Mila is a fierce, resilient woman who doesn’t back down from challenges. She fell deeply in love with Alex, only to have her world shattered when he betrayed her with his mistress, Lily. Alex, obsessed with having a son, had divorced Mila after learning she supposedly couldn’t conceive. When Lily became pregnant, she secured her place by Alex’s side, leaving Mila devastated. Yet Mila, with her signature sass, decided to rebuild her life, throwing herself into her career with newfound strength. Just as Mila’s life starts to stabilize, she discovers something shocking: she’s one month pregnant. Reluctant to believe it, she re-tests, only to confirm the news. Soon, Mila learns the original claim of infertility was all part of Lily’s scheme to steal Alex and secure his wealth. Fueled by the betrayal, Mila sets out to reveal Lily’s deceit. But Lily is always one step ahead, twisting each of Mila’s moves to her advantage. Now, Mila faces her greatest challenge: outsmarting Lily and taking back control of her life, her dignity, and her future. Will Mila expose the truth before Lily’s schemes destroy everything?
View MoreAutthor's POVdMila’s fragile body rested in Arine’s arms, her tears staining his shirt as she finally succumbed to sleep. Her breathing slowed, and the soft tremors in her frame began to subside. Arine didn’t move for a long moment, reluctant to let go. It felt as though the weight of her pain had become his own—a burden he would gladly carry if it meant sparing her even a sliver of sorrow.When he finally placed her gently onto the bed, tucking the blanket around her, he brushed a strand of hair from her face and murmured, “Rest, my love. I’ll make sure no one hurts you again.”before stepping out of the room to give the doctors space to check on her condition.Outside, Aunt Lana was waiting, her face etched with concern. As Arine closed the door softly behind him, she approached, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.“She finally fell asleep?” she asked softly.Arine nodded, his jaw clenched as he tried to keep his emotions in check. “She did. But it’s like every tear she cried tor
Arine’s phone buzzed sharply, cutting through the silence in his car as he drove back from the warehouse. His assistant, Elijah, handed him the phone with a wordless gesture, his expression serious.“It’s urgent, sir,” Elijah said quietly.Arine swiped the screen without hesitation. The voice on the other end was one of his trusted board members.“Mr. Malhotra, an urgent meeting has been called to finalize the action plan for the company you acquired. The situation is dire, and we need your directives immediately to stabilize operations,” came the curt reply from one of the board members.Arine didn’t reply immediately; he was already mentally preparing for the challenge. “I’ll be there soon,” he said and hung up.Arine entered the boardroom with his usual commanding presence. The air was thick with tension; the takeover of Alex’s failing company had left its employees and stakeholders in a state of panic.As he took his seat at the head of the table, the room quieted. Elijah handed h
Author's POVArine’s breath caught, his chest tightening painfully. He dragged a hand through his hair, his mind spinning.He knew how much Mila loved her unborn child, but he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.“Are you certain?” Arine asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his usual composure cracking.The doctor nodded solemnly. “Yes. We need your decision immediately.”Arine’s throat felt dry as he leaned against the wall, his head tilted back as he tried to steady himself. Mila had fought so hard to protect this child, even when Alex had abandoned her. But if she didn’t survive…He closed his eyes tightly, the memories of Mila’s trembling form and the fear in her eyes replaying in his mind. She was everything to him—the woman who had unwittingly thawed the icy walls around his heart. He couldn’t let her slip away.Finally, he opened his eyes, his decision resolute. “Save Mila,” he said firmly, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. “Do whatever you have to do
Author's povMila struggled desperately against the man's iron grip, her wrists raw from the pressure and the blade grazing her delicate skin. Every thrash only worsened her condition, her strength waning as exhaustion began to cloud her mind. She gasped for air, her vision blurring. Just as she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, the faint sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears.Before she could comprehend what was happening, the door was kicked open with a resounding crash. Five imposing men stormed in, their sheer presence radiating authority and danger. The man holding Mila froze momentarily, panic flashing in his eyes, but before he could react further, a brutal punch landed on his jaw, sending him staggering backward.Another man lunged for the second assailant, delivering blow after blow with precision, while the others restrained them effortlessly. In the chaos, a tall figure strode in, exuding raw power and dominance—Arine. His piercing gaze fell on Mila, taking
AUTHOR'S POVThe clock ticked relentlessly, each passing second amplifying Mila’s anxiety. It had been almost an hour since she’d left Sally a voicemail, but the silence on the other end was deafening. Mila sat on the couch, her fingers tapping restlessly on her phone as she refreshed her messages for the hundredth time. Still nothing.The unease in her chest refused to subside. Determined to find answers, she got up and walked to Sally’s room, her footsteps muffled against the quiet apartment. Maybe Sally had left a note, something to explain her absence.Mila pushed open the door, the soft creak of the hinges breaking the stillness. Sally’s room was neat, almost too neat, as though it had been untouched for days. Mila’s gaze swept over the dresser, the desk, and the bed, searching for any clue. She pulled open drawers, checked the bedside table, even glanced under the bed—but nothing. Not a note, not a hint of where Sally could be.She sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from he
AUTHOR'S POV The room was bathed in soft golden light as the evening sun filtered through the curtains. Mila sat at her desk, her laptop open and her sketchpad spread out in front of her. She’d been working on a set of designs from her last project, trying to refine them. At first, she’d only planned to make minor adjustments, but the ideas in her mind wouldn’t stop flowing. One concept led to another, and before she knew it, she was sketching new details with an energy she hadn’t felt in months.Hours passed in a blur of pencil strokes and clicks of the mouse. Her desk was now cluttered with rough drafts and reference photos, but Mila didn’t mind. There was a sense of satisfaction in the chaos. When she finally leaned back in her chair and surveyed her work, a smile crept onto her lips. The designs had taken shape beautifully, blending creativity with practicality. It felt like a small triumph—a reminder that she was still capable of doing what she loved.Satisfied, Mila glanced at
Mila's POVThe doctor stood by my bedside, clipboard in hand, her expression professional but tinged with concern. Her voice was calm, steady, but every word she spoke carried a weight I couldn’t ignore.“Mila, your condition is stable for now,” she said, pausing to make sure I was paying attention. “But we need to be cautious. Without proper care, complications could arise in the future.”I swallowed hard, my hand instinctively resting on my stomach.“What do you mean? What should I do?”“Focus on rest and proper nutrition,” she said gently. “Keep taking your supplements—iron, calcium, folic acid. Most importantly, avoid stress. Any signs of discomfort, no matter how small, call us right away.”I nodded, absorbing her words like a sponge. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”“You’ve done well so far,” she added,her gaze softened . “You’ve been through a lot, Mila, and you’re doing better than you think. But you don’t have to do this alone. Don’t hesitate to lean on the people around you for s
Mila's POVArine’s grip on my hand was firm, his fingers wrapped around mine with a determination that left no room for argument.I had tried—more than once—to pull free, insisting that I didn’t need his help, but his quiet, stubborn resolve always won. After a few futile attempts, I sighed in resignation.Eventually, I stopped resisting.We walked in silence, but my thoughts were anything but quiet. Tomorrow loomed over me like a storm cloud. Every day brought a new challenge, another hurdle I had to overcome for my baby. Would it ever get easier? Or was this constant fight my new reality?I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t see it coming until I bumped into something solid. Startled, I stumbled slightly,My head jerked up, and I found myself staring at Arine’s chest.I blinked, startled, and slowly raised my eyes to meet his. His expression caught me off guard. He was looking at me with an intensity I couldn’t quite name—something sharp and layered, like he was holding back a tid
Mila's POVA voice called my name, soft at first, almost blending with my dreams. I tried to ignore it, turning over to sink back into the comforting void of sleep. But the voice came again, clearer this time, and unmistakably familiar. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking against the soft light.Arine stood before me, his gaze steady and focused .Behind him stood a man whose presence made me pause, unfamiliar at first glance. Yet, as I looked at him more closely , there was a strange pull in the back of my mind as if I had seen him before but I couldn’t place where or when.“Mila,” Arine said gently, breaking through my thoughts. “You should eat something. The nurse said it’s important for your recovery. Maybe take a short walk afterward to stretch your legs.”I blinked at him and nodded, still distracted, as the man stepped forward. He carried a small foldable table and carefully placed it over my lap. His movements were deliberate, almost too familiar, as if he’d done this for me bef
The moment I set foot inside the mall, a sense of unease gripped me. My pulse quickened as I scanned the bustling crowd, an inexplicable feeling that something—or someone—I’d rather avoid was just around the corner. Brushing off the feeling, I reminded myself of my mission: buy some dresses. My wardrobe had suffered after the last purge when I realized Alex bought those dresses for her. The nerve of him—gifting me his mistress’s rejected outfits as if they were symbols of love. I’d burned every last one, and today, I intended to replace them.As I wandered through the Western wear section, my fingers grazed a sleek, emerald dress. A small smile formed on my lips, thinking how satisfying it would feel to treat myself after months of pouring myself into the Royals project. Just as I was about to pull the dress from the rack, a familiar voice cut through the air, freezing me in place.“Well, well, if it isn’t Mila,” the voice purred, dripping with false sweetness more likely in moking t...
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