Mia woke to the smell of food drifting through the air. For a moment, she lay still, caught between sleep and waking. The bright exterior lights slipped through the thin curtains, casting a quiet glow in her room. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand—just past 5 a.m., the same time she always woke up.Stretching her arms above her head, she slowly sat up. Her eyes wandered to the empty chair by her bed, where she had spent hours last night, going over the questions Zac had told her to prepare. A few answers stuck in her head. Most of them didn’t. It didn’t really matter. She had a few hours left to cram, but the thought of why she was doing this lingered. Why did she care so much about obeying Zac?The answer came quickly: her mom.Mia hadn’t expected to see her mother last night. When she got home, her mom was asleep on the couch, her head resting against the armrest. She must have waited for hours, but Mia couldn’t bring herself to wake her. The soft rise and fall of her mom’s
Angelo entered the parking lot, his footsteps clinking in shiny shoes. His eyes darted around, his face tense beneath furrowed brows as he muttered, “Where is she?”He scanned the rows of cars, turning to this side and that, his every movement a manifestation of frustration. Just as he turned to leave, a voice checked his steps.“Angelo?”He froze and turned slowly, relief washing over his face when he saw her. “Mia.” He exhaled deeply, the tension melting from his shoulders. “I’ve actually been looking for you.”Mia tilted her head, surprised. “Really?”He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes slightly. “I heard you applied for the position of secretary here.”She paused, pushing a strand of her chestnut-brown wig behind her ear. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she said softly.“Come on, Mia,” Angelo said, a slight edge of hurt in his voice. “I thought we were friends. Aren’t we?”Mia’s eyes dropped to the floor, her conscience pul
“Yes, Dad,” she replied, her voice steady but cautious. “It’s my passion. I’ve wanted this for years.” Seth dropped the tablet onto the desk, his temper flaring. “Passion? What about the family business? What about everything I’ve worked for?” “Dad, I told you years ago,” Celine said, her voice rising slightly. “I have no interest in working under the family name.” “But you agreed to the business courses I enrolled you in,” he snapped. “Dad—” “No!” he shouted, cutting her off. “You’re my last chance, Celine!” Seth stood up immediately, pacing the room. “Your sisters have already disappointed me—one playing dress-up with her fashion company, the other running off to teach art to children! Let’s not even start with Angela, who eloped with her boyfriend. But you… You’re the only one who could—” “Could what?” Celine interrupted, her composure cracking. “Give up my dreams to live the life you want for me?” She stood now, her voice rising. “Dad, I’ve told you before. I lov
It was a beautiful Saturday evening, the kind Mia had craved for weeks. She relaxed in her small living room, nestled between her mom, who sat on the couch absorbed in their favorite Mexican soap opera, and Samantha, settled on the floor with a bowl of popcorn. For once, the world felt distant, her problems tucked away in some unreachable corner. Her phone buzzed on the side table, pulling her out of her brief escape. She ignored it at first, letting it buzz again before finally glancing at the screen. It was Zac Cornell. Her heart sank as she closed her eyes briefly, inhaling to steady herself, then stood and walked toward the kitchen counter. She hesitated before answering, knowing Zac never called unless it was important—or inconvenient. “Hello, Sir,” she said, keeping her tone light, though her fingers tightened around the phone. “Mia,” Zac began, his voice calm and annoyingly smooth. “I have a file I need you to look at before you resume on Monday.” Mia blinked, caught
Mia stepped into the private dining hall, her steps careful and purposeful. The room was filled with subtle luxury, muted golden lighting bouncing off polished silver accents, complemented by the soft hum of a piano in the corner. Two waitresses stood by discreetly, their postures perfect, as if rehearsed. It was the kind of refined luxury that made her feel like an uninvited guest at a gala. Zac sat at the far end of the room, casually swirling a glass of wine, looking like a king in his domain. He looked up when she walked in, his eyes scanning her as if measuring her value. When Mia stepped closer, he immediately noticed her simple outfit—a satin skirt, blouse, and flat sandals. She was beautiful, as always, but woefully out of place. He smiled, leaning back in his chair as she approached. “Good evening, sir,” Mia said with a polite bow. “Sit,” he said sharply, not bothering to acknowledge her greeting. “Check the menu if you need something specific.” Mia hesitated, her ton
Mia stared at the door Zac had walked through moments ago, her irritation bubbling beneath her calm appearance. After a beat, she rose from her seat, intent on following him, but just as her fingers brushed the cool handle, it swung open. A tall man stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly touching the frame. “Excuse me,” Mia said sharply, tilting her head to glare up at him. “The boss asked you to wait,” the man replied, his voice low and gravelly, as if it had been carved out of stone. Mia blinked, her confidence shaking “Wait? For what? Am I a prisoner now?” “I’m just following orders, ma’am,” he answered politely without moving a muscle. Mia huffed, crossing her arms. “Look, I understand, but I have other important things to do.” The man didn’t budge, his deep voice unwavering. “I suggest you wait.” She opened her mouth to argue but stopped, taking a good look at him. The man was built like defensive wall, solid and unyielding, and she knew fighting him would be poi
The morning felt crisp, the faint hum of birdsong filtering through the open window as Mia prepared for her first day at ZIRCONS Group. Her mother was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast as usual to help her get ready before she left. It was just past 6 AM, yet Mia, who always woke up early, was already wearing a black dress—one of those Zac had purchased for her. She stepped into a set of two-inch heels, the gentle click of her shoes on the tiled floor resonating as she rushed out of the house. At 7:20 AM, Mia found herself in the impressive foyer of ZIRCONS Group’s headquarters, feeling a mix of confidence and worry.. Upon entering the lobby, the refreshing air-conditioning welcomed her, and she surveyed the lively area. She arrived at the reception area by 7:25 and was promptly guided to Zac’s main office on the top floor. The office itself was striking—modern yet understated. Zac’s office was spacious, featuring a big mahogany desk at its core and tall windows fr
Friday mornings at ZIRCONS Group were typically filled with hustle and bustle, yet Mia’s sole concern was making it through to the weekend. While sitting at her desk, her mind wandered to the key she had discovered in Zac's office recently. She hadn't bothered to unlock anything or discover where it was supposed to go. What if Zac was testing her or watching her every move?The risk wasn’t worth it. Her only desire was to finish her project, pay back Derrick’s loan, and escape this complicated situation. Her phone vibrated on the desk, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a text from Angelo.“Hey, Mia. Sorry I didn’t make it yesterday. Stuck in Rome longer than expected. I’ll clarify everything shortly. Take care of yourself, alright?”Her chest tightened. Angelo always knew how to weave warmth into his words, even from miles away. For a fleeting moment, she let herself miss his presence—the way he made her laugh, even when her world felt dark.But reality was quick to intrude.
Zac wiped his mouth with a napkin, setting it down beside his plate. “Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Williams. That was delicious.” Across from him, Sarah beamed, clearly pleased. “Oh, please, don’t mention it," she said, waving a hand. “You’re family now.” Mia, who had been quietly helping Samantha clear the plates, tensed. She could already feel where this was going. Sarah turned to her with a knowing look. “I had my suspicions, you know.” Mia rolled her eyes. “Oh Lord, here we go again.” “I mean, he did buy you that dress, right?” Sarah continued, her eyes twinkling. “I told you he had a crush on you.” Mia groaned, slapping her forehead. “Come on, Mom.” Sarah laughed. “So, you two have been pretending all this while?” She shook her head, as if she had just uncovered a great mystery. “How long has this been going on?” Mia glanced at Zac before replying, “About a month.” “A month?” Sarah’s eyebrows shot up. “That was fast.” Then she softened. “But love… love is like that somet
Bella sat on the floor, her body crumpled in despair. Her phone vibrated in her hand, the screen lighting up with more pictures. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the engagement photos flooding the internet—Zac and Mia wrapped in each other’s arms, their smiles radiant, their love displayed for the world to see. Tears blurred her vision. It was supposed to be her. She should have been the one in Zac’s arms, wearing the ring, standing by his side. A broken sob escaped her. “No! No! No!” Her voice cracked, a scream breaking free from her throat. Her cry filled the space, desperate and raw. It wasn’t fair. None of it was. She slammed the phone onto the bed, the sound of it hitting the headboard echoing in the quiet room. Then a gentle knock sounded at the door. “Bella?” Her mother’s voice seeped through the wood, gentle but concerned. Bella wiped her eyes, trying to calm her breath. Her mother’s eyes softened at the sight of her daughter, collapsed on the fl
“How much do you think love costs?” Mia held Seth’s gaze head-on, refusing to flinch under his scrutiny. Seth’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Smart girl.” He leaned back, fingers tightening on the armrest of his chair. “But I don’t buy into fairy tales. Women like you are only after one thing.” He scanned her, sharp and assessing. Mia arched her brow. “And men like you assume you hold the upper hand.” Seth let out a low chuckle. “I like you, Mia,” he admitted, as if surprised. “You’ve got nerves. But Cornell men don’t marry out of love; we marry for prestige and legacy.” Mia exhaled slowly, more amused than rattled now. “I assume that is why you remained divorced?” His smirk faded for half a beat before he recovered, letting out a dry laugh. “You’re quick.” He steepled his fingers. “But this isn’t about me; it’s about you.” He leaned forward. “That’s why I’m here—to save you the heartache. Name your price, and I’ll make sure you walk away with a triple.” “I’m not inte
Mia woke up with a quiet stretch, her thoughts still settling. For once, there was no rush—no urgent calls, no work emails, no chaos. She exhaled slowly before climbing out of bed, savoring the rare peace. Today, she would finally talk to her mother again, continuing from where they left off yesterday. But when she stepped out of her room, the house was quieter than she expected. “Samantha,” Mia called, walking toward the living room. “Where’s Mom?” Samantha looked up, setting her phone aside. “She left early this morning.” Mia frowned. “To where?” “I have no idea,” Samantha said. “She was on a call when she left. Seemed like something urgent.” A sharp exhale left Mia’s lips. “Geez, this is getting annoying.” She ran a hand through her hair. “Why can’t she just be available when I actually have something important to tell her? I thought her coming here was supposed to help us reconnect.” Samantha watched her for a moment before sighing. “I don’t know. But, honestly?
The hum of the helicopter filled the air immediately after Zac guided Mia inside it, his grip firm yet gentle. “I wanted to keep this private, away from the cameras,” he murmured, helping her inside. “It’s not the right time for us to be seen. Not just yet.” Mia settled into the plush leather seat, the luxury of the private helicopter sinking in. She had never been in one before. As she reached for the seatbelt, Zac was already there, securing it for her. His fingers brushed against her skin briefly, sending an unexpected jolt through her. “Are you comfortable?” he asked, his voice low. She nodded, though her heart had started to race—not from the altitude but from the proximity. “You look beautiful tonight,” he added. His voice was quiet, but it reached her over the hum of the helicopter. She turned to face him, blinking at the unexpected compliment. Her first instinct was to tease him, but something about the way he said it—soft, genuine—made her pause. “You look pretty well
Zac leaned against the table, his fingers tapping lightly against the surface. “He can be a little… selective,” he admitted, hesitating before forcing a small smile. “But just be yourself.” Mia raised an eyebrow. “Be myself… What does that even mean?” Zac exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “My grandfather likes people who are genuine. He respects confidence—those who own their story instead of pretending to be something they’re not.” Mia gave him a dry look. “Zac, we are literally faking it.” “I know,” he said with a weak smile. “But you? You don’t have to pretend. Trust me, you’re fine just the way you are.” She shook her head, still uncertain. “I don’t know… I was your P.A., and I never even went to college. Won’t he find that suspicious?” “About that,” Zac started, choosing his words carefully, “there’s no point lying to him. He doesn’t even need your credentials, Mia. Just make him believe you value the foundation of family and relationships. That’s all.” Mia hesi
The car ride was quiet, the earlier tension fading into something calmer. Mia sat in the back seat beside Zac, her body swaying slightly with the motion of the vehicle. The activities of the day pressed down on her at once. She hadn’t had a moment to rest—not really—not since everything had started. Her eyes drooped, her head tipping slightly into a deep, exhausted sleep. Zac glanced at her from the corner of his eye, still focused on his tablet. “Mia,” he murmured. “Do you want me to drop you at your family’s place tonight?” She didn’t answer. He turned his head, fully focusing on her now. When his eyes met face, his expression softened. She was asleep, her body folded slightly into the seat, her breathing slow and even. For a moment, his gaze lingered on her—how her lashes rested against her skin, her lips slightly parted as she drifted off. She looked so peaceful. Then he sighed, turning off his tablet. He reached forward and gently tapped her arm. “Mia? Mia.” She moved
The plan had been set in motion long before Mia stepped into Xiang’s warehouse. The moment the driver arrived, she was taken to a secret location, just as Zac had arranged. It was a quiet, dimly lit space, hidden away from prying eyes. There, she changed into more practical clothing, which was reinforced with a discreet bullet-proof vest. A small mic was carefully positioned under her collar, ensuring every word spoken that night would be recorded. Unknown to Xiang, everything had been prepared—every move calculated. As Mia was getting ready at the secret base, Zac had already taken precautions. Samantha was in on the plan, and his men had safely relocated her and their mother to a secure apartment. By the time she was ready, her family was already out of danger. Now, with the stage set, she had walked into the lion’s den—confident, prepared. Outside Xiang’s warehouse, his men lurked in the shadows, standing guard. They were unaware of the silent takedown unfolding around them.
When Mia arrived back at the apartment, the entire space was eerily quiet. She made her way to Samantha’s room, where the rhythmic clanking of a keyboard broke the silence. Samantha was seated at her desk, her sharp focus on the glowing screen as lines of code scrolled rapidly. A series of tabs and tools cluttered her workspace—debugging programs, encryption tools, and a web page she seemed to be building from scratch. Mia sighed, dropping onto the edge of Samantha’s bed. She leaned back slightly, rubbing her temples as the weight of the day bore down on her. She had just finished explaining everything that happened at the office—Zac’s unexpected offer, the details of the arrangement, and how surreal it all felt. Samantha paused her work, taking her focus off the screen. She turned her chair toward Mia, raising a brow as a small smirk played on her lips. “So… what’s stopping you from saying yes?” “Everything,” Mia frowned, crossing her arms. “The fact that this whole thing is s