MIA’S POVThe realization of how deeply Alexander has invaded my thoughts sends a feeling I can’t describe through my entire body. My skin feels hot and my chest tight. It’s as if just the thought of him has power over me, leaving me unsettled and distracted. I still haven’t answered James’s question about Alexander but that’s not what bothers me most. It’s the suffocating feeling of emotions I can’t control.It feels as if the walls are closing in on me and I have no idea why. I feel all heated up inside.I need to leave here, if only for a moment. I need to breathe“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” I say abruptly, standing from the table.James looks up at me in concern “Are you okay?”I force a small smile “Yeah, I just need a moment.”Without waiting for his response, I walk toward the restrooms. The air feels cooler here, but it’s not enough to clear my head. I push open the bathroom door and step inside, letting out a long, shaky breath as I lean against the sink.I stare at my
MIA’S POVAfter an awkward dinner, James takes me home. I let out a deep breath as he pulls up in front of my house.For a moment, we both sit there I silence. None of us knows what to say or what to do.Honestly, the situation was more awkward than I was prepared for. I wasn’t expecting him to come into the bathroom and kiss me. It didn’t help that throughout the kiss, I was thinking of someone else.“Goodnight,” I say, giving him a small smile before stepping out of the car.As I walk up the pathway to the front door, I replay the events of the evening in my mind. The kiss. His lips were soft, and he was sweet, but… something felt off. Something… someone. My heart clenches and I feel guilty all over again. I didn’t mean to think of Alexander, but his face kept intruding.I shake my head as I open the door. Wendy’s excited little voice immediately fills the space, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Mommy!” she cries, rushing toward me with outstretched arms.Her tiny feet hit against t
ALEXANDER’S POVEarlier this evening, I stop by a small flower shop on the way to Mia's office. The scent of roses and lilies fills the air as I pick out a bouquet of her favorite flowers—soft pink roses and white baby's breath. I’ve never bought her flowers before, but something about today feels different. Maybe it’s the constant ache in my chest every time I think of her. Or maybe it’s the way she’s always on my mind, no matter how hard I try to focus on anything else. I want to do something that makes her smile, something that tells her she’s special to me.By the time I reach her office building, the sun is beginning to set. I park my car and head inside with the bouquet clutched tightly in my hand. I’m nervous. It’s not like me to feel this way, but Mia has always had that effect on me. She makes me feel... alive even though I don’t like to show it.As I approach her office, I see her through the glass window. She’s moving quickly, like she’s in a hurry to grab something. Her h
ELI’S POVEvery waking moment of my life feels consumed by Mia. She’s everywhere—in my thoughts, my dreams, the deepest corners of my mind. No matter how much I try to focus on anything else, it always circles back to her.The day we reconnected wasn’t by accident, though she doesn’t know that. I had been planning it for years, orchestrating the perfect moment for us to cross paths. Seeing her again after all this time… it felt like the universe had finally aligned. Like I was whole again.But the truth is far darker.I sit in my study, deep in thought. On the far wall, hidden behind a locked door, lies my secret. It’s my sanctuary. It’s my secret shrine to Mia.My fingers twitch with excitement as I rise from my chair. I unlock the door and step inside. The sight before me never fails to thrill me.There she is.Photographs of Mia cover the corkboard. Each one is a snapshot of her life. Some are taken from a distance when she had no idea I was there. Others are ones I’ve managed to g
MIA’S POVI start to feel hungry in my office and that’s when I remember that I skipped breakfast before stepping out of the house this morning. My schedule has been tight to the point that I didn’t have the time to get something to et. All I had was coffee, handed to me by one of the maids as I rushed out.I need to go out to eat but the idea of sitting alone at a restaurant doesn’t seem nice to me right now I grab my phone and scroll to Cynthia’s number.“Hey,” I say when she picks up.“Mia, I’m in the middle of something,” she says quickly and I can hear background noise.“I need lunch,” I say, skipping pleasantries. “Come with me?”Her pause lasts only a second before she blurts, “You should’ve started with that! Give me twenty minutes. I’ll meet you at your office!”I laugh. Food is the magic word with Cynthia.I settle back in my chair and try to focus on the notes from this morning’s meeting. But my mind keeps drifting to the kiss I had with Alexander last night. It was…unexpec
MIA’S POVI step out of the car and make my way back to my office. Lunch with Cynthia always has a way of making me smile. Once I’m inside my office, I close the door and get to the business of the day.The work waits for no one, and today is no exception. I settle into my chair, flipping open my laptop and diving into the latest updates on our projects. Gina knocks lightly and steps in with a stack of files balanced in her arms."These need your signature, ma’am," she says with a polite smile, placing the papers on my desk."Thanks" I reply, picking up my pen.I focus on the files and read through each of them carefully. Contracts, approvals, and budget outlines pass through my hands. After I’m done with those, I go on to the next item on my list. The designs for our upcoming clothing line catch my attention next. Sketches of bold, elegant silhouettes stare back at me, and I lose myself in the details—adjusting colors here, adding notes there.I go through meetings the rest of the a
ALEXANDER’S POVI lean against the porch railing, waiting for Mia to come home. I’ve called her severally but she hasn’t picked up. She’s probably traumatized by what happened and I can’t blame her. My hands clenched into fists as I replay the driver’s earlier words in my mind. Mia was almost kidnapped. Almost.The thought alone makes my stomach twist with rage and fear. If it hadn’t been for James...I watch as James’ car pulls into the driveway. Mia steps out of the car and I sigh in relief. The fact that she’s alright is enough to stop me from going insane. Ever since the driver said those words, it felt like I had been holding my breath.The second she opens the door and steps inside, I can’t hold myself back.“Mia.” I say, walking towards her.She turns and her eyes widen with surprise as I pull her into a hug.. My arms tighten around her instinctively, and for a moment, she seems frozen before she relaxes into the embrace.“I was so worried,” I say softly “I’m so sorry that hap
MIA’S POVSaturday mornings are usually predictable for me—a slow start, lazy hours with Wendy, or occasionally indulging in fashion events. But this one feels different.I wake up so restless that it makes it hard for me to lie in bed. The house is unusually quiet. Maybe it’s because Wendy and Alexander have gone off to a park together.The thought of joining them had crossed my mind, but I dismissed it. I’m not in the mood for crowds or the noise. Besides, there isn’t a fashion event in sight to keep me entertained today.As I scroll through my phone, browsing Louis Vuitton’s latest bag collections and high-end outfits, I feel a spark of inspiration for my clothing line. But after a while, even that doesn’t hold my attention. I start to feel bored and I know I need to do something, anything to shake it off.Without much thought, I call one of my drivers.“I’m going to the supermarket,” I tell him “Please, get the car ready”“But ma’am,” he replies “the maids can handle that for you.”
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
MIA’S POVEric just left my office, and I can’t breathe. The air feels thick, like I’m choking on all the secrets I’ve tried so hard to bury. My hands are trembling as I sit back in my chair, staring blankly at the door he walked out of.He knows.He has to know something.Why else would he accuse me like that? Like he’s piecing it all together. My stomach turns as I think about Wendy, my sweet, innocent Wendy and what this could mean for her.Eric can never find out she’s his daughter. Never. Not just because of the custody battle I’m sure he’d launch the moment he finds out, but because of Julia. That woman, no, that witch—would ruin Wendy’s life. I can already see it: Wendy being treated as some unwanted stepchild while Julia parades her fake smiles in public and spits venom at her in private. Wendy deserves better than that. She deserves love, stability, and happiness. I’ve worked too hard to give her that to let Eric and his wife take it all away.I grab my phone and dial my priv
ERIC’S POVThe image of Wendy’s innocent face keeps replaying in my mind. I’ve tried to focus on work, to push the thought of her out of my head, but it’s impossible. There’s something about her—something that calls to me. Something is urging me to uncover the truth. I know I should stay away, that my life is complicated enough as it is, but when I saw her with Mia… it shattered everything I thought I knew.I hired the best investigators, threw every resource at the case. My obsession grows with each passing hour. I tell myself it’s for closure, that I need answers. But deep down, I know it’s more than that. It’s something deeper. There’s a part of me that can’t shake the feeling that this little girl, Wendy is mine.I look through the details of Mia’s life after prison. The investigators are thorough. They help me uncover things I never knew, and it only deepens my desire to know more. After her release, Mia traveled to a state I never knew her to visit before. I can’t explain why, b
ALEXANDER’S POVI’ve always believed that when you’re dealing with someone as ruthless as Camille, you have to be prepared for the unexpected. But nothing could have prepared me for the call that came in late that night. The voice on the other end was shaky, and filled with fear. It sounded as if they’ve been sitting on this secret for far too long."Alexander," the voice says. "I have information about Camille."I sit up straighter, immediately alert. My hand grips the edge of my desk. The blood in my veins runs cold. It’s the one thing I’ve been searching for—information that could expose everything about her."Who is this?" I demand.The voice hesitates for a long moment before answering, as if trying to think if they can trust me with what they're about to say."You don’t know me," they say, and there’s bitterness in their words. "But I know you. I know you’ve been digging into Camille, and I know what you’re trying to find."I lean forward “How do you know this?”“I was once like