When I am with him, the world's harshness softens, and I only have to be myself - nothing more, nothing else. Which is why, now, the idea of leaving him feels like someone is sawing my very soul in two. Lately, Micah has been so good to me, that it almost feels surreal. It has become a struggle fo
Micah’s POV I watch her as she watches me. Her moss green eyes are wide, brimming with tears that make them glisten like emeralds. There is so much hope in them that it gives something away in my heart. Suddenly, everything is clear to me. The answer was there all along. Plain as day. I had consta
"Your scruffy cheeks are tickling me, husband," she teases, her voice a melodic symphony that I've missed more than I realized. A mischievous smile spreads across my face. "Oh, it tickles, does it?" I say, my fingers dancing along her sides. Her eyes narrow playfully, and before she can react, I b
Third POV The last few days have been pure hell for Jeremy. The press and media have been after him like relentless hounds, harassing him for questions about Fiona and Micah. They swarm him like flies wherever he goes. Even now, as he goes to his mother’s mansion, they follow him like moths to fl
"However," Queen Alara adds with a touch of bitterness, "now, despite being his chosen Queen, I am aware that he doesn't hold me in the highest regard. His delay in moving me into The Royal Palace of Hearts, even after I ascended to the position of Queen, speaks volumes. It is a manifestation of his
Micah’s POV I stand in front of the mirror, holding the silky strip of fabric in my hands like it's an alien artifact. The tie, a seemingly simple accessory, has become my nemesis this morning. I pull one end tighter, trying to mimic the tutorial I half-heartedly watched earlier. My reflection bet
I have everything planned down to the last bit and the excitement of tonight has me breaking into a smile I’m powerless to stop. I place the box in a little gift bag and turn around to leave the laboratory. The fluorescent lights flicker above as I make my way toward the exit of Silver Moon Scents.
Micah’s POV The door clicks shut behind me, and the darkness wraps around me like a heavy cloak. All the lights in the house are turned off. The air is still, and the usual hum of appliances is absent. I furrow my brows, puzzled, as I loosen my tie and drop my briefcase by the entrance. "Fiona?"