MIA’S POVI’m sitting in my office, getting some work done. I try to distract myself with as much work as possible. My hands tremble slightly as I sort through the files, but I force myself to focus. My mind won’t stop racing. Every little noise outside the door or creak of the building feels like a threat. Someone is watching me—I can feel it in my gut. Everything that has been happening lately makes me on edge all the time. It feels like someone can jump out and grab me any minute. It’s scary, really. The thought of it alone makes my chest tighten.My daughter, Wendy. My heart clenches as I think of her. If someone is targeting me, what if they go after her? I’ve done everything I can to protect her, but the feeling that it might not be enough keeps disturbing me.I’m so lost in my thoughts that I barely notice the door to my office opening. Gina steps into my office with a smile.“Hello Ms Mia” she says “I’ve been knocking”I sigh “I’m sorry, Gina. I didn’t hear you. Is there an is
MIA’S POVI wake up to the steady rhythm of Alexander’s heartbeat beneath my cheek. The soft sound of the jet engines is soothing, but the warmth of his arms around me is what truly makes me feel safe. Slowly, I blink my eyes open. The golden light coming through the windows tell me that it’s no longer afternoon.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Alexander’s deep greets me.I tilt my head up to look at him.“Hi Alex” I mumble, still half-asleep.He brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “We’re here.”That wakes me up completely. “Here?” I echo, sitting up straighter. “Where’s ‘here’?”Alexander smirks but doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he takes my hand and gently pulls me to my feet. His touch is warm, steady, and makes me feel safe as usual.“Come on. You’ll see.”We step out of the jet, and the moment I see where we are, my breath catches in my throat. The Eiffel Tower stands proudly in the distance. Its iron lattice work shines under the soft light of the sunset. The busy stre
MIA’S POVI lean back in my chair, deep in thought. y fingers trail over the edge of my desk as I stare at the Paris skyline captured in a photo on my phone. It’s only been a few days since Alexander whisked me away, and I still can’t stop thinking about it. Paris. The city of lights and love. It had been breathtaking. It was a literal whirlwind of romance I didn’t think he had in him.Alexander had planned every detail: the private jet, the candlelit dinner overlooking the Eiffel Tower, the way he’d held my hand as we strolled along the Seine like we were the only two people in the world. He had been perfect. Sweet, even.But now, back in the office, the glow of those days feels... fragile. I try not to overthink it, but my mind keeps circling back to the one thing that hangs in the air between us. He hasn’t said a word about changing his mind when it comes to our relationship.I sigh and turn my focus back to my computer screen. Work. Work will keep my thoughts from spiraling. If Al
ALEXANDER'S POVI’m on edge from the moment we step into the gala. The ballroom is alive. The sound of laughter, and the soft clink of champagne glasses fill the air, but none of it touches me. My senses are on overdrive. Every nerve in me is screaming that something isn’t right.My eyes dart to Mia. Her laughter lights up the room. She’s stunning tonight. Her golden dress makes her eyes shine brighter than the chandelier . But the smile she wears doesn’t fool me. Beneath her composed exterior, I can see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers tighten around her glass when she thinks no one is watching. She's scared and I hate it. I want nothing more than to keep her safe. Mia means more to me than I ever thought was possible. The thought of anything happening to her is unbearable. The delivery earlier in the day is still fresh in my mind—James’ necklace delivered with a note. That kind of delivery, that level of planning, isn’t the work of an amateur. My gut clenches at th
CAMILLE'S POVI sit back in the armchair of my private suite with the stem of my wine glass resting between my fingers. I take a sip of my wine, savoring the taste of it. The night has been... productive. Every move, every subtle nudge, has sent Mia closer to the edge. Watching her squirm under the pressure of her fear is intoxicating.It’s almost too easy.A soft laugh escapes me as I swirl the wine in my glass. Poor Mia. Always trying to play the good girl, the noble heroine, protecting everyone she loves. But heroes don’t survive games like this.From the adjoining room, the sound of hushed giggles and low whispers pulls my attention. Two women appear in the doorway. Their bodies are dressed in loosely in silk sheets that barely cling to their curves. Their eyes are filled with mischief as they walk toward me. “Camille,” one of them purrs “You’ve been working too hard.”“Come back to bed, honey,” the other adds, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “We’ll help you unwind.”I tak
MIA’S POVThe buzz of my phone jolts me awake. My hand fumbles across the nightstand, and as I grab it, the screen lights up with a string of missed calls. Eli. My stomach turns. Twenty-seven missed calls? What the hell?A voicemail notification lingers at the top of the screen. I press play, wondering what is so important that he had to call me this early and several times might I add.“Mia,” Eli’s voice bursts through the speaker. His tone is frantic and jagged, like he’s speaking through gritted teeth. “You need to meet me. Now. Your life—it’s in danger. Please, Mia, it’s urgent.”His voice wavers, and for a second, I think I hear him curse under his breath before the message cuts out. I sit there frozen with my heart hammering against my ribs. The urgency in his voice has my thoughts spiraling. What kind of danger? And why would Eli know anything about it?My better instincts scream at me to ignore him, to stay home and lock every door. But there’s something about the desperation
ERIC’S POVEric Julia Intense SceneAxI stood in front of the mirror, toweling off after my shower. The water had been scalding hot and I needed it just like I’d needed that trip that I just came back from.The trip had nothing to do with business. I lied about that. I just wanted that distance from her—from Julia. Living with her had turned into an endless storm of arguments, cold silences, and bitter words that left a huge ache in my chest. I didn’t even tell her I was leaving. I just packed up and vanished. It was selfish, maybe, but it was the only way I could stay sane. She wasn’t the woman I married. She gets worse as the days go by and I’m fucking tired of it.She’s not like Mia. Mia was the perfect wife. In times like this, I wish I treated her better. It’s true what they say. You never know what you have till it’s gone. And I intend to have her back.Now, back in this suffocating space, I wanted, no, needed to see Mia. She was the one good thing in my life, even if she doesn
ALEXANDER’S POVThe CCTV footage plays for the third time. My eyes remain glued to the screen. Each movement is ingrained in my mind. Mia’s trembling voice still echoes in my ears from earlier. She told me everything—about Eli, about the strange woman and about James’ death. I never liked James but he definitely doesn’t deserve what happened to him.And now, staring at the grainy images, I know she’s right. This isn’t random. This stranger’s presence is deliberate. Her movements are calculated. She’s not here for Mia’s well-being. She’s here to dismantle her, piece by piece. And not just her, anyone who stands by her side, myself included.But why?The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, but I don’t feel tired. I feel restless, like the answer I need is just beyond my grasp. I scrub a hand through my hair and rewind the footage again. The woman who we just found out goes by the name ‘Camille’ appears on the screen with a smug expression, like she’s enjoying the show.“Boss, you’ve
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