The next few weeks were hectic for Alex, and he had only so much time to spend with Bryan. He would leave early and be back at midnight. Most times, Bryan would be asleep, and he would never disturb his son's sleeping hours for selfish reasons. George walked into his cabin after receiving permission. He stood in front of Alex. Alexander, who had been busy reading some documents, looked up when the room remained silent even after a few minutes. "What is it?" He asked, and George blinked before taking a deep breath and placing an envelope on his desk. Alexander glanced at him and then at the envelope on his desk before he picked it up. As he investigated the content inside the envelope, his face remained glued to the letter. After staring long and hard, his eyes went to George, who still stood before him. "Who gave you this?" He asked "It was already on my desk when I arrived, sir. I also asked the receptionist if she allowed any outsider inside without an appointment, but sh
How dare you, Alexander?" Ella screamed, ignoring how the cameras were turned towards her, and the flashes never stopped. She is going to turn this game in her favour. "You were the one who proposed to me first and then left me, saying you got bored of me. I always loved you." She said it dramatically, walking towards Alex. Mark frowned at her, and he felt like killing the witch. "This bitch, no witch, no, she's a bloody ah! Forget it, I'm not spewing nonsense from my mouth for her." Mark grumbled under his breath, and then his phone rang. "Chloe?" He frowned, seeing the caller ID, and moved away from the noise. "Mark, what the hell is going on? What is Alex doing in a press conference?" Chloe sounded pissed, and Mark pursed his lips. What was he supposed to say? Chloe asked, "Do you even realise Mia must be watching this as well?" That is when his eyes widened, and he cursed for forgetting such an important thing. How could they forget? "Listen, Chloe, just go to the penthouse
It had been more than two months since Bryan took his first steps. Now he would be seen walking around the house with his little squeals and screams. After that awkward encounter between Alex and Mia, they both avoided each other, but eventually, because of Bryan, they had to face each other. Time had been flying, it seemed, as Bryan was already nine months old. He is growing up way too fast, and it didn’t quite sit well with his dad as well. Mia once overheard him talking to Bryan when he thought she was not around. “You are growing up way too fast, buddy. Can you stop? I mean, I know you have to grow up and stuff, but honestly, growing up is such a trap. I wish I could stop this.” Alex grumbled, and Bryan giggled at his father, who smiled in return. She knew he was just having fun with their son, but something was missing. His words had left her in deep thought, and she couldn’t help but wonder about his family. Another day, when Alex was playing with Bryan, she couldn’t stop h
Chloe stood rooted in her place and waited for him to speak with bated breath. What was he thinking? And did he know why she was denying her feelings all this time? Mark stared at Chloe's back for a minute before he got down and stood behind her. She was nervous, and he could notice it. As he leaned forward, she tensed, but she didn't push him away or say anything. "So you don't want to acknowledge my feelings or even yours just because of our differences, right?" He whispered in her ear, and she gasped lowly because he was right. That was one point as well, among the others, but now what was he going to do? "Turn around, Chloe." His voice was commanding, and she slowly turned around before looking at his eyes, which were stern at the moment. He looked merciless and different from the funny, jovial guy she had known. It felt as if the man standing in front of her right now was someone else. "Am I right?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows and slipping his hands into his poc
Mia had been going crazy because of someone who was behaving a lot weirder as each day passed, and she felt like the old, cold guy was better. At least he never confused her. "Mia, I forgot to inform you. I have a meeting in Paris next week, so we'll be leaving on Sunday. I'm not going to leave you both here, so get your bags ready." This was two days ago, he ordered her, and there was no room for any further discussion. Today was Friday, and she still wasn't sure if he was being serious. "Bryan, baby, what do we do? Should we pack our bags or not?" She asked Bryan, who was busy playing with his toys. Huffing she sat on the bed and wondered why she was hesitant about going with him. She was thankful that he wasn't around, or else she would've been a mess. After he had asked her to call him by his name, she could only stare at him, dumbfounded. If he has never objected before when she was used to calling him Mr. Ian, then why now? What changed? And she is not comfortable w
It had been two weeks since Mia shared her past with Alex, she had never felt so light and at peace before, and it felt different. (MIA'S PAST: Mr. and Mrs. Derek gave birth to two kids, one boy and one girl, the girl is Mia, and the boy she can't remember his name. One day, her parents are going to a park. On their way, they are trying to press on the break, but it does not work. As Mr. Derek kept trying and trying to control the car, he didn't know that a truck was coming in his direction. He just turned the steering to the other side to avoid hitting the truck as he turned, and he lost control of the car. The car started to move towards the bush, then suddenly hit a big tree. Mrs. Derektold Mia to jump out of the car before it exploded. When she jumped out of the car, it exploded right in front of her, and she started crying when she saw a lady coming in her direction. She injected her with something before she blanked out, so since then she hasn't remembered anything. She just
“You have a meeting with Mr. Ken in about thirty minutes.” George said, and Alex nodded, and they went about discussing other projects and schedules for the day. The rest of the day, Alex was immersed in work, which kept him from thinking anything about Mia. The only time he was reminded of her was when he would glance at his phone. It was strange, but he felt like messaging her. Mia was thrilled and excited that Bryan’s birthday was not far away. Her baby’s first birthday was going to be memorable, if not the best. She was somehow content with how her life was going. Of course, she had her share of complaints and frustrations from time to time, but they would be long forgotten by just a smile of someone’s. “Mama” Bryan called. She knew exactly what she was talking about, she smiled and turned to look at him. He was accessing her phone, and when she looked at him, he grinned and showed the phone. “Dadda.” He spoke while keeping the phone in his ear, imitating calling,
It was seven forty, and there was still no sign of Alex. Mia sighed as she glanced at the entrance for the nth time and then chuckled to herself. What exactly was she doing? Keeping hopes? Expectations? Just because he said he would be early didn’t mean he was asking her to wait for him. With another sigh leaving her lips, she got up and checked on Bryan, who seemed to be sleeping soundly. A smile formed on her lips, knowing he was going to be up later in the night and give her a hard time. But that’s how babies are innocent and carefree. Growing up was sure messed up. A few moments later, as she stood on the terrace watching the bright city lights, the breeze flowing through created a sense of calmness inside her. “I guess you like the terrace more than any place in the house." She was startled as she turned around and found him leaning on the wall as he stared at her. “How long have you been here?” She questioned him, and he shrugged as he pushed himself off the wall and walke