Mia's POVThe word "wife" hung heavy in the air, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a prickle of something… unexpected. Was it satisfaction?“Oh, I'll grab a few things that will look lovely on her!”She bustled around the store, fetching dresses with a sense of urgency. When she attempted to enlist
Albert's POVThe rhythmic thrum of bass pulsed through the air as I pushed open the heavy oak doors of The Rusty Nail. The familiar smoky haze hung low, swirling around the patrons who crowded the dimly lit bar.A group of women on the dance floor swayed to the music. Ignoring the suggestive glances
Feeling the need to keep him updated, I sent a quick text: "Dinner with Katie after work. Anything you need me home for?"His reply was curt, a single "OK" that arrived well after dinner with Katie was done. I frowned at the single-word reply."What's wrong, Mia?" she prodded, her eyes sparkling wit
Albert's POVIvan and I raced through the city streets to get to the hospital. The image of Mia, vulnerable and injured, filled my mind. By the time we reached the hospital, a sense of urgency had morphed into a cold, steely resolve.Pushing through the automatic doors of the hospital, I found Katie
Mia POVIt’s finally the wedding day.The manicured lawn of Albert's mansion stretched out before me like a flawless green carpet, its expanse broken only by vibrantly colored flowerbeds that seemed to explode with summer blooms. The scene itself was beautiful, a picture of serenity, yet an undercur
Mia POV "You should marry a foreigner who needs a green card. " "What?" I can't believe what my best friend Katie just told me. "You heard me. It's just a normal fake marriage deal now in this city, and I can help you with that." I sighed. My mom had been in the hospital for years. It had
Mia POV"Wait a minute... You're dating a bratva underboss?!!"Katie rolled her eyes. "Aren't your walls a bit too thin to say that so loudly?" I set my jaw, looking at her. The air in the cramped space seemed to thin, making it difficult to breathe. She had neve
Mia POVI confirmed at least three times that he was the one Ivan had arranged for me, and he answered patiently with a smile each time.I had more questions, but there was no point in prying further, not yet, at least."I am Mia, by the way," I started, feeling the need to move on. "So… should we s