Heather is finally living the time of her life. She has always been a badass. And Mihir knew this before he got married to her. Her financial status was the only thing holding her back from achieving everything she finally wanted. He was the only one who brought her down to her knees. After catching him in a compromising situation with her best friend, she threatens him with a divorce and he finally agrees. She knows Mihir wants her back. She swears she would never go back there. One phone call from him is all it takes to bring her back crying to him. But what does he want from her? More torture? Or he doesn’t just know how to beg her to come back? It's up to her to decide what she wants to do with him.
View MoreHeather’s POVTime felt endless. The dim basement, with its cold, damp air, seemed to close in on me, suffocating me more with every second that passed. , and my stomach churned from both hunger and rage. But the worst part wasn’t the physical discomfort—it was my mind, playing the same haunting memory on repeat.The moment that shattered my world.The day I caught my so-called husband and my so-called best friend together.***Flashback***The morning had started with the promise of love. Of hope. Of something better.I had woken up early—5 a.m., to be precise. The bedroom was quiet except for the rhythmic breathing of Mihir, who lay beside me in peaceful slumber. I stared at his face for a moment, wondering when things had changed between us. When had his warmth turned cold? When had his love faded into something unrecognizable?I had every reason to resent him, yet today was different.Today was Mihir’s birthday and our anniversary. The day that once held so much meaning, though now
The next morning, Mihir seemed to be in a good mood. It wasn’t something I saw often—his usual demeanor was cold, distant, and unreadable. But today, there was something different about him.I watched from the edge of the bed as he got up, his movements precise and deliberate. As always, his morning routine was strict. First, a workout. He never skipped it, no matter how early his meetings were or how late he had gone to bed the previous night. I listened to the faint sounds of him exercising in the adjoining room, the rhythmic thuds of his push-ups, the sharp exhales as he lifted weights.I lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. This marriage was nothing but an illusion, a carefully curated performance that Mihir had demanded from me. There was no love, no warmth, just obligation. But days like this—where he seemed almost… human—made me wonder what went on in his mind.After about thirty minutes, he stepped into the bathroom, and soon, the sound of rushing water filled
Eloise took a deep breath before twisting the knob and opening the door. the weight of Mihir’s words still lingering in her mind. But all thoughts of him vanished when she saw the person standing outside her apartment.“Mr. Dunny,” she greeted, forcing a tight smile.Her apartment agent stood before her, his expression unreadable. He was an older man with grey hair and a potbelly, always dressed in the same faded suit that seemed to have seen better days. Mr. Dunny didn’t believe in unnecessary pleasantries, and today was no different.“Hello, Eloise,” he said, his voice flat and businesslike. “Last week, I sent you a mail regarding your eviction from this apartment, but it seems you ignored it. So I’m here to hand you the eviction letter personally.”Eloise’s smile faltered. Her stomach twisted into knots. “Mr. Dunny, surely it hasn’t come to this—”He lifted a hand, silencing her. His wrinkled fingers gripped the folded paper tightly, his tired eyes meeting hers with no hint of sym
'RING!!'The sharp chime of Mihir’s alarm clock jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open, but I stayed still, pretending to be asleep. I had learned over time that it was better this way—to observe him first before engaging. Mihir was always an early riser, disciplined and meticulous, even though I knew for a fact that he often went to bed late.I peeked through my eyelashes and saw him already sitting up on his side of the bed, his toned back facing me. He sat still, unmoving, his hands resting on his thighs as if deep in thought. Then, without warning, he inhaled deeply, stretched his arms, and got out of bed. His muscles flexed slightly as he rolled his shoulders and then dropped to the floor, beginning his morning routine of push-ups.One. Two. Three.I watched in silence, Mihir had always been obsessive about staying fit, about keeping himself in peak physical condition. He was a perfectionist in every aspect of his life—his work, his looks, his control over everything and everyo
This was the first time Mihir and Eloise had ever seen each other. Every time she came over, she went straight to my room, avoiding the rest of the house. Mihir was either locked away in his grand library or away on business, so their paths had never crossed—until now.As soon as he stepped inside, the air in the room shifted. The warmth I had felt in Eloise’s presence evaporated, replaced by a stifling tension. Mihir’s presence was always overwhelming, his aura so domineering that it made people instinctively shrink back. Eloise was no exception. She stood up immediately, her hands clasping together nervously as if she had been caught doing something wrong.Eloise, still standing stiffly, attempted another polite greeting. “It’s nice to meet you, sir,” she said, though the fear in her voice was obvious.Mihir turned his gaze toward her, slowly, He scanned her from head to toe, his expression unreadable, yet something about his demeanor made me uncomfortable.There was something that
The cold seeped into my bones as I sat there, curled against the damp wall of the basement. My body ached from Mihir’s iron grip, the bruises forming beneath my skin a painful reminder of his wrath. The room was as dark as I remembered, the air thick with dust and memories I wished I could erase.I should have known he was watching me. I should have known better than to think I could sneak away unnoticed.A bitter laugh escaped my lips, mingling with the silent tears streaming down my face. I pulled my knees to my chest, my fingers tightening into fists as my thoughts spiraled into regret.How had I been so foolish?Had I really let myself believe—even for a second—that Mihir had changed?I wanted to scream at my own naivety. The second I had stepped out of line, he had proven that he was the same as before. The same arrogant, prideful, unapologetic tyrant. A man who wielded power like a weapon, who treated me like a possession he could control, punish, and discard at will.And yet, d
Mihir’s eyes was filled with fury as he stepped into the greenhouse, his imposing presence filling the dimly lit space like a storm brewing on the horizon. The scent of damp earth and fresh foliage did little to calm the tension that was in the air.Heather felt her breath hitch as she instinctively stepped back, her heart hammering against her ribs. The moment she saw Mihir’s rigid posture, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, she knew she was in more trouble than she had ever imagined.Talon, ever protective, shifted in front of her, shielding her from Mihir’s piercing gaze. It was a small gesture, but it made her feel momentarily safe—until Mihir’s voice sliced through the silence like a blade.“Explain,” he demanded, his voice low but brimming with menace. “Why are you here? Why are you meeting him?”Heather opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat like thorns. Her mind raced, scrambling for an excuse, but every possible answer sounded weak and implausibl
Heather held the balcony with trembling fingers. The words on the paper felt like a cold whisper in her ear:"Be careful who you accept as true. He is much more aware than you suspect."Her mind raced as she reread it. Who had sent it? Did they mean Mihir? Was someone looking at her? The mansion felt extra like a prison with each passing second. She looked across the room, checking the shadows for motion, her heart thudding like a drum. She felt shiver run down her spine as she stared around. She didn't know who to suspect or any hint of who had sent the message. MaryAnne had left in advance to deliver the message to Talon. Heather hoped and prayed her loyal maid might be careful. If Mihir found out, there could be no mercy. Mihir would make sure he punished her for disobeying him and getting to Talon without his notices. She hoped MaryAnne would act fast and get to Talon without Mihir noticing. She was already scared of Mihir as it is. She didn't want him to do more harm to her mor
Heather’s heart raced as she sat at the edge of the massive bed, gazing at the ornate chandelier above. The silence within the room changed into deafening, broken most effectively by way of the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. She rubbed her fingers collectively nervously, her mind whirling with the results of her selection. Lying approximately the infant’s paternity turned into a determined move, but what preference did she have? Telling Mihir the truth would only tighten the chains that already assure her to him.The door creaked open, and Mihir’s implementing determination crammed the doorway. His sharp health was immaculate, his dark eyes glare at her like daggers. Heather compelled herself to remain calm as he walked in, his presence sucking the air out of the room. He closed the door behind him with an eerie gentleness that made her belly churn.“We need to speak,” he stated, his voice low and deliberate.Heather nodded but however remained silent, knowing c
My head hurt by the time I got up. Talon’s hands were wrapped around my waist. If he wasn’t sleeping, I would have totally freaked out. I tossed and turned all night. Coupled with the fact that the bed was tiny. This wasn’t the luxury I was used to. But I was getting a hang of it. I promise. It's only a temporary fix and I’ve been incredibly lucky that Talon agreed to share his tiny apartment with me. What would I do without him? Putting up with the cramped conditions is the small price I have to pay to feel the familiarity of a good friend. A divorce is never easy when you’re divorcing a billionaire. Things tend to take longer than a normal couple’s divorce. It all made my head spin when we were going through the process. Managing my single life, staying knowledgeable in my small company’s finances and trying to be a good friend to Talon was enough to make anyone’s head ache.Thankfully, Mihir- my husband had finally signed the papers. Even if it all came too easy, I don’t mind. At...
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