(Mia’s POV
I wasn’t sure what had pulled me toward the dining area, but as I stepped inside, I halted. There, seated at the long, grand dining table, was Carl.
He wasn’t eating. He was simply sitting there, staring blankly at the plate before him. A faint, unreadable expression crossed his face as he lifted his fork, poked at the food absentmindedly, then set it back down. His posture was stiff, shoulders drawn in slightly, as if he were deep in thought.
I frowned. It wasn’t the first time I had noticed this.
In the weeks since our forced marriage, I had observed Carl’s peculiar relationship with food. He barely ate. If anything, he only picked at whatever was served, never truly indulging in a meal. At first, I thought it was just his preference, but the more I paid attention, the more unsettling it became.
Office Politics(Mia’s POV –I had always known that LiveStrong was Carl’s world. It was the one place where he truly belonged, where his sharp mind and ruthless ambition made him untouchable. But what I hadn’t expected was how much of a presence Hans Oswald had in this company.Hans.Carl’s stepbrother.The man who always seemed to be lurking around, watching, smiling.There's something about him that made my stomach twist.He was charming, in a way that made people lower their guard. But there was something beneath the surface, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.And now, standing in the office, watching the way everyone gravitated toward him, I felt it even stronger.Hans wasn’t just present in the company.
Carl’s Cold and Harsh Attitude(Carl’s POV –I had no interest in playing nice.Mia had been forced into my life, into my company, into my space. And I hated it.Every morning, she showed up at my office like she belonged here, with that calm, unbothered expression, as if my presence didn’t affect her. As if she had every right to be here.She didn’t.She was an outsider.A woman my father forced into my life for reasons I still didn’t fully understand.And I made sure she knew it.“Coffee,” I said without looking up as I flipped through the morning reports.I heard her pause for a second before responding. “You already have a cup.”I exhaled sharply
Chapter 18: Determined to Succeed(Mia’s POVCarl Oswald was an insufferable man.Cold. Harsh. Unforgiving.And I was stuck working under him.I had done nothing to deserve his resentment, yet he treated me like I was an intruder in front of everyone, an inconvenience he had to tolerate. Every word that came out of his mouth dripping with condescension, every glance was filled with disdain.I wasn’t blind. I saw how he went out of his way to make things harder for me—his endless demands, his dismissive remarks, his need to remind everyone that I was beneath him.But I wasn’t going to break.Not for him. Not for anyone.The next morning, I arrived at the office earlier than usual.The floor was quiet, the o
Carl’s Face Blindness at Work(Carl’s POV ….I had spent years perfecting the art of control.In business, in life, in every interaction—I made sure I was the one in charge.But there was one thing I had never been able to control.My face blindness.It was a weakness, a flaw I had learned to hide so well that no one—no one—had ever suspected it. Not my employees. Not the board. Not even Hans, despite his attempts to always be one step ahead of me.But today, I came dangerously close to slipping.The boardroom was full, and the conversation buzzed around me.I sat at the head of the table, my expression unreadable as I listened to my executives discuss projections and expansion strategies. The numbers made sense. The words were clear
Carl’s World in Black and WhiteMia’s POV –I wasn’t supposed to notice.But I did.I saw it in the meeting—the hesitation, the flicker of uncertainty in Carl’s usually sharp eyes.At first, I thought it was just his usual arrogance, his way of making people squirm before giving them an answer. But the more I paid attention, the more I realized—Carl Oswald wasn’t just being cold.He was struggling.It hit me like a slow-burning revelation, the pieces falling into place one by one.Carl never addressed anyone by name in meetings.He relied heavily on voices and body language.And just earlier, when the finance director had spoken, I’d seen it—a brief moment of panic in his eyes before
The Mystery of ColorCarl’s POV –I knew something was off the moment Mia stepped into my office.Her voice was steady, professional as always, but there was something beneath it—curiosity.She was testing me.And I didn’t like it.I kept my expression neutral, my eyes focused on the report in front of me.She stood there, waiting."Mr. Oswald, I added a section on projected expenses. If you need further clarification, let me know," she said evenly.she was careful with her words, too careful.She was watching me.I could feel it.So I did what I always did—I pretended not to notice."Noted," I replied, flipping through the pages without looking up.
A Dangerous RivalTashi didn’t like change.Not when it threatened what was supposed to be hers.Carl had always been the same—cold, distant, and untouchable. She had spent years getting close to him, understanding his moods, knowing what made him tick. She had built a place for herself in his life, whether he acknowledged it or not.But now, something was different.And the reason had a name—Mia Jasper.Tashi had brushed Mia off at first.Another nobody.Another woman Carl wouldn’t waste his time on.But lately, she had seen something unsettling—Carl was paying attention.No, not in an obvious way. Not in a way most people would notice. But Tashi knew Carl. And she knew when something was occupying his mind.
Tashi’s Investment StrategyCarl’s POVCarl sat in his office, fingers drumming rhythmically against his desk, his mind heavy with distraction.The visit from Tashi the previous day had left a bitter taste in his mouth.She had been too familiar, too comfortable—as if she owned a piece of him.But that wasn’t what bothered him the most.It was Mia.Or more specifically, the way Tashi had spoken to her.Carl had noticed the exchange, the silent power play.And he hated that it bothered him.He shouldn’t care what Tashi thought of Mia. He shouldn’t care about any of it.Yet, here he was, thinking about it—thinking about her.Damn it.He pushed the th
Mia’s Confrontation with Carl(Mia’s Point of View I had been patient.I had been silent.I had swallowed my pride, endured the cold glares, the sharp words, the constant reminder that I was nothing in his world.But tonight—tonight, I snapped.Carl had always been unkind to me, but lately, it had gotten worse.His indifference had turned into something sharper, something more deliberate.One moment, he would ignore me completely. The next, he would find the smallest excuse to criticize me.My presence irritated him.Everything I did seemed to bother him.And I could take it—I had taken it for weeks. But what I couldn’t take was the way he kept pretending.Pretending like he didn’t see me.Pretending like I didn’t matter.And yet, I knew he was lying.Because I caught him watching me when he thought I wasn’t looking.I noticed how he drank the coffee I made every morning, even when he never asked for it.I saw how his gaze softened for a split second when I brought him dinner, only
Carl’s Internal Battle(Carl’s Point of View I didn’t believe in fate.I didn’t believe in accidents either.Everything in life had a cause, a reason, a pattern. That’s how I had learned to navigate the world—by controlling what I could and shutting out what I couldn’t.But now, something was wrong.Mia.I saw her in color.And I had no logical explanation for it.For as long as I could remember, faces had been a blur to me. A disorder, they called it—prosopagnosia—but I had long since stopped caring for labels.I learned to live with it.I memorized voices, movements, the way people carried themselves. I didn’t need to see details to understand who someone was.But my world was gray.Everyone was the same. Shadows. Outlines. No color.Until her.Until Mia.The first time it happened, I thought it was a mistake. A trick of the light.But it wasn’t.It kept happening.Every time I looked at her, I saw more.The deep brown of her hair, the warmth in her hazel eyes, the soft blush of he
Mia’s Growing Influence(Carl’s Point of View I never liked changes.Routine was predictable, controllable. I knew what to expect, how things worked, and where everyone belonged. That’s how I kept my life in order, my emotions in check.But then she happened.Mia Miloslava Pankraz.My unwanted wife. My unexpected problem.She was supposed to be nothing more than a contract—an obligation. Yet, somehow, she was everywhere.And worse?I was starting to notice her.It started with something small.My coffee.I was particular about it—strong, just a little sugar, no milk. No one ever got it right. Not my previous secretaries, not my staff, not even Tashi, despite her years of working with me.But one morning, as I sat at my desk, drowning in files, Mia walked in and placed a cup in front of me.I barely looked at her. “I didn’t ask for this.”She didn’t flinch. “I know. Just try it.”I frowned, but the smell of it was familiar. Too familiar.I hesitated before picking it up and taking a
Tashi’s Growing Rage(Third-Person Point of View Tashi Matsuda had spent years by Carl Oswald’s side, believing—knowing—that she was the only woman who truly understood him. She had been patient, watching from the shadows, waiting for the moment when he would finally see her the way she saw him.But that moment never came.And now, it never would.Because of her.Mia Miloslava Pankraz.The woman Carl barely tolerated. The woman he was forced to marry. Yet, somehow, he was protecting her.Tashi had expected Carl to treat Mia like an obligation—nothing more. But instead, he was defending her. Subtly, perhaps. But still.It was enough to drive Tashi to the edge.She had wasted too much time waiting for Carl to come around. If he wasn’t going to acknowledge her, if he was going to let Mia take what should have been hers, then she would take everything from him.And she knew exactly how to start.By turning to the one man who had just as much reason to hate Carl as she did.Hans Oswald.
Ashley’s Move(Third-Person Point of View The evening air inside LiveStrong’s headquarters was cool, carrying the faint scent of polished wood and expensive cologne. Most employees had already left, but Ashley Kensington remained behind.She wasn’t here for work.She was here for him.Carl Oswald.The man who had always been just out of reach.The man she wanted—not for love, not for romance, but for power.Ashley adjusted her silk blouse, ensuring the buttons were open just enough to draw his attention without seeming desperate. She had spent years perfecting the art of seduction, using her beauty to get what she wanted. And tonight, she wanted him.Or at least, she wanted to ensure that Mia Miloslava Pankraz never had him.She found him in his office, exactly where she knew he would be. He was seated at his desk, focused on his laptop, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. His expression was unreadable, his sharp jawline tense with thought.Perfect.Ashley walked i
Carl’s Silent Protection(Carl’s Personal Point of View – I hated mistakes.Especially in my company.Especially in front of potential investors.And especially when they involved a deal I had been working on for months.The moment the presentation collapsed in that conference room, I felt a familiar irritation creeping up my spine.I had expected better from Mia.But as I sat back, watching her fumble through the mess, something didn’t sit right with me.Mia Miloslava Pankraz was many things—a woman forced into a marriage she didn’t want, a stubborn employee who didn’t fear me the way she should, and an unexpected distraction I didn’t need.But she wasn’t careless.She wasn’t the type to mess up an important presentation.And yet, she had.Or at least, that’s how it looked.The question was—why?I wasn’t the kind of man who jumped to conclusions.I believed in evidence. Logic. Control.And right now, everything pointed to one clear fact—Mia had failed.But something about her reacti
Hans’ Unresolved Mystery(Third-Person Point of View Hans Oswald was not a man who easily let things go.His mind was sharp, his instincts sharper. He had built his life on calculated decisions and an ability to read people within seconds.Yet, there was one person he couldn’t quite figure out.Mia Miloslava Pankraz.From the moment she walked into LiveStrong as Carl’s new secretary, something about her had felt familiar.The curve of her face, the way she carried herself, even the sharp retorts she gave when Carl underestimated her—it all tugged at something buried deep in his memory.But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t place where he had seen her before.And it was driving him insane.Hans sat in his office, fingers tapping rhythmically against his desk.His laptop was open, but the screen was a blur. He wasn’t focused on work.Instead, his thoughts kept drifting back to her.He had always been good with faces—except when it came to Carl, of course. Thanks to his prosopag
Mia’s Soft Side(Mia’s Point of View The night was quieter than usual.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Sleep refused to come. My mind was restless, tangled with thoughts I couldn’t silence.Ever since I married Carl, I had expected indifference, maybe even hostility. But I never imagined I would find myself caring—even in the smallest ways.It was absurd.And yet, here I was, thinking about him.Earlier tonight, I had heard him. A muffled sound from down the hall, something between a groan and a gasp. It was faint, but in the silence of the mansion, it was enough to catch my attention.I hadn’t planned on knocking on his door.But my feet had moved before my mind could stop them.And when he opened it, the look in his eyes had shaken me.Carl Jasper was many things—arrogant, controlling, unreadable. But tonight, he had looked…Lost.For the first time, he wasn’t the cold and untouchable CEO. He wasn’t the man who made biting remar
Carl’s Nightmares(Carl’s Point of View – I woke up with a gasp.The room was dark, except for the dim glow from the bedside lamp I had forgotten to turn off. My heart was pounding, my throat dry, my entire body tense with the remnants of a nightmare I couldn’t escape.It was the same one.The accident.The screech of tires. The shattering glass. The smell of burning metal.And the worst part—her voice.“Carl, baby, don’t be scared.”I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help. The images were still there.My mother.Her blood on my hands.Her face, twisted in pain, trying to smile at me.I could still feel the warmth of her fingers brushing against my cheek before they went cold.And just like every time, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t stop it. I was trapped in a moment I could never change.I sucked in a sharp breath and ran a hand through my hair, trying to ground myself. My shirt was damp with sweat, my body trembling slightly from the intensity of the dream.I needed air.Throwing