Bryan stood tall, his gaze locked on Logan, who clenched his fists in frustration. The tension in the air was thick, an invisible battle already unfolding between them.Logan’s eyes burned with rage as he stepped protectively in front of Mia. “What are you doing here, Bryan Chapman?” His voice was laced with venom. “Haven’t you done enough?”Bryan’s expression remained cold, unwavering. “You have something that belongs to me, Logan. I’m here to take it back.”Logan let out a bitter chuckle. “The audacity… Do you even understand what this woman has been through? You locked her up like an animal, treated her like a possession. And now you want her back?” His voice grew louder with each word, his anger barely restrained.“I don’t care about your self-righteous speech.” Bryan’s voice was eerily calm, but the threat was clear. “Either you hand her over now, or you’ll regret it.”Mia trembled behind Logan, her hands clenching the fabric of his shirt. She had seen what Bryan was capable of
At the spot where Rukky lay unconscious, a woman in a dark cloak walked toward her, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against Rukky’s limp arm. Moments later, the woman lifted Rukky with surprising strength and disappeared into the night.~Mia hesitated as she stepped out of the car, memories crashing over her like waves. She stood frozen, staring at the grand mansion before her, the place that had brought her nothing but pain. Her chest tightened as she thought about the brief time she had spent with Logan, the only moments of peace she had known in years. A bitter smile formed on her lips.“We don’t have all day, Mia. GET INSIDE NOW!” Bryan’s sharp voice jolted her back to reality. She flinched, her body moving before her mind could catch up. She hurried inside, desperate to avoid his wrath. She knew she would be punished for trying to escape, but for now, all she wanted was to feel safe—just as she had with Logan. She swallowe
The persistent knocking on the door jolted Mia from her deep sleep. Groaning softly, she rubbed her eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion still clinging to her limbs. With a slow stretch, she yawned before muttering, “Come in.”The door creaked open, and Brenda, one of the housemaids, stepped inside. She held a neatly wrapped package in her hands, her face adorned with a bright, almost knowing smile.“Good morning, Mia,” Brenda greeted warmly, stepping closer to the bed.Mia blinked away the last traces of sleep and sat up straighter. “Morning,” she replied, offering a faint smile in return.Brenda extended the package toward her. “Lord Bryan ordered me to deliver this to you as soon as you woke up. He also instructed that you wear what’s inside and meet him downstairs in an hour.”Mia stared at the package, confusion flickering in her eyes. The weight of the box in her hands only deepened her bewilderment. Why was Bryan giving her something? They weren’t exactly on friendly term
Bryan stood tall, his broad chest and powerful frame exuding dominance. Clad in an impeccably tailored black suit, his presence was intensified by the dark sunglasses shielding his piercing eyes. He remained silent, watching the woman before him with an impassive expression. His gaze bore into her, unwavering and cold, making it impossible for Livia to hold his stare for more than a few seconds. She averted her eyes, her fingers curling into trembling fists at her sides.“Get dressed and get the fu*k out of my mansion,” Bryan’s voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade. “I don’t want to see you anywhere near me or this place ever again. If you dare disobey, I might have to do something you’ll regret for the rest of your life.”Livia’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded as she lifted her gaze to him, stunned by his cruel words. “I… I don’t understand, Bryan,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Are you really throwing me out of your life because of that Mia?
The past few days had been nothing short of a nightmare for Linda. Her only child was missing, and there was no clue as to where she could be. They weren’t rich enough to be targeted for ransom, so who would take her daughter? She had searched everywhere Rukky frequented, yet there was no sign of her.“What do we do now? We can’t lose our only child, Josh,” she wailed, her voice filled with despair.“Linda, you need to calm down. Crying won’t bring her home. I’ve reported it to the police, and I’m sure she’s already been declared missing online. We have to believe that we’ll get a positive result from this,” Josh said, trying to console his wife. But his words fell on deaf ears.“I won’t stop crying until my daughter is home! My enemies must be laughing at me right now,” she sobbed. “Even your barren dead wife, who couldn’t bore you a child must be rejoicing in her grave that my child is missing.”Josh’s face darkened. “Will you stop this already? What does she have to do with our
The moment Fiona spotted the woman, her blood boiled. She stormed toward Mrs. Chapman, her patience worn thin.“Who’s that woman?” Fiona demanded, her voice sharp and unfiltered. She didn’t care about politeness anymore. What had being polite ever done for her? She was on the verge of losing her man, and she refused to stay silent.Mrs. Chapman raised an unimpressed brow. “And is that why you dragged me away from my business associates?” she snapped, clearly irritated.Realizing how reckless she had been, Fiona took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I just couldn’t hold it in,” she muttered, forcing an apology.Mrs. Chapman’s expression softened slightly. “I had no idea Bryan was bringing a woman. I’m just as surprised as you are.”Fiona wasn’t convinced. “Then why were you hugging her? You looked so happy, like you’ve known her for years.” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.Mrs. Chapman sighed, her patience thinning. “I have met her before, Fiona. But that’s all I’ll say for now. And
Bryan still hadn’t returned, nor had his mother, but Mia’s eyes remained fixed on them. They were the only people she knew at the occasion, making them her only source of familiarity in the unfamiliar crowd.“Hey,” a voice suddenly said from behind her, making her turn to see the speaker.“Hi,” Mia responded simply, her gaze falling on an unfamiliar yet stunning woman. The stranger was clad in a corset-style strapless dress that pushed up her chest, while the lower part had a dangerously high slit, revealing nearly too much.“Who are you to Bryan?” the woman asked suddenly, pulling Mia from her thoughts.“Ah? What do you mean?” Mia asked, caught off guard by the abrupt question.“Don’t play dumb with me, b*tch!” the woman snapped loudly, drawing the attention of nearby guests.“I don’t understand what you’re saying! And don’t you dare call me a b*tch!” Mia fired back, refusing to sit idly while being insulted.“How dare you try to steal my man? Bryan is mine, and I’m not going to st
Bryan heard the familiar voice behind him and turned sharply, his piercing gaze landing on his stepbrother, Dave, who stood there with a smug grin. Beside him was a woman who appeared to be his girlfriend. Without acknowledging them, Bryan returned his attention to his phone, ignoring their presence.“Don’t be rude, Bryan,” Dave said, feigning hurt. “As a brother, I saw you from afar and thought I’d come over to greet you in person. Why act so cold?”“Can you just stop this pathetic act? I don’t have time for your drama,” Bryan scoffed, his fingers moving swiftly across his phone screen.“You haven’t changed,” Dave smirked, pulling out a chair for his girlfriend, Mandy, before taking a seat himself. He knew Bryan was irritated, and that only fueled his amusement.Mandy turned her attention to Mia, who sat nearby. “Hey, pretty,” she greeted with a friendly wave.Mia, not wanting to be rude, responded with a nod.Leaning in slightly, Mandy whispered, “Are you Bryan’s girlfriend?” Her
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