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
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
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
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
Miranda’s P.O.V“At least smile. You look like you don’t want to be here,” Michael whispered softly in my ear as he continued to caress my waist with his larger hands.There was absolutely no energy left in me for that. I’d already spent most of it pretending to be happy by his side all evening long, and it had taken its toll on me. I was utterly exhausted from all the feigned grinning and laughter; my stomach was basically hollow due to me not having eaten much due to my ever-growing bundle of nerves and my feet were definitely swollen from all the walking around we had done and the dancing.Plus, the fact that Michael couldn’t dance for his life and kept on stomping on my toes.One of his feet clad in his custom-made Prada dress shoes landed on my mine, which were unfortunately covered by open toed Tom Fords and I jumped back with a hiss. My hands fell from where they had been around his neck and balled into fists. I bit my lip to stop the tears from gushing out of my eye sockets; so
Miranda’s P.O.V“The injury wasn’t as bad as it looked; she simply dislocated her mandible, or lower jaw, from the temporomandibular joint. You rushed her over just in time for manual reduction to put it back into place. I placed some elastic bands to prevent her from moving her jaw too much. As for medication, I wrote a prescription for NSAIDs to help relieve the pain and some muscle relaxers. Over exertion of the jaw, as in yawning, should be avoided and try to eat soft foods. Apply ice to the area occasionally,” the doctor droned in a professional tone, clip board in hand.I felt like shit to say the least.It was early morning the next day after Michael had brought me to the hospital. I had blacked out as soon as we got here and woke up with a bandage around by jaw and head, plus an excruciating pain on the lower part of my mouth. The worst part about this is I couldn’t talk too much or yell at Michael after he had so blatantly humiliated me last night.He sat by my bed, having dis
Miranda’s P.O.VAs soon as we got home, Michael rushed upstairs to our bedroom and left me with the jovial task of carrying his mother’s bags and showing her to one of the guestrooms, which was ridiculous since I was in no position to be lugging such heavy things. It seemed she had packed her entire closet, given she had brought more than five suitcases!After pushing the last one through the door, I released a gasp and wiped away the stream of sweat that had formed on my brow. “Aw, sweety, you didn’t have to carry those. You should have let the butler do it,” she laughed in a derisive way. I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I forgot that you don’t have any help around here. Such a pity, you should look into that.”I’m not a money spending machine like you, Roxanne! I pressed my lips in displeasure as I pivoted and made my way towards my room. Upon entering, I found Michael hurriedly slipping on a fresh linen purple shirt. I would have drooled at his chiselled form and unbelievable abs, but nowada
Miranda’s P.O.VAbout six weeks had passed since that untasteful night at the charity ball. My jaw had healed nicely and I was very happy about it; that, and the fact that Roxanne had left the house after being a literal pain in my ass for the last few weeks. She treated me like an invalid and did everything for me, from cooking the meals, house chores and even spreading the bed. I had told her on several occasions that I could do that by myself but she had insisted.She was being so uncharacteristically nice, that it was sickening to watch. I bet she only did it because she wanted to dissuade me from my thoughts of leaving her son, but it had all been in vain. I still wanted to leave him, but I just had no idea how I would do it. Tonight, Michael and I had been invited to a dinner party hosted by none other than Jason O’Connor in celebration of his 5th wedding anniversary with his slut of a wife, Camille. It was only natural that I didn’t want to go for obvious reasons but Michael wo
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