### Miranda’s POV
When Desmond stormed out of the office earlier today, I knew something was off. The way he avoided eye contact and rushed his steps—it wasn’t like him. Desmond was a man of confidence, someone who always left the office with a composed demeanor. But today? His body language screamed guilt. I wasn’t going to let it slide, especially not after hearing the name “Brenda” flash across his phone earlier. Something told me to follow him, to find out the truth once and for all.My heart pounded as I trailed him to a nearby hotel. The very thought of what I might discover churned my stomach, but I needed answers. I needed to see it with my own eyes. With trembling hands, I parked my car and followed him inside, keeping a safe distance. He didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder—his focus was entirely on his destination. It was room 408.I took a deep breath before knocking on the door. My knuckles grazed the wood, but I didn’t have to wait### 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’
Chapter One ^ELENA^I stared at the pregnancy test in my trembling hands with mixed feelings.Two dark pink lines. Although the result is undoubtedly positive, I'm still not sure what was the appropriate reaction for me– should I be happy or sad?In the eyes of the world, I was married to the love of my life– at least that’s what I used to think previously. But in the three years of our marriage, Lucas Brown has always treated me like a stranger.Beep!The shrill sound of a message alert broke through my thoughts. “Elena, I just sent you $500k. Please come to the hospital immediately. Aurora needs blood.”Aurora…I clenched the phone, my nails digging into my palm till the extent of drawing blood; but that was nothing compared to the pain I was going through.I felt like I had been pierced in the chest with a knife. The message was sent by “Hubby”, and that's what hurts the most.Right now, it feels like even his contact name is taunting me with its hollow meaning. In reality, our
Chapter Two^ELENA^Tears fell freely down my cheeks, hot and relentless. I had just lost my child just because of his precious Aurora, and this is what he has to say to me. “Aurora might need your blood soon. Get some rest.” He said those words, and I quickly turned my gaze at him, still grasping my tummy with both hands. Is this some cruel joke? Or an insult?“You bastard! I must have been blind till now, how come I never knew you're this heartless? How could you ask me to sell my blood to her after what has just happened? If I hadn't been giving her blood all these years, I probably wouldn't have lost our child. Do you understand, our child would have been alive!” I sniffed hard, tears streaming down my face. Lucas didn't flinch, neither did he offer any explanation. He didn't say a word, so I continued. “And as for what happened earlier. Lucas, I didn't touch her. She pushed me, and…”Lucas quickly flared up at me. “Don't be ridiculous, Elena! Why are you still trying to mani
Chapter Three^ELENA^The luxurious gold crust gate was flung open, and our Maybach glided into the huge compound. As soon as the car halted, the guards opened the car door for me. Vincent got down first and walked over to my side, stretched out his hand. I held the hand he was offering as I got out of the car, and a bright smile filled my face as I looked around the large compound. I've missed home so much. A lot has changed. I mean, it has been three solid years since I've been here! Three years since I chose that spineless bastard over my family. How pathetic!What hurts the most is that I left my life of luxury, all this comfort and affection… all for the wrong man. And what did I get in return? Heartbreak and betrayal. I didn't only get maltreated, I also lost my child just because of the Brown's. I'll definitely keep that in mind. “Welcome home, little Lena.” Vincent winked at me, and I hit him playfully on the arm, grinning.“You rascal! I'm no longer little. I almost moth
CAMPBELL'S MANSION.Jason's POVBeing CEO of Campbell’s Group, I was used to getting calls that turned my day upside down. But when I saw Grandpa’s name flash on my phone, I hadn’t expected the bombshell he’d drop.I poured wine into a crystal glass, watching the dark red liquid swirl as I added ice. My phone buzzed, breaking my thoughts.“Hey, kid,” he greeted me, his voice gruff as usual. “Edward’s granddaughter is back in town. You remember her, right?”I took a sip of wine, leaning back in my chair. “Elena Brooks, right? Yeah, we met once three years ago.”“Well, it’s time for you two to get to know each other better,” he said, not even trying to sugarcoat it. “We’re reviving the engagement for the sake of both our family businesses. Get ready for the marriage.”I nearly choked on my drink. “Wait… what? Grandpa, you can’t be serious! I barely know her! And you think I’d just… marry her because it’s good for business?”“Don’t be so dramatic,” he chuckled. “You’re a Campbell, Jason.
BARElena's POVI looked around the bar my eyes catching every bit of the neon rotating lights. As music blared around me, my eyes drifted over the room— Men and women dancers, all stripping each other in too much noise and too little space. A place like this was exactly where I didn’t want to be, but Samantha was adamant. She caused it though! And here I was, trying to make the best of it."Sam, are you sure about this place?" I asked in disgust as I could see ladies being fucked around the corners.Samantha was happily sipping a colorful cocktail."Come on, Elena! You need this. It’s time to let go, especially after everything that jerk put you through!” Samantha shouted over the music, lifting her glass toward me with a sly smile.I sighed, swirling my drink absentmindedly. “I know, Sam, but… I just never thought we’d end like this. It feels like a hole I can’t climb out of.”“Hey, cheer up!” Samantha clinked her glass against mine. “It’s his loss, girl. You're free now! And trust
CASINOElena's POV The casino was alive, lights flashing and music blaring so loud it was nearly impossible to think. I pushed my way through the crowd alongside my cousin, who loved gambling here. We found a quieter spot to sit and watch, his focus already on the tables where men were staking serious money. I sipped my drink, content to let him enjoy his games. Then, a familiar voice cut through the noise, casual yet taunting. “Hey man, seems like you’ve won a lot here,” the voice said. “Let me give you the shock of your life—mind if I join you?” I glanced up, and there was Lucas, strolling in with Aurora holding hands. The sight of the two of them together didn’t surprise me, but the smug looks on their faces did. They looked like they were here to flaunt something, or someone. Guess they are married now.Lucas’s gaze landed on me, and a smirk twisted his lips. “Well, well, Elena! What a surprise. I’m amazed someone like you could afford a place like this.” Aurora’s mocking laug
Jason's POVAs the elevator doors slid shut, I couldn't help but smile at Elena. She’d agreed to dinner, and I wanted to make it something special. "I didn’t know you’d be on board so soon. How’s everything going?" she asked with that charming smile of hers, the kind that made it hard to look away."So far, so good. And now, even better. I wanted to thank you for the job," I replied, trying to keep my tone casual. "Maybe I could treat you to dinner tonight?"Elena chuckled softly. "Oh, I barely did anything—you earned that for yourself.""Still, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity without your help. C'mon, I know a great place. I think you’ll love it." I kept my voice light, but I hoped she’d sense how much I meant it.She hesitated, then giggled. "O…okay, but just so we’re clear, this is just returning the favor. I owe you nothing."I laughed as we reached the lobby, stepping out of the elevator. "See you after work," I said, waving, and she waved back, a hint of warmth in her eyes.
### 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’
### Miranda’s POVWhen Desmond stormed out of the office earlier today, I knew something was off. The way he avoided eye contact and rushed his steps—it wasn’t like him. Desmond was a man of confidence, someone who always left the office with a composed demeanor. But today? His body language screamed guilt. I wasn’t going to let it slide, especially not after hearing the name “Brenda” flash across his phone earlier. Something told me to follow him, to find out the truth once and for all. My heart pounded as I trailed him to a nearby hotel. The very thought of what I might discover churned my stomach, but I needed answers. I needed to see it with my own eyes. With trembling hands, I parked my car and followed him inside, keeping a safe distance. He didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder—his focus was entirely on his destination. It was room 408. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door. My knuckles grazed the wood, but I didn’t have to wait
Miranda's POV I woke up with a jolt, the shrill sound of my alarm clock piercing through the silence of the early morning. My heart was racing, and it took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in a nightmare. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, signaling the start of what I thought would be a perfect day. With a sigh, I reached out and turned off the alarm, my fingers brushing against the cold metal of the clock. I stretched, feeling the pull in my muscles, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The smooth wooden floor was cool beneath my feet as I padded to the bathroom. The familiar routine—brushing my teeth, showering, and meticulously choosing my outfit—helped settle my nerves. Today was important. Not just because of the project agreement but because this was my chance to finally claim the upper hand. I pulled on a sleek black trouser, paired it with a crisp white shirt, and added a pop o
---**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
### 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,
### 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,
**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,
**Miranda's POV** I stood behind the counter of my restaurant, busy taking stock of the day's supplies when the door swung open. A sharp gust of wind carried with it the scent of expensive perfume. I looked up, and there she was—Desmond's mother, striding in as if she owned the place. Two women trailed behind her, both dressed to the nines, their heels clicking against the tiled floor. I plastered on my most professional smile, but inside, I braced myself. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Davenport,” I greeted her politely, setting aside my clipboard. She glanced around, her nose slightly wrinkling as if she found something offensive in the air. “Miranda, darling,” she drawled, her tone dripping with insincerity. “How lovely to see you working... here. So hands-on for someone of your status.” I bit back a sarcastic remark, knowing better than to fan the flames of her condescension. “How can I help you today?” I asked, maintaining my composure. “Oh, we’ve already helped ourselves,” she
Miranda's POV ---I leaned back in my chair, massaging the back of my neck. It had been an excruciatingly long day at the office, one that drained every ounce of energy I had. Clara had just left, taking the stack of signed files to the shareholders. I barely had time to eat, let alone breathe. As the CEO, it seemed every document in existence required my signature. When my phone buzzed with a call from the manager of the restaurant downtown, I almost ignored it. But then I remembered the new resort project my company was building beside the restaurant. My presence was needed, so with a tired sigh, I grabbed my coat and headed out. Clara joined me as we made our way there.As we entered the restaurant, the familiar hum of activity greeted us. The clinking of utensils, the murmur of voices, and the occasional burst of laughter were all comforting sounds. But then, something caught my attention—a group of three women seated near the window. I