Ava's POV
What am I supposed to do? What should I do? It is my wedding night and I’m expected to perform wife…duties. I haven’t done it before and in all my years, I’ve dreamt of having it first with someone I deeply loved. Not some old man. I paced around the room, still wearing the plain white dress Mr Miller got for me. My heart pounded loudly in my ears in panic. What if he gets in here and wants to actually have sex with me? I mean, I can’t stop him. I’m his wife. As the word wife left my lips. It became clearer. It dawned on me as if a bucket of cold water had just been dumped on me. I am really married to Mr Richard Miller? I’m now a Miller? It’s still better than having my father’s name with all the hardship that came with it. Just then, the door to the room was thrown open. Mr Miller stood in the doorway, his right hand, perched on his walking stick while the left was in his pocket. I got married to an old man? I still can’t get over it no matter how many times I try to come to terms with it. His silhouette stretched long and imposing by the soft glow of the bedside light. His eyes, which have been hidden behind thick glasses, were visible now, their sharp gaze piercing through me. A wave of nausea washed over me. This was it. The moment I’ve dreaded since entering The Miller's mansion. My heart pounded like a drumbeat in my ears, drowning out the sound of my own rapid breathing. Mr. Miller cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the silent room. His voice, when it came, was low and raspy, “It’s late, young lady. You should be in bed.” His words hung heavy in the air, heavy with expectations. Fear and a strange sense of defiance coursed through me all at once. This is my life now, a cage I can’t escape from. But I swear that I won’t make it easy for them to break me. “I am in bed, Mr Miller,” I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. “We are married now, so call me Richard,” he said calmly and I nodded, what else could I do? Refuse? With a heavy sigh, I turned my back to him, facing the window. I should play the dutiful wife, and with that, I started unzipping my wedding dress. I heard hurried footsteps as Richard rushed towards me. My heart raced like it could burst. I don’t want this. But instead of doing anything funny, he pulled the zip back up, his face stern. “What do you think you are doing? And why are you in my room?” He demanded, his voice a low growl. “I-I thought… aren’t we supposed to… isn’t this how it works? I stammered. He threw his head back in laughter and I felt stupid. “Go to your room, young lady. You are coming with me to the office tomorrow, so get enough sleep.” And with that, he dropped his walking stick and sat on the bed. I felt stupid. Embarrassed. “Um…Mr Mill…sorry, Richard?” I stuttered when I was half way out of the room. “What is it?” he asked. “Where is my room?” I asked, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. What was I even thinking? Unzipping when he didn’t say a word. “Third room from mine,” he answered kindly and I left. **** There was a dress on my bed when I woke up the next morning. I knew it was from Mr. Miller. I quickly said my prayers and rushed to the bathroom. Few minutes later I was done, and already heading downstairs. I took one last glance at my reflection and smiled. See how a good night's sleep made my skin glow beautifully. The dining hall offered no comfort when I walked in as the face that greeted me had so much hatred and fury in them and it was directed at me. “Good morning Mrs Mill..,” “Keep your greeting to yourself,” she hissed at me. I ignored her and moved to sit far away from her. Mr. Miller walked in and I greeted him as well, earning a death scowl from Mrs Miller. “You call him Richard now? Just because he slept with you last night?” She hissed with so much rage. “You whore! If you think for one second that I would sit and watch you…,” “Enough Priscilla,” Mr. Miller ordered, cutting her off. He called me to get up so we could leave. I haven't even touched my breakfast yet. “Where are you taking her to Richard?” She asked, getting up to her feet as well. “We are newly wedded, so do you expect me to be far from her for even a second? Goodness no, Pricilla. Not after all I enjoyed last night,” he said with a mischievous smile and Mrs Miller stormed out of the dining room angrily. Why did he lie? The car ride was silent, save for the soft hum of the engine. I stole glances at Richard, trying to figure out what he's thinking and why he's taking me with him. He appeared lost in his thoughts, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “So, what's the plan for today?” I broke the silence, my voice barely audible. He turned to me, a small smile playing on his lips, “First, the office. I'll introduce you to the key players and give you a rundown of the business. You'll meet your trainer as well.” Wait what? Why is he getting me involved in his business? “Why?” I asked, confused. Not sure that is the right thing to say in this situation but that was all I could think of. “After that, we'll visit your sister,” he added in a soft tone, ignoring my question. A lump formed in my throat. She was so against this marriage but I don't regret this decision, as long as she gets to live. I hadn't prepared myself for this. Meeting her after the wedding. What would she say? Would she hate me for marrying Richard? Hours later, we were done with the office and on our way to the hospital. As I stepped into the room, my eyes landed on her bed but it was empty, the sheets folded to a corner. Where the fuck is my sister? Richard stood beside me, scanning the room as well. I rushed to the front desk, my hands trembling. “Where's my sister? Where's Holly Rodriguez!?” I asked, my voice rising slightly. “Didn't you come earlier to sign her discharge papers? You said your husband found a specialist,” the nurse replied. I froze, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. Who took my sister?Ava never thought that she would be wearing black again so soon. She stood at the grave side, grief-stricken and confused, a bouquet of lilies clutched tightly in her hands.The marble stone was cold beneath her touch as she traced the engraved letters of his name. Richard Miller. It had been just a week since he'd passed, but the pain of his loss still felt as raw to her like it just happened. Their marriage was not even up to a year before he passed. She knelt, placing the lilies on the damp grass. Ava closed her eyes, trying to conjure a memory of him, a smile, a shared laugh. But all that came to her mind was the expression on his face before he passed.The memories of that day still seemed very fresh like it just happened yesterday. They were going over some papers in their shared study when he clamped his chest, screaming in pain. Ava ran to get help but he didn't make it. He breathed his last on their way to the hospital. She became a young widow again, mourning the death of
Ava’s POV I have always been a simple girl, content with whatever little thing I had. But now, I've become the envy of many and the most heartless girl on earth to Mrs Miller. I thought back to the will and a shiver ran down my spine. It's been two months since it was read. Why did Richard make me his sole heir? The peculiar condition of the will still shocked me to this day and made my blood boil. The condition was that I had to marry his son, who I thought died a year ago. Why did Richard lie to me? And was the so-called Orion not present on our wedding day? There was only one reason I could think of. One that made me realize how miserable I felt. The idea of marrying a poor girl must have made him fake his own death. Mr. Miller left this mansion for me and my supposed new husband, his son. It was a bit isolated, far from the busy city life and noise. Somehow, the dense forest that surrounded the mansion made me calm. I had my sister admitted into the hospital for her t
Orion’s POVI couldn't believe I was back here, trapped in this absurd arrangement. The mansion loomed ahead, its darkened windows like eyes, watching me return to a place I never wanted to step foot in again. My father's will had been a death sentence to my freedom. And for what?To marry a girl like her.Ava. The so-called heiress who seemed to have latched onto my father's fortune the moment he passed. I was right by forging my own death to escape marrying her.A shiver of disgust ran through me. She was nothing more than a good digger, probably counting her days to my father's fortune. I clenched the steering wheel tighter, the leather creaking under my grip. How has my life come to this?“Don't let her get to you, babe,” Chloe said softly from the passenger seat. Her perfectly manicured hand reached over to stroke my arm soothingly. “We'll deal with her together.”Chloe. My girlfriend, my actual choice. The woman who had been there for me since I met her. We've just flown in from
Orion's POVChloe scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Stop acting tough sweetheart. I will definitely see to it that you regret this decision.”“I will say this for the last time. I did not marry Richard for his money,” Ava replied, meeting Chloe's gaze.Chloe scoffed again, “Please, like you didn’t see the dollar signs the moment you signed that marriage license.”I watched Ava closely, expecting her to break under Chloe’s words. But she didn’t. Instead, she lifted her chin, defiant.“You don’t know anything about me,” she repeated, her voice firmer this time. “I didn’t marry for money. I’m not interested in your wealth or your pity.”Chloe laughed mockingly. “Sure, sweetheart. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”I watched as Ava’s eyes burned with anger, but she didn’t bother lashing out. She just stood there, taking it. And for some reason, that irritated me even more.“You’re nothing but a pawn in my father’s game,” I said, stepping closer to her. “And once I figure out how to get out of
Ava’s POV I watched him freeze, unable to control the anger that creeped into his face. That made me smile more than I intended to.If there was something Richard taught me, it's to be strong and confident. I'm not about to allow Orion and his little mistress bully me in my own house. I couldn't care less about either of them. If he's not happy with the arrangement, he can get the fuck out of my life. But the pain of the rejection lingered still. Why did Richard have to put me through this? And for what? To meet the same fate that his son ran away from years ago?He cursed under his breath, feeling stupid for rushing in without thinking. He slapped my hands away from his chest like I had a fatal plague and I flinched at his reaction.Ever since I became the CEO at our company, I receive flowers endlessly and clients asking me out for dates. I've only known this sort of rejection once. And that was when he ditched me and faked his own death.He was about to turn and leave when I stop
Ava's POVI looked up at him, my pulse racing with a mix of defiance and dread as he towered over me, eyes blazing with a dangerous determination. For a fleeting second, I saw something raw and untamed in his gaze—a glimpse of the man he was before all this bitterness, before his father’s twisted will forced us back into each other’s lives.The room grew impossibly quiet, like the silence just before a storm breaks, amplifying every breath, every heartbeat. He pinned me with his stare, his expression twisted with fury and something else, something darker. A slow smirk crept onto my lips, a rebellion rising from somewhere deep within.“What’s the matter, Orion?” I taunted, my voice a challenge wrapped in silk. “Afraid to fuck me?”The reaction was instant. His face hardened, a flash of anger and wounded pride flickering behind those intense eyes. Before I could process it, he grabbed my wrists, pressing me down firmly, his grip both punishing and possessive. “Fuck you?” he spat, his t
As dawn broke, Ava made her way downstairs, her heels softly clicking against the marble floor. She ate breakfast alone, her movements deliberate and composed, even as her mind churned with tension. Her delicate hands moved gracefully over the silverware, yet she barely tasted the food. The silence of the dining hall was both a balm and a reminder of the night before, as sleep had eluded her due to the unsettling sounds from Orion and Chloe’s room, their laughter and loud moans seeping through the walls, coiling tight knots of resentment in her stomach.After a while, Ava pushed her plate aside, setting her napkin down with a calm precision that masked her fatigue. She wore a sleek, dark green dress that hugged her form with understated elegance, the color bringing out the depths of her hazel eyes. The fabric draped gracefully over her shoulders, and a thin belt emphasized her slender waist. A subtle sparkle glinted from her diamond earrings, completing the look of a woman who was no
Orion’s POVI held my silence, letting the tension settle as the boardroom emptied. Ava didn’t move from her new spot across the table, her gaze locked on me, challenging me without a single word. The perfect act of composure—no one but me could see the steel just beneath her calm exterior. It was something I respected, in my own way. She wasn’t afraid to wield her power, but she’d soon learn that I wasn’t a man to be controlled.Once we were alone, I leaned back in my chair, watching her, the amused smirk barely hidden on my face. “Quite the performance, Ava,” I said, letting the silence grow thick between us. “You didn’t seem so concerned with impressing anyone until today. Trouble sleeping?”Her face didn’t flinch, but her eyes gave the faintest flicker. “Not at all,” she replied smoothly, her tone as cold as the frost in her gaze. “If you think this company runs on charm and cheap moves, Orion, you’re mistaken. I’m making sure it’s built to last, even if that means doing things my
Ava’s POVThe crisp autumn breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves as I stood before Richard’s tomb, dressed in a flowing white dress that billowed around my ankles. It had been over two years since the chaos, since the battles that tested our strength, our love, and our resilience. Two years since we lost the man who gave me—gave all of us—a new chance at life. A chance at love, at family, at something real. I felt a gentle press against my hand and turned slightly, meeting the warm gaze of my mother-in-law. Without words, I passed her a knowing smile and squeezed her hand back. We had arranged this ceremony not to mourn, but as a reunion. A day to celebrate Richard’s life rather than grieve his absence. Laughter and quiet conversations floated through the cemetery as familiar faces gathered. Holly stood a few feet away, her phone in hand, a small, amused smile playing on her lips as she typed away. I narrowed my eyes, curiosity sparking in my chest. Was she texting… a boy? I
Epilogue Orion stood alone on the balcony of the penthouse, the cool morning air brushing against his skin as his thoughts drifted to the past. He had sold the mansion—the one he and Ava once called home. The memories that filled those walls had become too painful to bear. The haunting image of that particular morning played in his mind, unbidden and relentless. Ava in his arms, blood staining her dress as she struggled to breathe, coughing up blood. “Don’t talk, Ava. Please… just stay with me. Somebody get the ambulance!” His frantic cries echoed in his ears as the paramedics wheeled her away, her weak hand reaching out, telling him with her eyes to let her go. Despite the terror in his chest, he listened to her wish and watched her leave, helpless to follow. Uncle Theo had dragged him away, his voice hollow, urging him to pull himself together. “Ava, your wife, will want you here,” Theo had said. Those words, heavy with unspoken meaning, drove him to storm into the conference ha
Ava’s POVThe incessant ringing of our phones jolted us awake. I stirred, unwilling to leave the warmth of Orion's arms. He hesitated for a moment before reaching for his phone on the headboard. His body stiffened as he listened to whoever was on the other end. Suddenly, he shot upright. “What do you mean by that?” he barked into the phone, his tone sharp and commanding. My curiosity piqued, I sat up and watched him intently. “Schedule a meeting for today,” he ordered before tossing the phone aside and raking his hand through his disheveled hair. “What happened?” I asked, my voice cautious. He turned to look at me, his expression softening. “It’s nothing for you to worry about, just some… minor concern at my company,” he replied, placing a reassuring kiss on my hand. His lips then trailed from my hand to my arm, my shoulder, my neck, and finally to my ear. “Stop,” I said, smiling as I half-heartedly pushed him away. But before things could go further, my own phone rang. Orion
Orion’s POV“Holly?” I called out, my voice laced with shock. Ava’s head snapped toward the door, and in an instant, she was on her feet, rushing to her sister. Pulling Holly into a tight embrace, Ava clung to her as if letting go would make her disappear. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. “What happened? Why are you crying?” Holly asked, her voice filled with confusion. “I just missed you,” Ava whispered, her voice soft but thick with emotion. Rose stepped forward, her brow furrowed. “Holly, why are you here so suddenly? Your bodyguard didn’t notify me about this visit.” Holly’s next words landed like a thunderclap. “That’s because he’s dead.” “What?” Ava gasped, pulling back from her sister. Her posture straightened as the words sank in. “What do you mean? What happened? When did this happen?” she asked, her voice rising with urgency. Holly’s gaze dropped, her hands trembling as she whispered, “It’s Dad.” She looked directly at Ava, fear etched
Orion’s POVCradling Ava's limp form against me, her body cold and still, the past week came crashing into my mind like a relentless tide, dragging me back to the darkest moments. Chloe’s voice, as clear as if she were standing right here, played over and over in my head.I closed my eyes, fighting the flood of memories, but they came anyway. The first time she’d called after the scandal had faded—her calm, unnervingly calculated tone—it had felt like the beginning of something dangerous. Something insidious.“I want you there at six,” she'd threatened, her voice oozing venom masked as sweetness. “Or I’ll make sure this goes public. Think I’m bluffing? I’ve got a video that’ll destroy you, Orion. Imagine how she’ll react when she sees it. All those nights... How do you think she’ll feel watching our sex video?”The poison in her words sank into my skin, the memory of that call still fresh. “Remember Chicago?” Chloe had murmured, her breath deliberate, every word a careful caress. “I
Ava’s POV Mason.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice curious as soon as the door clicked shut behind him. He didn’t respond, but only walked further into the room.“I was just about to call you, but…” My words trailed off as I took in his appearance. He was still wearing the same turtleneck and coat I’d seen him in yesterday. In the middle of summer. I frowned. "Mason, it’s sweltering outside. Why are you still dressed like this? You could at least lose the coat. I know this is a corporate setting, but I would never question you even if you didn’t dress so formally.”Mason smirked faintly, brushing off my comment, but before he could respond, Orion spoke, his voice laced with suspicion and accusation. “Why are you wearing so many layers in this weather?” He stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. “Orion,” I warned, my tone firm. “That’s enough.” Mason’s smirk twisted into a sneer as he locked eyes with Orion. “You don’t
Ava's POV The morning sunlight streamed through my office window, illuminating the stack of damning documents on my desk. Photos, doctored emails, and fabricated accusations stared back at me, each one a calculated attempt to tarnish my name and shake the foundations of Miller Enterprise. Rose hovered nearby, her face pale with worry. "Ava," she began, her voice trembling. "This... this is catastrophic. It's worse than anything we've ever faced." I remained seated, my face calm and unreadable. “They’re emptying their rifles,” I said, my voice steady, almost amused. Orion paced behind me, his tension radiating like a storm waiting to break. “Ava, this isn’t just about you,” he said sharply. “This is bigger. They’re coming for the company. They’re coming for us.” I raised a hand, silencing him. “Orion, stop.” He froze mid-step, turning to face me. “How can you be so calm? Do you even realize what’s at stake?” “I do,” I replied, standing and brushing off my blazer. “And I k
The city skyline shimmered like a chessboard under the moonlight, each glowing tower representing a player in this corporate war. While Chloe plotted her revenge, the Jamesons were orchestrating their own calculated strike, a move that would send shockwaves through Miller Enterprise before the Millers even knew what hit them. The Jameson estate exuded an aura of unrelenting power. The sprawling grounds, with their pristine gardens and wrought-iron gates, were more fortress than home, a testament to the family’s wealth and ruthless ambition. Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was no warmer. The study, with its dark oak paneling and looming bookshelves, felt like the nerve center of a war room. Mr. Jameson sat behind the massive desk, his piercing eyes scanning a confidential file. The dim light from the desk lamp cast long, jagged shadows on the walls, amplifying the tension in the room. A glass of bourbon sat untouched beside him, condensation pooling on its surface. Mrs. Jameso
Ava’s POVThe moment I saw the figure step into view, cloaked in black with their face obscured by a mask, my blood ran cold. A scream ripped from my throat, piercing through the suffocating silence of the house. I didn’t wait to see what they would do next. My instincts screamed at me to run.I turned and bolted back up the stairs, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I made it halfway to my room when I felt a rough hand wrap around my wrist, yanking me back with such force that I almost lost my balance.“Let me go!” I screamed, twisting and struggling, my free hand clawing at the iron grip that held me. The figure said nothing, their strength overwhelming as they began dragging me toward the stairs.“No! Let me go, you son of a gun!” I kicked and squirmed, planting my feet against the floor and grabbing the railing, anything to slow them down. My nails dug into the wood, and I screamed again, hoping against hope that someone—anyone—would hear me.And I ask again, wh