Miranda’s P.O.VMichael was finally able to sign the divorce papers and today, we would be meeting in order to make settlements concerning how we would split our assets in a fair proportion. I’d told my self to be calm, because there really was no point in me meeting up with him and his lawyer if I was a nervous wreck. I’d gotten the day off from work thanks to my somewhat lenient boss.Speaking of my boss, the last couple of days have been extremely awkward. We hadn’t spoken much as he was completely swamped with work, now being the full time CEO, his duties had in creased tenfold. He had to make sure that every department of the company was functioning optimally, having several meetings with stakeholder and various potential investors. Also, there was the fact that he was thinking of expanding to Europe, which would involve a lot of travelling. Right now, there were talks of buying a marketing firm in France, and that was his main preoccupation.My meeting with Michael and his attor
Miranda’s P.O.VI used a back exit in order to avoid Christian seeing me. My mind was too clouded with anger for me to see anyone that I know, and as such, I knew that Christian would notify Davien of my upset behaviour. Let’s just say I wasn’t in the right frame of mind, and I was a little embarrassed from how I’d handled the situation back there. It was so unlike me to have such a violent outburst but lately, Michael had been pushing me into a tight corner. It would only be normal for me to react that way, or at least I think it was. I should have at least knocked him out in the process…I needed some air, hell, a lot of air so I opted to walk around aimlessly for as long as my legs would allow. Good thing today I’d worn flats otherwise I’d have looked like a complete idiot, wandering in the streets with stilettos. When I’d married Michael, I’d never thought that he’d be the type to hurt me this much, and a part of me that still loved him was utterly disappointed. Let’s face it, you
“Can’t you move any faster?” I spoke in impatience, literally on the edge of my seat.Donovan gave me the side eye before training his attention back on the road ahead. “You need to relax. I can’t control the traffic with my mind and you know damn well how bad it can be at this hour. It’s rush hour, dude. Why don’t sit down, and keep your mouth shut otherwise I’ll throw your ass out of my car,” he seethed in utter annoyance.Rolling my eyes, I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms, to keep me from fidgeting with them. I just wanted to get to the pub and make sure Miranda was okay. Heaven only knows what kind of people she was currently surrounded by and what they were doing to her. She certainly didn’t belong with that kind of crowd and if anything, I was really upset with her for even stepping foot in such a shoddy establishment. We’d been on the road for almost an hour now, due to the flow of traffic that seemed to be more stagnant than anything. I’d have taken my own car, but Ch
Miranda’s P.O.VI woke up with an unfamiliar sensation pulsating through my head. It was akin to a sledgehammer being repeatedly smashed against my skull and I almost screamed out loud at the intensity of the headache I was currently having. With my eyes still closed, I sat up straight and held my temple with both my hands. I groaned out loud as the intensity would not subside. Maybe a shower would help ease the pain, I reasoned mentally and then slid out of the bed ever so slowly. I opened my eyes and was greeted by the lovely (not) sun’s rays, making me squint them until they adjusted to the luminosity before I went into the bathroom.I didn’t immediately go into the shower but searched the cabinets for some pain medication or a first aid kit, and thankfully I found a bottle of Tylenol. Taking a glass from the same cabinet, I popped two tablets into my mouth before washing them down with water. After, I looked in the mirror and finally noticed just how unkempt and discombobulated I
Miranda’s P.O.VThis morning I could sense a shift in the atmosphere for one reason, and one reason alone. Davien had instructed me to head to the office alone with Christian, whilst he said he would be driving himself to work from now onwards. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to keep up this façade of us not actually living together or he was still mad at me for what I said to him the other day. It was probably the latter.After the lunch with Giorgia, where I was all fake smiles and forced laughs, we barely interacted. He mostly kept to himself, and I only saw him during mealtimes. This morning, I made breakfast for the both of us, but he hadn’t come down and instead sent me a text message to go on to work. An effing text message! Can you believe that? We were under the same roof and yet he found it sensible to communicate via texts. It was both childish and unbelievable, that the entire car ride to work I was basically fuming.Angrily sauntering into the lobby of the building, I mar
Miranda’s P.O.V“Are you sure about this, Miranda? You really don’t think that you must do this because you are literally giving him the upper hand. He will get away with exactly what he wants,” Donovan muttered lowly disdainfully, giving me a pleading look. I had already made up my mind. I had to do this otherwise that evil man would follow through with his threats, and heaven only knows that he does follow through with his malicious motives. I nodded my head with a grim expression on my face. Michael sat across from me with his hard-headed and equally hard-faced lawyer, Ms. Jenkins. I blew out an uneasy breath before picking up the pen and scrawling my signature on the divorce papers. Next, I slid it over to Michael who happily added his impression and smirked triumphantly, knowing that he had very well accomplished exactly what he wanted…get a taste of the money he never ever worked for using dirty means.Ms Jenkins picked up her huge binder and arranged it noisily on the table. “
Third Person’s P.O.VThe photoshoot was turning out to be a lot more enjoyable than Davien had imagined. From the moment Miranda stepped out of the changing room and into his line of vision, he knew he was done for. Of course, he’d known for a long time that she was beautiful, but how she was dressed and the make up made it ten times more obvious. He felt a tug at his heart strings, and when their eyes locked…the magnetism was too consuming.As much as he tried to play it off as mild impression, he couldn’t exactly keep his eyes off her and it seemed he wasn’t the only one. Michael, who stood beside him, also kept his gaze intently on her, but his expression was undecipherable; a mixture of want and anger. And he hated Michael for even looking at her in that way; for heaven’s sake, he’d treated her like garbage for so long that she was doubting her own self-worth now.Their heated exchange a few days earlier had left him somewhat wounded, and his ego was quite bruised. And for some ti
Chapter 36: Adding Fuel to The FireMiranda’s P.O.VThe photoshoot went better than I had anticipated, and Mr. Gaston was pleased with the results. So much so that he had promised to give me a hefty paycheck for it, and it would be a lie if I said I wasn’t excited about that. What I was most pleased about was that I had managed to get the desired effect out of Davien; he was totally hot and bothered by what he had seen today, and it brought a wicked smile to my face.Once it was all done and dusted, Anita gave me a huge hug and a pat on the back. “You were great, darling! Absolutely brilliant. I cannot wait for the billboards, magazine articles and tv ads. People are going to freak!” she shrieked happily, leading me back into the dressing room. It was not longer packed as before, and people were getting ready to put their things away.When I was halfway done changing back into my navy blue satin blouse and white pencil skirt, Anita came to me with a huge black cover bag. “This is for
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