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**Miranda’s POV** My heart was pounding, each beat thudding like a drum in my chest as I opened the door to our bedroom. The sight that greeted me made my knees weaken, my breath catching in my throat. My husband, Desmond, the man I had fought my family for, the man I’d spent two years loving despite their warnings, was lying in our bed with my cousin—Brenda. Brenda’s bare shoulders peeked out from beneath the sheets as she clutched them to her chest, her face flushed with embarrassment. Desmond didn’t even try to cover himself. Instead, he looked at me with wide eyes, his lips parting as though he had something to say. For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of my own breathing, sharp and ragged, as the betrayal of the scene before me sank in. “Miranda… I can explain—” Desmond began, his tone calm yet pleading, as if he believed there was some version of this situation where I wouldn’t explode in fury. “Explain?” I hissed, my voice trembling but gaining s
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### Laila's POVI stood in the doorway, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, as I glared at Desmond. His excuses poured out like a broken faucet, each word more desperate than the last. "It was Brenda," he stammered, his face flushed with a mix of shame and panic. "She—she seduced me! I swear, Laila, I would never do this to you willingly!"I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head. “Even now, you can’t admit the truth, can you?” My voice was cold, laced with contempt. “Do you think I don’t know about the late-night calls? The secret meetings? The way you’d suddenly disappear without explanation?”Desmond’s eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from my accusations. His shirt hung loosely around his shoulders, exposing the evidence of his betrayal—hickeys and scratches that couldn’t be explained away. Brenda stood frozen in the corner, her face pale as a ghost. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. For years, I’
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---**Miranda's POV**I couldn’t help but smirk as I watched the growing frustration flicker across Desmond’s face. His brows furrowed deeply, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his nostrils flared ever so slightly. It was almost amusing, the way he tried to mask his desperation behind a facade of confidence. How ironic. This was the man who once thought he could crush me, take everything I built, and rise on the ruins of my empire. Yet here he was, groveling for a piece of my success, as if the universe itself had handed me the perfect opportunity for revenge. I crossed my legs and leaned back in my chair, feigning nonchalance. "Mr. Desmond," I began, my tone laced with mock sincerity, "surely you understand that every worthwhile venture requires investment. Profit doesn’t simply appear out of thin air. It takes effort, resources, and—most importantly—capital. If your company cannot meet the terms, then I’m afraid this collaboration is impossibl
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### Miranda’s POV I never thought the day would come when Desmond would waltz into my house uninvited, holding a prenuptial agreement as if it were some kind of peace offering. The nerve of him! After everything that happened with his mother, I had decided to take the day off from the chaos of my life. It was supposed to be my self-care day—popcorn, wine, and a stack of feel-good movies to escape reality before heading to the office later in the evening. But, as always, peace was too much to ask for. The sound of the door creaking open jolted me from my comfortable position on the couch. My brows furrowed as I turned to see Desmond standing in the doorway, a folder clutched tightly in his hands. He didn’t even have the decency to knock! My first instinct was to scream at him, demand why he thought he could barge into my sanctuary unannounced. But before I could open my mouth, he thrust the folder toward me, his face a mix of determination and desperation. “I’m sorry, Miss Layla,
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### Miranda’s POV I never thought the day would come when Desmond would waltz into my house uninvited, holding a prenuptial agreement as if it were some kind of peace offering. The nerve of him! After everything that happened with his mother, I had decided to take the day off from the chaos of my life. It was supposed to be my self-care day—popcorn, wine, and a stack of feel-good movies to escape reality before heading to the office later in the evening. But, as always, peace was too much to ask for. The sound of the door creaking open jolted me from my comfortable position on the couch. My brows furrowed as I turned to see Desmond standing in the doorway, a folder clutched tightly in his hands. He didn’t even have the decency to knock! My first instinct was to scream at him, demand why he thought he could barge into my sanctuary unannounced. But before I could open my mouth, he thrust the folder toward me, his face a mix of determination and desperation. “I’m sorry, Miss Layla,
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**Miranda’s POV**This has been their plan all along—Desmond and his conniving mother. They intended to cheat me, stripping away everything my father worked so hard to build. The first clue came when I overheard Desmond on the phone with Brenda, his side chick, casually discussing how he planned to marry me just to take all my father’s properties, wealth, and hard-earned money. And now, his mother has revealed the rest of the despicable plan. She stood before me with a smug expression, her lips curling into a triumphant smirk as she spat her words like venom. "Once you marry my son, I will be in charge of everything. Everything you own will belong to us. You won’t have anything to call your own anymore."Her words cut through me like a blade. I couldn’t breathe for a moment, the weight of their betrayal sinking in. My jaw clenched, and my fists curled at my sides as I stared at her. Desmond’s plans were bad enough, but his mother’s arrogance, her audacity to lay it all out so openly,
