MIA’S POVThe house feels quiet as I unlock the door and step inside. I set my purse down on the entryway table. It’s late—later than I intended. I’m tired from the long day at the store and the office. But the sight that greets me as I close the door behind me makes me stop in my tracks.Alexander is standing in the living room with his tall frame dominating the space. He looks completely at ease. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing the sleeve tattoo on his muscular forearm. In his hand is a half-filled glass of wine.My breath catches for a split second, and I hate myself for it. Alexander is cold and impossible to read. Yet, every time I see him, there’s a magnetic pull I can’t quite explain. He’s handsome in the kind of way that’s almost unfair. It makes it hard for someone to look away from him.When his eyes meet mine, I forget to breathe.“You’re home late,” Alexander says.“I was at the store,” I reply evenly, walking further into the room. “The new one. I neede
THIRD PERSON’S POVMia leans back in the chair with her wine glass. Cynthia keeps trying outfit after outfit. Mia can’t help but laugh at some of Cynthia’s funny antics.“What about this one?” Cynthia asks, spinning around in a sleek, emerald-green dress that hugs her figure.Mia tilts her head with a smile “It suits you. Bold, confident—definitely your style.”Cynthia grins, turning back to admire herself in the mirror. “I knew you’d say that.”Before Mia can respond, a movement from the corner of her eye catches her attention. A man stands just beyond the racks of clothing with his gaze fixed on her.Eric.Her smile vanishes, replaced by a look of irritation. He stands there like a statue. His expression is one of shock. His shock intensifies after she speaks to her staff members about the file. She can see how surprised he is to hear that she owns the place.“Mia?” Cynthia’s voice interrupts her thoughts. She follows Mia’s gaze and spots Eric. “Who’s that?”Mia’s grip on her wine g
MIA’S POVThe day of the fashion event has finally arrived. Today is a big day. Today, I will step into the world I’ve worked so hard for, and I can’t help but feel proud of myself. I feel a bit anxious too. I can’t wait to see my clothes on the runway.I take a deep breath as I roll out of bed, stretching my limbs. I’ve had my mind wrapped around the event for weeks now. I’ve planned everything down to the smallest detail, from the presentation to the outfits, and now, I only need to focus on enjoying the day.But, as I stand in front of the mirror, looking at myself with my hair still tousled, I remember that I didn’t remember to tell Alexander about the event.. With everything I’ve been juggling—work, preparing for the event, making sure Wendy was settled—I completely forgot.I make my way toward Alexander’s room. Maybe it’s not too late. Maybe I can catch him before he leaves. But when I reach his door and gently push it open, I find that his side of the bed is already empty. His
ERIC'S POVI walk through the door into the living room as my mind still replays the scene from earlier today. And there she is—Julia. She's filming a video, as usual, capturing her perfect angles for her followers with a dazzling smile plastered across her face.Does she not care about anything else? All she wants to do is make videos and post them. Oh. And shopping, of course. But that’s not the problem right now. No, the problem is Mia.It’s been days since I saw her—since she walked back into my life with that new, confident aura surrounding her. It’s like a punch in the gut every time I think about it. Mia’s changed. And she’s all I can think about.“Hey, you’re back,” Julia says. Her voice is laced with the false sweetness she always uses when she wants something from me. She stands up with a bright smile. The smile is too bright. I don’t respond at first. My eyes drif away from her as I try to settle my racing thoughts. “Yes, I’m back,” I reply flatly. She steps closer “D
MIA'S POVI sit poised and composed. I smile as I watch the models walk down the makeshift runway. Each step they take showcases my designs—exquisite dresses from my store, tailored perfectly to their figures. The dresses aren’t just fabric to me; they represent beauty and elegance, just like the women who wear them.I can’t help but smile wider as I admire the way the dresses cling to their bodies. Their heels click sharply against the floor The models move with such grace that, for a moment, I feel like I’m in the middle of a dream. Everything is falling into place."Let her try on those dresses we received yesterday," I instruct one of my staff members. My eyes are fixed on one particular model who moves gracefully. There’s something about her—her poise, her confidence—that draws me in, and I know she’ll be perfect for my collection.“No, I need that dress styled differently. Not like that,” I say as I stand and make my way toward the model. The hours I’ve spent perfecting every
MIA'S POVThe moment I hear Eric’s voice, a cold shiver slithers down my spine. It’s as if the air itself knows to hold its breath, waiting for my response. I turn toward him. This man, the one who’s caused me so much heartache. And yet, seeing him standing there, it’s like my body forgets everything I’ve fought to bury.Just one glance, and I can see the memories again. Why is he here? Why can’t he leave me the hell alone?My heart races, and I feel so many emotions inside me. Anger. Resentment. Hatred. I take a deep breath, trying to swallow it all. I want him gone—out of my sight, out of my life. Is that too much to ask?James eyes him suspiciously.“What do you want?” James asks him. Eric meets his gaze for a moment before turning his attention to me. He looks at me with a softened expression and It sickens me.“Can I please have a word with her?” Eric’s request is so casual, so demanding, like he believes he’s entitled to my time.I can’t help but scoff. James looks between u
JAMES', POVI watch Mia closely. My eyes trace the subtle movements of her lips as she smiles. The light in her eyes never fades as she watches the models strut down the runway. There’s something in the way she observes them. It’s like she sees something the rest of us don’t.I excuse myself from the group I’d been chatting with. I push through the crowd, each step taking me closer to her. When I finally reach her side, a smile breaks across my face, almost involuntarily. I can feel the subtle shift in her energy as she feels me approach. Her back straightens just a little. “Hey,” I say softly “Are you okay?”She glances at me briefly, then takes a sip from her glass“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”I study her. I can tell there's more she’s not saying, but I don’t want to push. Yet, something in me can’t help but wonder—what the hell just happened? Why did that guy mess with her like that?I take a seat beside her. My eyes never leave her face as I try to read her, like I’ve alw
THIRD PERSON'S POVAs James pulls up to the entrance of Mia’s mansion, he can’t help but stare. He was taken aback by its beauty. The house is even more sophisticated than he expects. "Is this your place?" he asks Mia.Mia nods "Yes" James’s eyes widen, impressed. “Wow, it's stunning. You have an eye for good things—just like with the dresses at the event. The crowd can’t stop talking about them. They’re all so striking. I have to say, you’ve got brilliance written all over you.” His words are meant to be a compliment, but there's something more sincere, something deeper inside them.Mia’s smile widens and her eyes are filled with pride. She hadn’t expected such genuine admiration, and it warms her. “Thanks, James. Now that you mention it, I’m quite proud of it. It makes me stand out, after all.” The moment lingers as they stare at each other. James can’t tear his eyes away from her, but he quickly snaps himself out of it and makes a quick move to open the car door for her. He wal
MIA’S POVI step into the boardroom with Alexander by my side. The air is thick with tension, the kind that makes people hold their breath, waiting for something to happen. As soon as we enter, Camille's expression shifts from confidence to shock, but she quickly masks it with a scowl.She wasn’t expecting us. Especially not Alexander.A slow, smug smile spreads across her lips as she crosses her arms and leans against the long y table. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mia and Alexander. Just in time for my leadership party. How thoughtful of you to attend."Her voice drips with mockery, but I refuse to give her the reaction she wants. Alexander stands tall beside me. I meet Camille’s gaze head-on, unbothered by her taunts."I must say," Camille continues, strutting around the room as if she already owns the place, "I expected resistance, but I didn’t think you'd have the nerve to show up and watch your empire slip right through your fingers."I smirk, tilting my head. "I wouldn’t be so
CAMILLE’S POVThe past two days have been nothing but preparation. Preparation for me to take over Alexander’s company. Ever since the attack, I’ve spent hours scrutinizing my men, watching their every move, searching for any sign of betrayal. But for the first time, I find nothing. No suspicious behavior, no hidden agendas. Just silence.Fine. It doesn’t matter.Tomorrow is what truly counts. Tomorrow, I take everything. The company will be mine, and I’ll get to watch as Alexander and Mia crumble under the weight of their own failure. Just the thought sends a rush of satisfaction through me. They took everything from me. Now, it’s my turn.A slow smile stretches across my lips as I reach for my phone, dialing one of the board directors.“Everything is in place?” I ask him. “Yes, ma’am,” he responds without hesitation. “Everything will proceed exactly as planned.”“Good.” I end the call. My fingers tighten around the phone as I let the victory settle in my bones.Tomorrow, everything
MIA’S POVLooking into Alexander’s eyes, every worry of mine is gone in an instant. There’s just something about him….something that keeps pulling me deeper even when I try to pull away. I don’t try to fight it. I can’t.Alexander leans down, capturing my lips in his again. Our lips move passionately against each other. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Every kiss, every touch – it sets my whole body on fire but in the best way possible.Alexander lifts me up as if I weigh nothing, never breaking the kiss. I feel him go to the other end of the room and sit on the bed. I shove my tongue further down his throat, deepening the kiss. My whole body feels alive in a way it never has with anyone before. His touch is electric. His kisses are addictive. Alexander is like a drug that I can’t get enough of and I don’t even want to. As we kiss, the air around us feels charged with electricity. Every nerve ending of mine is standing at attention and goosebumps rise down my a
ALEXANDER’S POVMia's fingers are tight around my wrist as she drags me out of Wendy’s room. Her grip is so desperate that I can feel the slight tremble in her hands. I follow her without arguing because I know for Mia to act this way, it must be something serious. Earlier, she said something about Eric being convinced that he’s Wendy’s father but it’s still left me confused because she hasn’t explained yet. I need her to tell me what’s happening. That’s the only way I’ll be able to help.“Mia, what’s going on?” I ask the moment she pulls me into the hallway.She looks around as if to make sure no one else is within earshot. Then she turns to me. Her eyes are wide and filled with fear. “Eric knows.”Silence stretches between us as my stomach tightens. “Knows what?”“He’s convinced that Wendy is his daughter,” she breathes out.Shock slams into me like a fist. “What?”Mia nods frantically. “When he confronted me in my office, it seemed like he was just making assumptions but right now
MIA’S POVI slide into the backseat of the car. My fingers tremble as I gently touch my throat where Eric’s hands had squeezed. The skin there is still hot from the pressure. I wince at the memory of his grip, the raw anger in his eyes. I could practically feel the anger radiating off him. His actions shocked me even more.Even when we were married, Eric had never been violent with me. He’d always been... controlling, sure, but never like this.Now, it’s like a switch has flipped. I can see the fury in his eyes. He seems desperate to find out the truth. He knows something, and I can’t—won’t—let him find out the truth. Wendy cannot be his. I won’t let him take her away from me. Not after everything we’ve been through.I need to talk to Alexander. He’s the only one who can help me. He’s the only one who knows about sending the warden off.How else did Eric confirm that Wendy was his daughter if not through the warden? My mind is racing and the pieces of the puzzle seem to be snapping in
MIA’S POVThe moment Gina walked away, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The best option was to fire Gina but she begged me not to. I put myself in her shoes. I don’t blame her. She was desperate.Besides, was firing her really the best idea? Gina knew a lot about the company and she could easily play into Camille’s hands out of spite. The best thing is to keep an eye on her.I sink back into the seat of the car. My thoughts keep circling back to the fake document. It was supposed to be a weapon, something to use against me, but Camille didn’t know it was fake. Camile didn’t have a clue, did she?Just as I’m about to slip deeper into my thoughts, my phone buzzes, dragging me out of my head. The number on the screen is unfamiliar, but I answer it anyway.“Mia,” the voice on the other end says.I recognize the voice immediately. It’s Eric.“I see you,” he says “You need to pull over. I need to talk to you.”I sigh, rubbing my temples. I don’t have time for his games. Not
MIA’S POVMy heart pounds against my ribs as I sit in the car, gripping the leather of my seat. Outside, my driver speaks to the stranger who has been following us. I watch them through the tinted window with my breath caught in my throat.Who is this person? And why are they trailing me?Then, the second car door opens, and someone steps out.Gina.My breath hitches. Gina? My secretary?What the hell is she doing here?She exchanges a few words with my driver. As she talks, I can see her hands trembling at her sides. Then I hear it in her voice as she speaks. Even her voice is shaking."I need to speak to Miss Mia alone." She says.Alone?We literally just saw each other at the office. Why didn’t she talk to me there? Why did she have to trail behind me like a mad man?I lower the window. My eyes lock onto hers, searching for answers. Gina looks terrified. Her face is pale and I can see beads of sweat glistening on her forehead despite how cold it is outside."Gina?" My voice comes o
ERIC’S POVI pace the length of my study. My fingers keep drumming against the desk as I stare at the countless documents spread out before me. I know Mia is lying. Wendy is mine—I feel it in my bones. But feeling isn’t enough. I need proof. And if Mia won’t give it to me willingly, I’ll tear the truth from her hands myself.The research is relentless. I’ve scoured every record, every connection Mia had in prison, looking for someone—anyone—who might know what happened during those months she disappeared from my life. And then, in the midst of my search, I stumble upon something I never expected: my own past. I find out a secret about my family that I never knew about.A scandal. A cover-up. A murder.My father, my perfect, untouchable father—was accused of killing a family of three. Not with his own hands, no. He built the unstable house they lived in and because of how greedy he was, he refused to renovate it with better materials. He let it crumble to pieces around them. And when t
MIA’S POVThe cold metal chair beneath me is uncomfortable. The air in the visitation room is thick and suffocating. My fingers drum restlessly against the table as I wait.As soon as Eli gave Camille the document, we knew Camille would try to double cross him. Turns out, we were right. Camille got Eli arrested. I need Eli’s help. So, I decided to come see him in prison.I tap my fingers on the table, waiting impatiently. Then, the door creaks open.Eli steps through, and my breath catches in my throat.He’s barely recognizable. His walk is slower, heavier. His cheekbone is bruised, his lip split, and there’s a faint discoloration around his eye that tells me he’s been in a fight—several, by the looks of it. His jumpsuit hangs off his frame.“Jesus, Eli…” The words slip from my lips before I can stop them.He smirks, or at least tries to, but it looks more like a grimace. “Miss me?”I shake my head, swallowing down the lump in my throat. “What the hell happened to you?”He exhales slo