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
PhillipI stood outside her room, pacing back and forth, unable to calm my nerves.‘Should I go in? Should I not?’ The decision weighed on me like a heavy burden.Every minute that passed felt like an eternity.I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The way Lord Bryan had stepped out of her room earlier… It didn’t sit right with me.I had seen Mia earlier, and she seemed so fragile, so vulnerable.She needed someone to look after her, someone to protect her. But could I, a mere servant, really do anything?No, I couldn’t.But still, something inside me tugged at my conscience. She was so young, not needed in this world of luxury and manipulation.Lord Bryan… I couldn’t even begin to understand what he was thinking.After what seemed like an eternity of deliberation, I finally made my decision. I had to make sure Mia was okay. I had to see for myself.Taking a deep breath, I reached for the door handle.mWithout knocking, I turned it slowly, hesitating just a moment
Bryan paced around the room, his footsteps sharp and restless against the marble floor.His fingers clenched his phone tightly as he repeatedly dialed Lincoln’s number, only to be met with silence once again.“Damn it!” he cursed, his voice laced with frustration as he ended the call.“Take it easy, Bryan,” Livia’s soft voice floated from behind him.She had a towel tightly wrapped around her body, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders as she strolled into the bathroom.“I’m sure they will be here soon,” she added, her tone soothing but holding an edge of impatience.Bryan’s jaw clenched. “I asked those morons to return to L.A. the other day just to avoid these delays,” he muttered, his eyes dark with irritation.“But they refused. And now, we’ve got just two hours left, and my manager won’t stop blowing up my phone with calls.” His lips curled in disdain as the device vibrated once again with another incoming call.“Why doesn’t he call them instead of pestering me?”A sharp knoc
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
Bryan stepped out of the car as soon as they arrived home. Phillip, ever efficient, was already by the door, opening it for him. Without a word, Bryan got out, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.As expected, the maids and bodyguards stationed around the compound immediately greeted him.“Welcome back, sir,” they said in unison.Bryan, however, barely acknowledged them. He simply strode inside, his mind already preoccupied.The moment he stepped into the living room, he paused.Empty.That was unusual. Normally, either Mia or his mother would be lounging on the couch, watching TV, reading, or waiting for him. But today, the house was eerily quiet.Frowning, he set down the shopping bag and looked around.“Brenda,” he called, his deep voice echoing through the space.Almost instantly, one of the maids hurried out from the hallway. Brenda was a young lady in her 20’s, efficient and quick on her feet. She wiped her hands on her apron as she stopped before him.“Yes, sir?” she ask
Bryan stepped out of the car as soon as they arrived at the studio. The tall building stood before him, its glass exterior reflecting the afternoon sun. He adjusted his jacket and walked in, his usual cold expression in place.As expected, Raymond and Lincoln were already inside. Raymond sat on a chair, scrolling through his phone like he had all the time in the world, while Lincoln paced around, talking animatedly to no one in particular.The moment Bryan entered, Lincoln’s face lit up. “Finally! Our superstar is here.”Bryan shot him an unimpressed look. “You talk too much.”Lincoln gasped dramatically. “Wow. No ‘hello’? No ‘what’s up, Lincoln’? Just straight to an insult?”Raymond barely looked up from his phone. “He’s right. You talk too much.”Lincoln placed a hand over his chest. “You both wound me.”Bryan ignored him and dropped his bag on the floor. “Let’s start practice. We don’t have time for this.”Lincoln sighed. “Fine, fine, Mr. No-Fun. But you have to admit, my energy
The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Bryan stirred awake first, blinking a few times as he adjusted to the brightness. He turned his head to the side, and there she was—Mia, still asleep, her face peaceful, her hair slightly messy from last night. A lazy smile spread across his lips.She looked so beautiful.Bryan sat up slowly, stretching his arms before slipping out of bed quietly. He headed to the bathroom, freshened up, and got dressed in a black fitted shirt and matching pants. By the time he was done, Mia was still deep in sleep.He smirked. She had every reason to be exhausted after last night.Walking back over to the bed, Bryan pulled the covers down slightly, exposing her bare shoulders. His fingers brushed lightly over her skin before he leaned in and began trailing soft kisses along her shoulders, moving up toward her neck.Mia stirred, letting out a soft moan in her sleep. Bryan smirked against her skin but didn’t stop.
Bryan had just stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair damp from the shower, when a soft knock came from the door. He ran a hand through his wet hair before walking over and opening it.One of the maids stood there with a polite bow. “Sir, Ma’am Mia asked me to let you know that dinner is ready.”Bryan exhaled, rubbing his jaw. “Alright. Tell her I’ll be down in a minute.”The maid nodded and left, and Bryan turned back into the room, shaking his head slightly. He got dressed quickly, throwing on a black T-shirt and sweatpants.Just before heading downstairs, his cell phone rang out. He picked it up staring at the unknown caller ID .He deliberated it to pick it or let it slide. After a while, he chosen the neither and it ranged and stopped.“If you want to reach me, perhaps you should call my personal bodyguard.” He mumbled to himself as he began making his way downstairs.When he reached the dining room, the table was already set, and both Mia and
Mia and Mrs. Chapman were still laughing when a deep, familiar voice interrupted them from behind.“So, I’ve been forgotten just because my mother is here?”Mia and Mrs. Chapman both turned toward the doorway, and there stood Bryan, arms crossed, his signature smirk tugging at his lips. His tall frame leaned casually against the door, but his eyes held that piercing sharpness, the kind that always made Mia’s heart race.Mia blinked, then let out a soft chuckle. “Forgotten you? Never.”Mrs. Chapman, sitting comfortably on the couch, let out a knowing laugh. “Oh, come on now, Bryan. I was just keeping your wife company. You know, making sure she doesn’t get too bored while waiting for you to finally come home.”Bryan smirked, stepping further into the room. “And here I thought she was supposed to be resting, not laughing all day.”Mia rolled her eyes playfully and stood up, walking toward him. As soon as she was close enough, she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face a