It was still dark outside—too early for anyone else to be up. Even Bella was sound asleep, wrapped under the soft comforter in his bedroom. Zac had entered his study last night without a word. The study was his refuge—a place he could retreat to when his thoughts grew too loud. The dim glow of his laptop screen lit up the otherwise quiet room. Emails and messages waited for his attention, but his thoughts were miles away. They circled back to Mia. Over the past few weeks, her story had come together in fragments. She kept most of her struggles to herself, but Zac was good at connecting the dots. Her overwhelming debt, the job she’d been forced to take, and her longing hope for freedom showed a life she hadn’t willingly stepped into. She had made it known that completing this job would give her the freedom to leave New York with her family and perhaps settle in a quiet location, like Iceland or Austria. Zac couldn’t picture her in a quiet, far-off country like that. It didn’t suit
“Jason’s not coming. Something came up, and he had to cancel,” Mia replied quickly. As soon as Zac mentioned staying for dinner, Mia stepped inside briefly and sent Jason a text, fabricating an excuse about needing to reschedule his appointment. “That’s sad. Good thing Zac is here, right?” her mother said cheerfully, but the expression on Mia’s face remained clearly uninterested. As Sarah served the dish, the atmosphere in the dining room became thicker with the tempting aroma of a homemade banquet. The table, carefully arranged, displayed roasted chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, and a rich, shiny sauce that glimmered in the light. “This looks amazing, Mrs. Williams,” Zac said, genuinely impressed. “Thank you, Zac,” Sarah replied with a warm smile. “It’s just a simple dinner, but I like to add my little touch. Try the sauce—I think you’ll like it.” Zac took a bite, his brow lifting in surprise. “This is… incredible. I’ve never had anything like this.” “Well, you’re wel
Another Friday morning came, and Mia positioned herself in front of her mirror, flattening the creases from her blouse. She slung her bag over her shoulder, feeling an unexpected sense of ease as she made her way to work.For once, the week had been decent—certainly better than the string of rough ones she’d endured. Zac had been unexpectedly nice, even enjoying a peaceful lunch with her earlier in the week. It may not have been significant, but it was sufficient to make her feel… acknowledged—perhaps even valued. Upon entering the office, a slight, authentic smile graced her lips. As she approached her desk, she greeted her coworkers cheerfully, the quiet clicks of her heels blending into the background.However, a sudden beep from the intercom demanded her attention.Taking a steadying breath, she walked to his office, carefully pushing the door open.“Good morning sir,” she greeted softly.Zac was standing by the window, his back turned to her. He didn’t respond at first, his po
Mia smiled to herself, thinking back to the previous evening. A strange man had opened the car door and asked her to get in, only for her to see Bella, sitting at the other end of the back seat, her expression remained calm like she had been waiting for this moment. “I don’t like you, Mia,” she said, her voice cold and to the point. “Let’s just get that clear.” Mia leaned back, unfazed. She crossed her arms, meeting Bella’s gaze with a steady calmness. “Is that enough reason for my kidnap?” Bella smirked, lifting her hand to flaunt a diamond ring on her finger. “See this?” she said, twirling it as though it held all the power in the world. “This can never be yours—so, keep your distance, okay?” Mia raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Let me make this easy for you,” she replied, her tone measured but cutting. “I’m only working here temporarily. So, in a couple of months, you won’t even have to see me again. Does that help? Does that ease your… mental state?” Bella’s smirk faltere
“Happy Birthday!” Laughter and cheers welcomed Sarah and Samantha as they stepped into the cozy living room, where her mother’s birthday celebration was already in progress. Sarah, Mia's mom, swung the door open only to reveal a total surprise. Her only thought was to enjoy a peaceful day and make a brief trip to the mall for essentials. Instead, she was welcomed by an explosion of vibrant balloons, ribbons, and a large birthday cake that stood majestically in the middle of the dining table. The room was thoughtfully adorned, each corner filled with vibrant hues that created a celebratory atmosphere. Mia and Samantha exchanged a satisfied glance, while Sarah stood at the entrance, too shocked to speak. “Really?” Sarah finally managed, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement. “I thought we were just going to the mall for a few things. Maybe cook something small.” She had spoken to Samantha earlier, laughing about how simple things were going to be. “Did you know about t
“Mia,” Xiang’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. “I know you’ve been doing a good job, but we need more info. BioCorps is breathing down my neck. If you can’t deliver something, we’re both done for.”Xiang paced around the dusty warehouse as if he was almost running mad. One of his group members—a skilled hacker—sat at one end, his eyes stealing glances at them, wondering what could have made their leader tense.Mia took a step forward, her expression tight. “I’ve been on this for months, Xiang. Every move he makes, I’ve watched. Every deal, I’ve tracked. He’s clean. I can’t find anything to put him in the black list. Nothing.”“You have to dig deeper, then.”Mia bit her lip, her frustration clear. “Xiang, if it were that easy, I’d have done it already.”Xiang let out a cold laugh. “No one is that clean. No one.” His gaze pinned her in place. “If you can’t find any, create one. Isn’t that what we do? There has to be something to blackmail him with, at least.”“You don’t get
It was a beautiful sunny Monday morning, and it felt even brighter knowing she didn’t have to go to the office. Zac had called earlier, saying he’d be tied up with a meeting and she could work from home. She’d planned a quiet day, until his text came through.“I need your help—meet me at The Royale Golf Course.”The address led her to a golf course. It was huge, with wide, green fields that seemed to go on forever. Players were scattered across the course, swinging clubs and chatting.She spotted Zac near the entrance, leaning against a golf cart. He was dressed in tailored khakis and a navy polo shirt, exuding his usual polished charm. When their eyes met, he motioned for her to approach with a small wave.“Good morning, sir,” she said, walking up to him.“Morning,” he replied with a small nod. “Come on. Let’s sit somewhere quiet.”He led her to a quiet lounge overlooking the course. The place was calm, with soft chairs and a perfect view of the green. As they settled in, Mia hesitat
Zac noticed Mia’s gaze and turned to look over his shoulder. His body stiffened the moment he saw her.“Bella?” he said, his voice sharp with surprise. “Weren’t you supposed to be on the boat cruise?”Bella didn’t answer right away. Her cold, furious eyes darted between Zac and Mia.Zac frowned as his gaze scanned her outfit—a tight leather fit, transparent lace—and her tense posture.“How did you even get in?” he asked, his tone more serious this time.Bella’s cold, sharp laugh cut through the air. “Oh! The cruise? Really?” Her eyes darted toward Mia, narrowing like a hawk zeroing in on prey. “Is that why you brought her here?” She stepped further inside, her heels clicking against the floor, each step full of purpose.“Is that why, Zac?”Before Zac could respond, Bella grabbed a delicate glass sculpture from the table and threw it at Mia.Mia dodged it just in time, and the artifact shattered into pieces on the floor.“What the hell, Bella?!” Zac shouted. He jumped to his feet and
Bella stepped out of her sleek black car as the gates of Seth’s villa closed shut behind her. Her face was puffy from crying, so she had to wear big dark shades to mask her pale face. Seth's guards positioned at the entrance shared looks, uncertain if they should restrict her access or ignore her.Seth was just stepping inside his living room when he heard the sound of fast footsteps behind him. He stopped at the doorway, his eyes narrowing as one of his men approached and whispered something in his ear.“Let her in." Seth instructed, gesturing with his hand, his tone composed yet authoritative. He had already seated himself in the living room by the time she reached him, his expression neutral.“Uncle!” Bella whined, throwing herself onto the couch opposite him. Her voice trembled as she buried her face in her hands. “Zac broke up with me! I—I don’t know what to do!”Seth leaned back in his chair, a faint expression of surprise appearing on his face. “What?” he asked, his tone ti
Mia’s heels clicked against the pavement, the sound echoing like a countdown in her mind. She tried to run faster, but the tight straps of her boots betrayed her. She tripped, twisting her ankle, and quickly reached for a streetlight pole to stop herself from falling completely. Suddenly, the sensor light above her snapped on, revealing the man trailing her. He came to a stop, raising his hands to pull back his hooded sweatshirt. Her breath hitched as she stared at the face now exposed. “Derrick?” she whispered, barely audible over her heavy breathing. “It’s me,” Derrick smirked, stepping closer. His tone was teasing, almost playful. “Why are you running? I was just messing with you.” “Messing with me? Derrick, you scared me!” She struggled to catch her breath, even though her heart was still pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest. “Come on, Mia. Get up,” he said, extending a hand to her. She stared at his hand cautiously, as if it might bit
Zac had no plans to show up at Angelo’s birthday party initially. He didn’t enjoy those kinds of gatherings, and being around a crowd of strangers wasn’t appealing to him. But as time passed, staying at home with Bella around left him with no choice. The party suddenly felt like a good excuse to get away—a break from the chaos waiting for him back home.When he arrived, Angelo looked surprised. “You’re here?” He asked, his grin faltering slightly.“I guess so.” Zac shrugged it off, offering no explanation. It was Angelo’s birthday, after all. There was no need to ruin it with his own troubles.Rather than sitting with the others, Zac chose a spot away from the crowd, one where he could blend into the background. He hadn’t told Angelo about his fiancée—now ex-fiancée—and her attempt to hurt Mia. How could he? It wasn’t the right time or place.And then Mia arrived.Her arrival caught everyone’s attention. The room seemed to pause, conversations stopping as heads turned her way. The th
You’re telling me all that happened today?” Samantha asked, throwing a set of clothes on top of Mia’s bed. She was already dressed in her pajamas, wrapped her ginger hair up in a bun. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched Mia comb her tangled hair in front of the mirror. “You know I don’t make things up,” Mia replied, her voice tired. “It’s been one drama after another. To be honest, I’m done worrying about it.” She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away. Samantha picked up a black silk top from the stack and held it up. “What about this? It screams edgy-but-cute, right?” Mia barely glanced at it before flopping back onto the bed with a groan. “I don’t even want to go. I should just cancel, Sam. I’m serious.” “You dare not cancel!” Samantha spun around dramatically, her hands on her hips. “Girl, it’s Angelo’s party. You have to be there. Besides, you can’t leave him hanging after everything. Remember, he even stayed back to clean up after your mom’s birthday p
Zac noticed Mia’s gaze and turned to look over his shoulder. His body stiffened the moment he saw her.“Bella?” he said, his voice sharp with surprise. “Weren’t you supposed to be on the boat cruise?”Bella didn’t answer right away. Her cold, furious eyes darted between Zac and Mia.Zac frowned as his gaze scanned her outfit—a tight leather fit, transparent lace—and her tense posture.“How did you even get in?” he asked, his tone more serious this time.Bella’s cold, sharp laugh cut through the air. “Oh! The cruise? Really?” Her eyes darted toward Mia, narrowing like a hawk zeroing in on prey. “Is that why you brought her here?” She stepped further inside, her heels clicking against the floor, each step full of purpose.“Is that why, Zac?”Before Zac could respond, Bella grabbed a delicate glass sculpture from the table and threw it at Mia.Mia dodged it just in time, and the artifact shattered into pieces on the floor.“What the hell, Bella?!” Zac shouted. He jumped to his feet and
It was a beautiful sunny Monday morning, and it felt even brighter knowing she didn’t have to go to the office. Zac had called earlier, saying he’d be tied up with a meeting and she could work from home. She’d planned a quiet day, until his text came through.“I need your help—meet me at The Royale Golf Course.”The address led her to a golf course. It was huge, with wide, green fields that seemed to go on forever. Players were scattered across the course, swinging clubs and chatting.She spotted Zac near the entrance, leaning against a golf cart. He was dressed in tailored khakis and a navy polo shirt, exuding his usual polished charm. When their eyes met, he motioned for her to approach with a small wave.“Good morning, sir,” she said, walking up to him.“Morning,” he replied with a small nod. “Come on. Let’s sit somewhere quiet.”He led her to a quiet lounge overlooking the course. The place was calm, with soft chairs and a perfect view of the green. As they settled in, Mia hesitat
“Mia,” Xiang’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. “I know you’ve been doing a good job, but we need more info. BioCorps is breathing down my neck. If you can’t deliver something, we’re both done for.”Xiang paced around the dusty warehouse as if he was almost running mad. One of his group members—a skilled hacker—sat at one end, his eyes stealing glances at them, wondering what could have made their leader tense.Mia took a step forward, her expression tight. “I’ve been on this for months, Xiang. Every move he makes, I’ve watched. Every deal, I’ve tracked. He’s clean. I can’t find anything to put him in the black list. Nothing.”“You have to dig deeper, then.”Mia bit her lip, her frustration clear. “Xiang, if it were that easy, I’d have done it already.”Xiang let out a cold laugh. “No one is that clean. No one.” His gaze pinned her in place. “If you can’t find any, create one. Isn’t that what we do? There has to be something to blackmail him with, at least.”“You don’t get
“Happy Birthday!” Laughter and cheers welcomed Sarah and Samantha as they stepped into the cozy living room, where her mother’s birthday celebration was already in progress. Sarah, Mia's mom, swung the door open only to reveal a total surprise. Her only thought was to enjoy a peaceful day and make a brief trip to the mall for essentials. Instead, she was welcomed by an explosion of vibrant balloons, ribbons, and a large birthday cake that stood majestically in the middle of the dining table. The room was thoughtfully adorned, each corner filled with vibrant hues that created a celebratory atmosphere. Mia and Samantha exchanged a satisfied glance, while Sarah stood at the entrance, too shocked to speak. “Really?” Sarah finally managed, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement. “I thought we were just going to the mall for a few things. Maybe cook something small.” She had spoken to Samantha earlier, laughing about how simple things were going to be. “Did you know about t
Mia smiled to herself, thinking back to the previous evening. A strange man had opened the car door and asked her to get in, only for her to see Bella, sitting at the other end of the back seat, her expression remained calm like she had been waiting for this moment. “I don’t like you, Mia,” she said, her voice cold and to the point. “Let’s just get that clear.” Mia leaned back, unfazed. She crossed her arms, meeting Bella’s gaze with a steady calmness. “Is that enough reason for my kidnap?” Bella smirked, lifting her hand to flaunt a diamond ring on her finger. “See this?” she said, twirling it as though it held all the power in the world. “This can never be yours—so, keep your distance, okay?” Mia raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Let me make this easy for you,” she replied, her tone measured but cutting. “I’m only working here temporarily. So, in a couple of months, you won’t even have to see me again. Does that help? Does that ease your… mental state?” Bella’s smirk faltere