Mia“Miss, Miss, please wake up. It’s morning already.”I groaned softly as the maid’s voice tugged me out of my peaceful sleep. For the first time in forever, I’d slept like a baby. The mattress beneath me felt like clouds, and the pillow cradled my head in perfect comfort.“Uhm, good morning,” I mumbled groggily, rubbing my eyes and stretching my arms.The maid stood patiently, giving me a small nod. “You need to have your bath now, Miss,” she said, walking toward the bathroom.I frowned at her words, still a little disoriented. Do they really expect me to get used to this? For them bathing me or more? Never!“Wait, are you going to run the bath for me or something? Perhaps, bath me up again today like I’m some little disabled child, huh?” I asked, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.She didn’t answer, instead she disappeared into the bathroom leaving me in awe, staring at the door intently. A moment later, I heard the sound of running water.This is so Unbelievable and unaccep
Mia’s POV I flinched, stepping back instinctively as his cold, piercing eyes bore into mine. The weight of his gaze pinned me to the spot, and my heart raced erratically. I tried to look away, my eyes darting to the floor, but the tension in the room was suffocating. I felt a wave of panic rise within me, and for a fleeting moment, I wished I could disappear—or at least melt into the floor. Why did I enter his room? Why didn’t I just admire the trophies from afar? My knees wobbled as I anticipated an outburst, but he said nothing. Instead, his silence felt more dangerous than anything else he could’ve done. “Philip!” His voice, cold and commanding, shattered the silence, sending a shiver down my spine. I blinked, confused. Why is he calling Philip? Is it to clean up the mess I made? Philip entered the room almost immediately, his expression neutral, though his eyes betrayed a hint of pity as they flicked toward me. “Yes, Lord Bryan,” Philip replied, bowing slightl
Bryan’s POVI clenched my fists, barely containing my frustration. Gosh, this woman is relentless.I thought switching off my phone would keep her at bay, but no—here she was, standing in my house uninvited.“Come on, Bryan, there’s no need to ask how I found your address,” my mother said, her tone too cheerful for my liking.“The important thing is that we’re here now, right, Fiona?”She nudged the woman standing beside her—the same irritating, overly made-up woman she was pushing as my so-called future wife.Fiona smiled coyly, and I suppressed a groan.Of all the women in the world, my mother had to choose this one. Her persistence was grating, but I wasn’t about to let her win.“Listen, I don’t—”“Later, son,” my mother interrupted, waving dismissively.“Why don’t you two spend some time together? I’ll just be outside admiring my son’s beautiful mansion.”With that, she nudged Fiona toward me and left the room, clearly satisfied with herself.I scowled after her retreating figure,
BryanA knock sounded at the door.“Lord Bryan,” Phillip called.“You can come in,” I replied curtly, adjusting my white sweatshirt.Phillip entered, bowing slightly before speaking. “Doctor Jason has arrived. He’s attending to her wounds now.”I nodded, waiting for him to continue.“Also, Mr. Lewis is here. He’s seated on the balcony, waiting for you.”“Tell him I’ll be there shortly,” I instructed, zipping up my sweatshirt and pairing it with my ripped black jeans.Walking to my jewelry drawer, I picked my most expensive necklace, the one with my name engraved on it, and fastened it around my neck.Satisfied with how I looked, I strode out of the room, each step deliberate and commanding.Mr. Lewis rose to his feet when I entered the balcony, extending his hand for a handshake.I ignored it, sitting in the chair across from him.“Where’s the money?” I asked without a preamble.“Here it is, Lord Bryan.”Phillip stepped forward to take the briefcase from Mr. Lewis and began counting t
Rukky“What is this? What happened to your face?” Mom’s sharp voice pierced through the air the moment I stepped into the kitchen.Her eyes widened in shock, and her wet hands, still covered in soap suds from the dishes, trembled slightly.I scoffed loudly, my lips curling in irritation. “That’s because Anna and I got into a fight,” I replied through gritted teeth, wincing as the pain from my broken nose flared up.The throbbing ache was unbearable. Damn it! Anna really did a number on me.Mom’s gasp was sharp and quick.“What? That has never happened before! What on earth caused the fight?” She abandoned the sink, quickly turning on the gas to heat some water.Her hands moved fast, but her eyes kept darting back to my bruised face, filled with both concern and disbelief.I narrowed my eyes at her, my lips tightening into a sneer.“You and Dad caused this,” I snapped coldly.“If you had given me to that rich dude, we would be swimming in money by now. Or do you think Mia would remembe
BryanThe evening air was crisp as I stood on the balcony, my hands gripping the cold metal railing.My eyes, cold and distant, stared out into nothingness. Yet my mind was racing.Logan Norwich. That bastard was being unreasonable.I never asked for the attention I got from women back in school.They flocked around me like bees to honey, and honestly, I couldn’t bring myself to push them away.They were there—willing, eager, persistent to have me shove my dick into their damn holes.Who would turn down something offered on a silver platter? Did I ever request it from them? Did I ever call?Of course not! They were the one’s wanting me.If Logan’s girlfriend had truly loved him, she wouldn’t have come chasing after me so desperately.She’s definitely not worth stressing over.A sharp knock pulled me from my thoughts.“Lord Bryan,” Philip’s deep voice sounded from behind me. “Doctor Jason wishes to see you.”I didn’t turn around immediately. My eyes remained fixed on the horizon.“Send
PhilipI stepped inside her room to find her fully awake and seated on the bed, her eyes locked on my every movement.The air felt thick, filled with the tension she radiated as she instinctively shrank back against the bed, trying to create distance.“Hey, I’m not here to hurt you, okay? How’s your back? I hope it’s better?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended, but she didn’t respond, just swallowed hard, her eyes filled with silent tension.“Hey!” I called gently, and she scoffed loudly, an emotion I couldn’t quite place flashing through her eyes.“Why do you care?” she shot back.“Why are you acting as though you weren’t there when that monster did this to me?”Her words hit me, sharp and direct. My chest tightened. It was a sting I didn’t expect.“I do care,” I said quietly, trying to keep my tone steady.“I just can’t go against Lord Bryan. I did treat you, and I even had to call Dr. Jason to come clean up your wounds.” I spoke the words before I could think them th
LiviaZoe’s driver pulled up in front of Bryan’s mansion, and I stepped out, carrying my small portable travel bag.I waved at Zoe, but she turned away, her expression cold. She ordered her driver to drive off without a second glance.I knew she wasn’t happy about what I was doing, but I couldn’t help it. I was so addicted to Bryan, and the thought of being without him had been unbearable.How had I survived in Mexico without him? It was hell. Especially when he kept refusing to take any of my calls.That guy is just so good at frustrating the hell out of me— But I’m not giving up on him anytime soon.I rang the bell, and soon enough, one of the massive guards opened the door. Sammy, to be precise.“Welcome, Ma’am Livia,” he greeted, stepping aside to let me in.(Unbeknownst to them, someone stood behind a large tree a little distance away, watching them intently.)I walked toward the main entrance, and just as I stepped inside, a maid collided with me, spilling juice all ove
Mia stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing her hands over the wedding gown that hugged her body perfectly. She still couldn’t believe this was happening—her wedding to Lord Bryan.Mrs. Johnson, Bryan’s mother, stood beside her, admiration shining in her eyes. “You look breathtaking, my dear. This dress was made for you.”Mia bit her lip, turning slightly to examine the intricate lace details cascading down her back. “You really think so?”Mrs. Johnson chuckled. “Oh, absolutely. And trust me, my son won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”Mia blushed, warmth flooding her cheeks. After all these years, Bryan still had that effect on her. The way he looked at her, touched her, made her feel like the most precious thing in the world.Just then, the boutique door opened, and Clara, Mia’s best friend for three years, came rushing in. They had met at the supermarket and became friends after bumping into each other and their groceries spilling over.“Mia! You have to see the c
The night was heavy with tension as Bryan led his men into the underground tunnels beneath the city. The air was damp, filled with the scent of oil, metal, and the distant echo of dripping water. The dim glow of scattered lanterns barely illuminated their path, casting long shadows against the cold stone walls. This was a place only the most dangerous men knew existed—a world beneath the world, ruled by those who thrived in darkness.Philip walked beside Bryan, his gun in his grip, eyes scanning every corner. They weren’t alone. Figures emerged from the shadows—men with scarred faces and dead eyes, members of the underground mafia. They moved silently, their presence heavy with menace.A tall man with a thick beard and a jagged scar across his cheek stepped forward. His voice was low, gravelly.“Lord Bryan,” he acknowledged. “You don’t come here unless it’s war.” He says with a small smirk playing on his lips.Bryan’s jaw tightened. “It is. There’s war!”The man smirked, revealin
The mansion stood eerily silent as the black SUVs pulled up to the entrance. The gates were wide open, the security system disabled. Something was wrong.Bryan’s heart pounded violently against his ribcage as he pushed the door open and stepped out of the car. Philip was right behind him, his gun already drawn.The driveway was littered with bodies—his men, the people who had sworn to protect his home. Some lay motionless, while others groaned in pain, their hands pressed against gunshot wounds. Blood stained the marble steps leading to the grand entrance.Bryan’s breath came in short, sharp bursts. His mind screamed at him to move, to find Mia and his mother, but his legs felt frozen. His worst nightmare had come true.Philip crouched beside one of the wounded guards, gripping his shoulder. “What happened? Where are they?”The man coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “They… they came out of nowhere. We thought it was just another security check, but then… then
Bryan stood frozen, his body rigid as the zipped-up body bags were carried away. His mind refused to process the reality before him. Lincoln. Raymond. Gone. The weight of it was suffocating. His pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out the frantic voices around him.Philip’s grip on his arm tightened. “ lord Bryan.” His voice was steady, but there was an urgency behind it. “We need to move.”Bryan couldn’t move. His legs felt cemented to the ground.“Lord Bryan,” Philip said again, firmer this time. “We don’t have time. The people who did this are still out there.”That snapped him out of his trance. He turned sharply, his entire body going rigid. The women—they were gone. He scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of them, but it was as if they had vanished into thin air.His fists clenched. “Where are they?”Philip exhaled sharply. “They slipped out the moment this happened.”Bryan’s chest burned. This wasn’t random. It wasn’t an accident. It was a message.His phone buzzed in
The ride back to the hotel was suffocating. The silence inside the van was thick, pressing down on everyone like a heavy weight. Bryan sat at the back, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. His pulse was still erratic, his hands curled into fists on his lap. Every time he blinked, flashes of what had just happened replayed in his mind—the gunshots, the chaos, the panic.It wasn’t something new to him, but then, he was never expecting it at his concert.Philip was in the front seat, his sharp eyes scanning the streets through the windshield. Lincoln and Raymond sat across from Bryan, their usual easygoing demeanor nowhere in sight. Instead, they were both staring blankly, lost in their thoughts.Nobody spoke.When the van finally pulled up in front of the hotel, security was already waiting. The guards were on high alert, their gazes sweeping the area for any signs of trouble. As Bryan stepped out, he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. The grandeur of the hotel—its
Bryan stepped out of the elevator and into the grand hotel lobby, adjusting his jacket as he walked toward the entrance. The space was buzzing with soft music, elegant chandeliers casting a golden glow over the pristine marble floor. His eyes immediately landed on Lincoln and Raymond, who were already waiting with the man assigned to take them around.Lincoln, as usual, was the first to react when he saw Bryan approaching.“Damn, bro!” Lincoln grinned, stepping forward and giving Bryan’s outfit an exaggerated once-over. “You look like you just walked straight out of a fashion magazine. Our manager really outdid himself this time.”Raymond, standing beside him with his arms crossed, nodded in agreement. “For once, I gotta admit he got it right. These outfits are fire.”Bryan smirked slightly. “You just realized he knows what he’s doing?”Raymond chuckled. “Man, I always knew, but you know me, I love to act like I don’t. Gotta keep the man humble.”The guy who was supposed to take t
The moment Bryan and his crew arrived at the luxurious five-star hotel in Mexico, they were escorted to their respective rooms. The hotel was nothing short of extravagant, with marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the city, and soft golden lighting that gave the entire place a warm, elegant feel.Bryan pushed open the door to his suite and stepped inside. The room was spacious, with a king-sized bed neatly made with crisp white sheets, a seating area with plush sofas, and a minibar stocked with expensive drinks. A large flat-screen TV hung on the wall opposite the bed, and a door led to an en-suite bathroom that had both a bathtub and a glass-enclosed shower.He tossed his duffel bag onto the bed and stretched his arms. It had been a long flight, and even though he wasn’t one to complain, he was grateful to have some time to rest before the concert later that evening. Just as he was about to sit down, his phone vibrated with a message.“Get s
Mia was deep in sleep, curled up comfortably under the thick blankets, when a soft but persistent knock sounded at her door. She stirred slightly, frowning as she tried to cling to sleep, but the knocking came again. Groaning, she sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes before muttering, “It’s open.”The door creaked open, and Mrs. Chapman stepped inside, looking as lively as ever. She was already dressed, her hair neatly pinned up, and she had a warm smile on her face.“Wakey, wakey, my dear. It’s morning already,” she said in a cheerful tone.Mia yawned, stretching her arms lazily before smiling. “Good morning, Mom.”“Good morning, sweetheart. Now, hurry and freshen up. We have shopping to do today, remember?”Mia’s sleepy brain took a moment to catch up, but as soon as Mrs. Chapman mentioned shopping, her eyes widened slightly. She remembered their conversation the previous night—how they had planned to go shopping for the babies today.“Oh, that’s right,” Mia murmured, rubbing her stom
The moment Bryan left, Mrs. Chapman turned to Mia, stretching her arms as she sighed.“The sun is already setting. We should go inside before it gets too cold,” she said, brushing her damp hands against the towel draped over the pool chair.Mia, still busy licking her ice cream, let out a small hum. “Do we have to? It’s so nice out here.”Mrs. Chapman gave her a look. “Yes, we do. You’re not planning to sleep by the pool, are you?”Mia pouted but reluctantly got up from the poolside, grabbing a towel and tying it around her waist. “Fine, fine. But I’m taking my ice cream with me,” she said, taking another spoonful as they walked inside.Mrs. Chapman chuckled. “At this rate, you’ll end up getting a brain freeze.”Mia grinned. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”As they entered the house, their conversation shifted to random topics.“You know,” Mrs. Chapman started, wiping her damp hands with a smaller towel, “I’ve been meaning to ask—have you given any more thought to that charity ga