re awake,” she said, tossing the bucket aside carelessly. The clang echoed in the dimly lit room, its harsh sound amplifying the tension in the air.Rosella’s eyes darted around, panic rising in her chest. The room was barren except for a few scattered crates and a single dangling bulb casting a dim, flickering light. Her gaze froze when it landed on a motionless figure slumped against the wall.Mirable’s mother.The older woman was still unconscious, her blonde hair matted and her pale face streaked with grime. Rosella’s heart raced, a sinking dread settl
Rosella paced her room, the plush carpet muffling the frantic huffs of her breaths. Her heart raced in sync with her thoughts, each beat heavier than the last. Donovan’s warning to stay indoors had seemed simple enough at first, but as the hours passed, unease wrapped around her like a suffocating fog. Why wouldn’t he or Franklin answer her calls? What was happening out there?The vibration of her phone jolted her from her thoughts. Snatching it from the table, she saw the name Dalgliesh Residence flashing on the screen. Her breath hitched.“Hello?” she answered, her voice trembling.“Miss Rosella,” the voice on the other end was panicked, rushed. “It’s Mr. Dalgliesh. He’s collapsed, been rushed to St. James Hospital. It’s bad… very bad.”Rosella felt her knees weaken, her free hand gripping the edge of the desk for support. “Collapsed? What happened?!”“We don’t know yet. The doctors are trying their best, but…” The voice faltered, leaving the grim implication hanging in the air.Ros
Felix had his father discharged, watching him from home was best, even though Daisy was against the idea he went ahead with it anyway. He hated hospitals, he put up long enough already, any more would break him. Daisy adamantly followed him set his Father at home. Felix leaned against the porch railing, his gaze distant. Could he even look Daisy in the eye after what he was about to say? She stood a few steps away, her face a mixture of hope and hesitation. Did she feel the same tension in the air, the same heaviness that sat like a stone in his chest?Daisy spoke first, her voice soft. “Felix… I know things haven’t been the same since I left, but—”“Why did you come back, Daisy?” he interrupted, his tone gentle but firm. “Was it guilt? Regret? Or did you think you could fix what’s already broken?”Her eyes widened at his words, and she shook her head. “I came back because I realized what I lost. I made a mistake, Felix. I thought I was doing what was best for us, but… can’t we try a
The rain poured relentlessly, a thunderous symphony that matched the turmoil in Mirable’s chest. She tried to wrest her hand free from Mitch’s grip, but his hold was firm. His face was a picture of regret, drenched in rainwater and guilt.“Let go, Mitch!” she shouted, her voice sharp, raw.“Mirable, please, just listen!” Mitch’s voice cracked with desperation.Suddenly, a hand shot out of the downpour, grabbing Mitch’s wrist and forcing it away from her. The strength of the grip made Mitch stumble, and Mirable gasped as the figure stepped into view.It was Franklin.“You heard her,” Franklin growled, his voice low and menacing. “She told you to unhand her.”Before Mitch could react, Franklin’s fist connected with his jaw in a brutal punch, the sound of the impact cutting through the rain. Mitch staggered back, clutching his face as blood dripped from his lip.“Franklin, stop!” Mirable cried, her shock evident.Franklin wasn’t done. He grabbed Mitch by the collar, lifting him slightly