Third Person’s P.O.VMichael stared at the outstretched hand of the man would soon be his boss and then again into his odd irises which were thundering with self-satisfaction. How in the hell did this arrogant SOB end up being a lot more important than he had even imagined? And it suddenly occurred to him that he had already jeopardized his job by talking down on him the other die. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he placed his palm in Davien’s and shook it.“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Huxley,” he breathed, throat clogging up with angst.Davien squeezed Michael’s hand a little harder than necessary, eliciting a low moan of pain from the latter. “Oh, so now you’ve found your manners. Didn’t you refer to me as ‘asshole’ last week?” he pointed out with a tinge of derision.Mr. Huxley senior’s phone began to ring, and he excused himself to the balcony, where he could take it in privacy. Davien stepped away from Michael, and took a seat behind his father’s desk, and propped his feet up on it. “Mr
Miranda’s P.O.VMichael marched up to me and looked at me with so much fury that it made my stomach twist. “What the hell are you doing here? And where the hell have you been?” he fumed; his volume reduced so that only I could hear him.“I-I…y-you, the-,” stuttered pitifully, my senses seemingly having gone on vacation. No words could describe how petrified I was right now because I wasn’t mentally prepared to face him right now. His eyes darkened ominously, and he grasped my arm so hard, that I could feel my blood vessels constrict. “Never mind that, now that I’ve found you, you and I are going to have a nice long chat…alone,” he grumbled unequivocally and started to drag me away. “Where do you think you’re going, Kidman?” boomed another voice from further down the hall, but I really didn’t need to strain my brain to know who it belonged to it. The question is, what the heck was he doing here, right now, in this building? Wait, could he be…?Michael’s face flashed with irritation,
Third Person’s P.O.VBeing someone’s personal assistant was proving to be harder than what Miranda had initially thought. She had thought it would be about fetching coffee for her boss, which she had done twice already, answering mails, delivering paperwork and other trivial errands, but it was proving to be one hell of a nightmare.Penelope had gotten her acquainted with the whole building in under thirty minutes; all thirty floors of them. There were so many people, many titles, and many positions she had to know but thinking about it just gave her a headache. It was all very overwhelming, and by the time it was lunchtime she was just about ready to quit. It was only her first day and she felt like she’d been working there for a millennium.Taking a seat on the chair placed next to Penelope’s desk, she laid her head down in exhaustion. “I had no idea that there would be this much to do,” she groaned tiredly.Penelope chuckled and opened her laptop. “Sweety, this is nothing. I kind o
Third Person’s P.O.VBy the time Miranda caught up to Davien, he was already in his office about to grab a folder from his desk. The distance from the elevator to the office was short, but Miranda was heaving like she had just ran a marathon. It was mostly because his cryptic words to her in the elevator had left her out of breath and flustered. She wanted to ask him what he meant by ‘you’re more than just my PA’ but once she entered the room, he went back into full boss mode. “I’m sure Penelope briefed you on what the upcoming meeting is about. A jewellery company has enlisted us to do their brand marketing, advertisements etc. It’s new to the states, and they’re hoping we will be able to bring them into the picture. Normally, I don’t handle such small accounts but due to the incompetence of your husband, I’ve taken it up and we’ve made much progress. Now, what I need you to do in the meantime is get the meeting room ready with the help of Ms. Willis and come get me when the clients
Miranda’s P.O.VAs the clock struck seven, I had completed all my assigned tasks for the day. Granted, they weren’t very many of them, but I was as tired as a lumberjack having spent majority of the day running up and down, attended my first meeting and then got to reading the folder that Penelope had giving me, plus getting the hang of responding to emails. At this hour, I bet almost everyone had already left about an hour ago. I powered off the computer, put everything in order before I collected my belongings and exited Penelope’s-well, my office. Although she’d spent majority of the day helping me navigate through the company and this job I’d been newly assigned, she had said that she’d be quite scarce from now onwards. She would be preparing for Davien’s official inauguration and the dinner party to follow, which she said she’d come to me when she needs an extra set of hands. Once in the hallway, I was heading towards Davien’s office with my head directed towards my phone when
Miranda’s P.O.VToday, I was particularly nervous for two reasons. The first was that Donovan had informed me that the divorce papers would be delivered to Michael today, and the second reason was that I’d had very awkward encounters with Davien yesterday, in which there was this intimate tension between us that we hadn’t addressed yet. And because of this, I didn’t know how to act around him; I was walking on eggshells here and it seemed he was doing the same.I woke up, got dressed in a royal blue long sleeved dress that ended mid-thigh, along with cream coloured Miu Miu heels. Some time I’d have to get my belongings from Michael’s house- because let’s face it, it will never be mine and if he wanted it, then he could damn well have it. I’d suffered much in that cursed house, that I didn’t even want to go near it. The way he verbally, physically, and sexually assaulted me…don’t think about it, Miranda. Downstairs, Davien was by the stove preparing breakfast in his three-piece navy-b
Miranda’s P.O.V“Are you sure that there’s no way for us to come to the party? I really want to get dressed up and mingle with the rich, even just for one night,” Angela huffed as she swirled the spaghetti in her plate with her fork. She, Jeremy, and I were once again in the canteen having lunch, and it was my third day at work.“Invitations were sent to the individuals on the guest list; thus, I cannot add anyone on it since they have already gone out and we’ve received RSVPs. I really wish I could get you guys in,” I explained and took a sip of my iced latte.Jeremy’s lips curled in derision. “It’s probably for the best. I would hate to be around those types of people for long, plus attending a party hosted by the boss. No thanks, I’d rather go to the bar and look for some chick to hook up with, thank you very much,” he sniffed righteously with a sly grin. Angela glared at him and almost threw a slice of cucumber at him.I glanced at my phone and saw that it was already one forty-fi
Third Person’s P.O.VThe day of Davien’s inauguration had arrived, and pretty much everyone around him was in a frenzy; except for him. He was as cool as a cucumber as he thought of it as not a big deal; for him it was just like any other day, save for the huge press conference and evening party to follow. In the morning, he got up very early and went out for a jog before returning and entering his private gym to do some bench pressing and cardio. Right as he was in the middle of a set of burpees, the door opened and Miranda walked in, already dressed for the day in a white suit with a pink silk blouse and white heels. Her hair was up in an intricate do with it parted at the side and pinned back. Her make wasn’t too obvious; the only thing that stood out was her bright red lipstick, which made her cerulean orbs pop.“It’s almost eight in the morning and you haven’t even gotten dressed yet. Are you trying to be late?” she reprimanded, giving him a judgemental look. Finishing the last
8 Months LaterMiranda’s P.O.V“I’m so jealous of Davien right now. I know Angela would never do any of this for me,” Jeremy huffed as he put up the last of the decoration in the dining room.Angela stuck her tongue out at him before making her towards the table, putting the utensils into place. “Firstly, you’re an ingrate so no matter how much I do for you, you always find a way to under appreciate it and me in the process. I’ve given up on trying to surprise you after that whole lingerie incident,” she pointed out with a scowl.My eyebrows rose in intrigue. “Lingerie? You never told me about that. Please do tell me what happened,” I beamed, bringing over a bouquet of orchids to be the centre piece.“Well, for our one month anniversary, I might have made a trip to a store and bought us a matching set of lingerie. Jeremy here wasn’t at all pleased about it,” she huffed with an eye roll.Jeremy gave her a flat look. “Are you kidding me? Your set was sexy as hell but mine? That was a fr
Third Person’s P.O.VSome hours later, Miranda was tied up on a chair in some abandoned warehouse looking place, blindfolded. As soon as they landed, she had had her vision obscured, for some reason. It’s not like she would know where they were anyways or have anyway of contacting anyone about her location. Whilst everything that was happening threatened to make her have a freak panic attack, she relied on breathing patterns. It had already been a couple of hours and the atmosphere was becoming too tense for her to breathe. Now that she thought about it, the food she’d consumed on the aeroplane was quite horrendous. Yet again, what did she expect from a plane chattered by Michael, some gold-digging cheap skate? It had given her indigestion, probably because her baby had rejected it too.Her baby… She’d been thinking about the child nonstop. Miranda had never quite thought about motherhood before but after this morning, it was all she could think about. With Michael, he had made it cl
Davien’s P.O.VOf all the news I’ ever received in my life, besides just hearing that the love of my life went missing a short few hours ago, this is by far the most numbing of all. I was so dazed by the doctor’s words that I dropped my phone and stood there in paralysis.All colours must have drained from my face because the bodyguards rushed to me to check if I wasn’t having an aneurysm or something of the sort. Mathias picked up my phone and ended the call, before placing it on the huge mahogany work desk. “Sir, are you okay? Would you like me to call an ambulance?” he asked warily but his words fell upon deaf ears.My whole world had literally tilted on its axis. On the one hand, I felt this inexplicable elation at the thought of having a child with Miranda but then the harsh reality was that she was currently still at large, which only made the situation more dire. The door to my office burst open and my mother strolled in, eyes bright and lips red as always, dressed in an elega
Miranda’s P.O.VAs Michael forced me along the side path we were walking on, I made a mental note to not panic because that wouldn’t be good for me or the baby. Plus, that’s what he wanted, for me to be scared and whimper in his presence but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I’d already made a fool of myself in his presence multiple times, I wouldn’t be doing that again. “This is a little over the top, don’t you think?” I said in a snide tone, and I earned a scowl from him. “I knew you were desperate, but this is really low. I just don’t understand why you can’t get over me even after all those horrible things you said and did to me. If you loved me, then you’d have never done that shit,” I sniffed, and he pressed the gun harder into my back.For a moment, he pulled me into a conveniently placed alley along the way and had me pressed against the wall. “I was very blind back then, and I thought I didn’t love you. It only took losing you for me to realise that you are the lo
Miranda’s P.O.VYou know, as someone who had been a fan of romance novels and films alike in my teenage years, I always found it very astounding when a female lead would unexpectedly wind up pregnant with the child of the hot and charismatic male lead, in fact, it was a popular trope for me. But now that the exact same scenario was happening in my life, all I could feel was complete numbness.Me…pregnant? I am pregnant, with Davien’s kid?I hadn’t thought about it much when I’d skipped my period some days ago, call it an oversight on my part but I thought the monthly bleeding was bound to show up any minute now. When the doctor smiled at me broadly, I just sat there like a mindless drone waiting for some shockwave to bring me to life. I’d hoped that I had some stomach flu, but this is a lot more serious than I’d anticipated. Was I really pregnant?“I can tell from your reaction that this is very shocking and most probably your first child. But I can assure you the tests are very concl
Miranda’s P.O.V“I just wish that I had a boyfriend who could take me out on fancy yachts and fly me to Paris for a romantic getaway,” Angela whined, a pout visible on her face. She was at her apartment whilst I was still some 10 000 feet in the air, a few of hours away from touching down in France.I laughed as I held the phone up. “This is not a romantic getaway, it’s business. Besides, I’m sure that Jeremy is a great boyfriend anyhow,” I argued lightly, resulting in her rolling her eyes at me.“He’s just no hot, half-Italian billionaire. Tell me, does Davien have any friends available?” she asked before her phone was abruptly grabbed from her and Jeremy’s face popped up on the screen. He didn’t look at all amused by Angela’s words, and a little frumpy from waking up from a nap I surmised.“I think this call had reached it’s end. Enjoy your trip, Mira babe. And pray that your stupid friend and I wouldn’t have killed each other by the time you come back,” he grumbled groggily before
Davien’s P.O.VI pushed the heavy weight with all my might for about the umpteenth time since I woke up. I had been at the bench press, trying to channel my inner frustration and pent-up stress into some time in my personalised home gym, even though working out since 2 a.m. in the morning can be deemed absurd by many. My upper body was so sweaty like I’d walked through the Sahara Desert, but instead of feeling like a piece of bacon on a grill, I felt refreshed and empowered. I was mainly aggravated due to this whole Kidman being on the run situation. Granted, I had hired a small army to protect Miranda at all times, but somehow that didn’t make me feel any less worried about her safety. It had only been a little over three weeks since Camille’s murder and still, the police had no idea where that bastard was hiding. I’d always considered the feds to be quite incompetent, but this just took it to another level. I mean, Michael didn’t even have that much influence or prowess when it cam
Third Person’s P.O.VHis getaway had been perfect but now, because of his recklessness, he was on the list of wanted criminals. It hadn’t occurred to Michael that he’d someday end up on Interpol’s radar, and it wasn’t as exhilarating as it was depicted in all those action-packed thrillers he’d watched over the years.Being on the run sucked because he had to keep a low profile and be always on alert. If he played his cards right, he might not end up ever getting caught and he’d be able to exact his revenge on Davien and Miranda. Their chartered plane had taken them all the way to Marseille, France where he’d purchased a sweet little home using one of his offshore accounts, he’d prepared months ago. It was where he’d stashed his secret money that he’d made from all the clients he’d dealt with at Hux & Co. Though dishonest, it was a very lucrative way to make money, and with all the down time he’d had to himself investing in other businesses under a guise, he’d made even more money tha
Miranda’s P.O.VI walked into the cafeteria; pulse unsettled. Tensions were still thick, since I’d found out my e-husband had murdered his lover just yesterday. I’d skipped lunch yesterday due to lack of appetite but today, I was really famished. I hadn’t eaten much in the morning and last night, even though Davien tried by all means to convince me to do so but I just couldn’t. The thought of ever having been entangled with Michael made my skin crawl and my stomach twist painfully.Exhaling inaudibly, I made it to the lunch line and got a serving of today’s special before finding my way over to our usual table. To my surprise, only Jeremy was occupying the space and he looked a little bit distracted. “Hey Jeremy,” I greeted before plopping down next to him.He glanced at me fleetingly and offered a half-hearted smile. “Hey, baby doll. Where were you yesterday?” he asked immediately, and I looked down at my plate in disdain. “I had a lot of work, so I couldn’t come to lunch,” I lied i