"What's the line? I have no intention of hurting her. That's all I can say." Miya knew that Xenon and Lucia had known each other for years, and he cared about her very much. Lucia had planned it, and she had support from her classmates. The only hope Miya had was that Xenon would trust her.However, all she saw in Xenon's look was hatred and impatience. She didn't want to explain anymore. "If you do think I'm an evil person, then there's no need to go on with this pathetic acting game between us as husband and wife. Please send a divorce letter soon." She said clearly and turned to leave."Don't you talk to me like that!" Xenon shouted at her, but Miya ignored him. She quickly hailed a taxi, got in, and gave the driver a random direction.Tears streamed down her cheeks as she recalled how Xenon had treated her. Like he has said more than once that I'm just a possession, a replacement to him. Lucia is his precious little sister. How happy he looks when he smiles at her! How genuine an
After breakfast, Miya decided she should leave. "Chris, thanks again for having me here. You must be busy, and I shouldn't bother you any longer. I shall leave now." Chris smiled and nodded. "Cool, I will tell the driver."It's ok. I would like to have a walk and get a taxi later." Miya said. "If that's ok." She added. "If you don't want to go back to him, you are welcome here anytime. Just send me a message, and I will send a driver to pick you up." "Thanks." *** Chris's driver dropped Miya off a few minutes' drive away from the house and took the cover off her eyes. Miya looked around and had no clue where she was. It made her think, again, that Chris definitely wanted something from her. The only reason that I can be valuable to people is that I'm Mrs. Uba, but everyone knows it's fake. Xenon doesn't care about me. He is just using me. Miya thought. What does Chris want from me then?Walking down the road, not knowing where to go, Miya felt helpless. Chris can't be trusted.
Miya stared at Xenon in surprise. To make it up to me? Did he say that? "Tell me. What do you want?" Xenon asked. Everything I have is his. All the clothes, jewelry, shoes, and bags. What else can I ask him for material-wise? She could have killed me, pushing down the stairs. How does he make it up? Miya thought. "She's your precious princess. Why would you want to make it up to me?" Miya said.Xenon carried her up to his room and sat her down on the sofa. He stood by the window and lit another cigarette. "Don't sulk anymore." He said. Miya thought for a while before she said, "So, I can ask for anything?"Xenon went and stood in front of her. He tapped on her lips gently with his long slim finger and said, "Anything except leaving me."Miya opened her eyes wide, startled. He has guessed my thoughts again. She didn't want to be around him and be controlled anymore. She thought about the women that would fight desperately to be with him and how insecure her life was simply because
After dinner, Miya stayed in the study, sketching the new designs. She felt motivated after listening to Alex's advice. As she lay down in bed later that night, she thought about her plans for the future. I need to make good use of this opportunity. With the support of The Uba Corporation, I shall build my reputation, become financially independent as soon as possible, buy my own house, have my own studio and take mum home.The next morning, Miya got up early and gave Xenon a quick call, asking if he would like her to cook breakfast for him. Xenon muttered a sound like a brief and cold 'hmm' and hung up.Hmm? What does that mean? He doesn't change. Miya thought and rolled her eyes. Then, she went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Just as it was ready, Xenon came into the dining room. Miya took a glance at him, and without a word, she dug in. Xenon frowned and asked, "Didn't you prepare it for me? And you are not even sharing now?""Well, you didn't say 'yes' on the phone." M
If I leave him, then all that I've earned now would be gone. I'm still dependent on him. Miya thought to herself and took a look at Xenon, almost a head taller than her, standing next to her with unchanging confidence. She clenched her fists and told herself that one day she would be as confident and independent as him, and she would have her own freedom. As they reached the secretaries' office, Miya was to head towards her desk, but Xenon took her hand.Huh? Xenon, I should go and work. I don't want people to think that I'm useless and I get paid for doing nothing." Miya said. "There will always be people that are jealous of your talent as well as the fact that you are my wife. There will always be gossip and rumors. From now on, you work in my office." Xenon said clearly."Huh? That will only make them gossip more!" Miya stared at him. "Do you actually care about stupid people's opinions?" Xenon sneered. "You are my personal assistant anyway. Also, the projects you are in charge
Miya knitted her brows and asked worriedly, "Have you got any clue who it might be that they are working for? Who is it that wants to harm you?" "We will find out soon. When he grows impatient, he will show up." Xenon said calmly.Hmm. It looks like you have a plan, and I'm just worrying too much." "They are probably still using your ex, Luke Johnson. If I finish him off, will you be upset?" Xenon asked. Miya paused, shocked by Xenon's question. "Xenon, do you, do you have to..."Xenon turned around and looked at Miya sternly. Why? You still have feelings for him, don't you? Huh? Despite the fact that he's used you, dumbed you, and now he's trying to steal your customers again." "No, I don't have feelings for him." Miya retorted, then she hesitated for a bit before she added. "If he hadn't taken the risk of losing his own life and pushed me off the road, I would have probably gotten run over and died. I was just a little girl then. He has once saved my life after all."Xenon was r
Mr. Jordan, I think perhaps you can also get your daughters a present as well? Girls seem to understand their mother better, and if you can win your children's trust first, then surely they will help talk to their mother, and perhaps your wife will forgive you eventually, and you can be together again." Miya suggested sincerely. Andy's face lit up. "Right. Why didn't I think about that? Thanks for your suggestion. I wonder if you have any ideas about the design?""I'd suggest matching earrings with a necklace that is slightly different for each of them, depending on what they like. It shows that you love them as a whole, and you cherish them each as individuals as you know what they like respectively."Andy was excited to hear Miya's suggestion. He was almost in tears as if someone had finally given him hope. He held Miya's hand and said gratefully, "Thank you, Mrs. Miya Uba. I look forward to seeing your design.""I will try my best. Please send me more details about what your wife
At ten to nine, Miya opened Xenon's door. As soon as she stepped in, she smelled a new scent that was very floral and rather intense. It wasn't Xenon's for sure. She walked in to see Lucia in an almost see-through nightgown lying on Xenon's bed in a most flirtatious pose, revealing her long slim legs and b.a.r.e shoulders. Their eyes met, and Lucia looked Miya up and down with disdain. "Look how seductive you look! I knew you are just a s.l.u.t pretending to be presentable in public." She commented.Miya rolled her eyes and ignored her. She went and sat down on the sofa, took out her phone to have a look at some classic jewel designs online.Enraged by Miya's indifference, Lucia got out of bed, went over to Miya, snatched her phone from her hand, and threw it onto the floor. She looked down at Miya with her chin up and arms crossed. "Bitch, get out of Xenon's room! How disgustingly s.l.u.tty you look in that dress!"Miya sneered and said indifferently, "I'm his wife, and I shall fulf