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
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 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
Prologue "Hello, somebody help me, please! Anybody, can you hear me?" I called out, my voice echoing in the confined space."Keep your mouth shut and remain calm. No one can hear you," a gruff voice responded."Please, where am I? Why am I being tied up? I need to go back to my husband and family," I pleaded with my vision blurry.The short, bald man gave a long, mocking laugh. "Husband? The same husband who has rejected you and sold you out?""Sold? What do you mean sold? He would never do that," I said, my voice shaking."You have been sold, and you are going to meet your new owner. So stop screaming and preserve your strength. I will bring you food later." With that, he left.I sank to the floor as tears flooded my eyes….Being sold for the second time, here I was, tied up in a container on a ship in the middle of an ocean, heading to an unknown destination. The only thing I could remember was driving to the office to meet up with Carl for the investors meeting when a car ran int
Mia's POV****************My full name is Mia Miloslava Pankraz, and I'm 27 years old. After 3 years of struggling, I finally landed the job I'd dreamed of at LiveStrong, a prestigious company.Living in Harburg, I'd gotten used to the cold stares and whispers that followed me in the streets.My mother, Mathilda, used to be my world. But after my father’s death, everything changed. She turned cold, filled with hatred, convinced that I was responsible. She blamed me, as did everyone else. And I don’t blame her; it was easier to pin the blame on someone else, someone who was just a child at the time. But the weight of that blame has been crushing me ever since.When she left me, I thought maybe things would get better. I was sent to live with my grandfather, but life with him wasn’t easy. He was harsh and demanding.As I ran down the empty street, the wind whipped through my hair, and my tears streamed down my face, stinging my skin.My heart was pounding in my chest with each desperat
Carl's POVToday was supposed to be the day I surrendered to my dad's persistent demands to get married, but instead of feeling excited or nervous, I just felt irritated. I'm Carl Oswald. At 30, I’m the acting CEO of LiveStrong, a company I inherited from my father. On paper, I have everything—a powerful position, endless wealth, and the legacy of a thriving empire. But what most people don’t know is that I live with prosopagnosia, face blindness. I can’t recognize faces or read facial expressions, not even my own family’s.All I see are features that blur together, like pieces of a puzzle I can never solve. Voices, scents, and the way people move those are the only ways I navigate this colorless, faceless world.I looked at the neatly arranged suit beside me, feeling a mixture of resignation and frustration. I had more important things to do, yet here I was, forced into a wedding I hadn’t even agreed to willingly. My father, a man of practicality and power, had orchestrated this w
Mia's POV…….I was expecting to meet my unknown husband today, but definitely not my boss, Carl Oswald.I was staring at my boss, the man known for his icy demeanor and towering ego, dressed in a tuxedo and standing at the altar, ready to exchange vows with me. The man who had made my life a living hell on the first day at work, was now my husband.The priest's brow furrowed in confusion, but I managed to compose myself, giving Carl a light nod though the shock was still present. "What are you doing here?" he whispered harshly.“Getting married to you obviously”I whispered back, with a fake smile.Despite his condescending tone, I couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked. "And what are you looking at, huh?" he whispered again, irritation creeping into his voice."I wasn't even looking at you, sir," I replied quietly with rolled eyes, trying to maintain my composure.I couldn't help but admire the way the tuxedo hugged his broad shoulders and chiseled jaw. But then, I reminde
Carl POV The sight of my bride-to-be was a shock to me. The woman standing at the altar was my naive and outdated-looking secretary, Miloslava. This day couldn't get any worse, It was as if the universe had conspired against me, delivering the most unexpected twist to an already unwanted script.When she got to the altar, I could clearly see the color of her gown and skin, and for a brief moment, I was happy to be regaining my sight. But that happiness was short-lived when I realized it was Miloslava standing before me. She was the only colorful person I could see, and I still didn't understand why.There is something about her that made me hire her. Her name was the same as my late mother.That had seemed like a good sign, but not anymore. I couldn't see her face clearly; it was blurry like everyone else's due to my face blindness.She wasn't wearing her glasses either, but I felt her gaze on me. I'm sure she's happy about all this, that's why she came to work for me. This was
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