MEREDITH: "One of our investigations points to human traffickers. He was lured by powerful individuals who promised him wealth if he left his agency. The night he went missing, he had actually gone for a job presentation. And the culprits are well-connected, using all their resources to cover up the case. Your brother is not their only victim, but he is the only known one," he explained solemnly. That night remains etched vividly in my mind, the memories as fresh as if they had occurred yesterday instead of months ago. A scene replayed in my thoughts, one that would never be erased, for it was also the same night Alan ended our relationship. I could still picture Christian's happy face as he grabbed his backpack filled with his computer gear. He had been working tirelessly on a project for over six months, and he had excitedly told me about securing a presentation at another agency that would pay him handsomely, improving our lives. All I wanted was for him to be happy and live a l
MILES: After the intense workout that left Meredith glaring at me, we parted ways, with her going to handle a meeting with Steele while I went to see Dr. Grenada at the hospital. I needed to voice my concerns about the changes I'd been noticing in myself since the surgery. The things I once enjoyed – food, lifestyle, emotions – had shifted. Furthermore, I had to relay the recurring vision that had been plaguing me. We carried out a brief examination, and she assured me it was just a side effect of the heart transplant, and I was fine. It was a relief as I couldn't afford any complications of needing a new heart. Finding this one was difficult enough. But why that dream? Why that specific scenario? What didn't make sense was that I felt it. It looked and felt so real, and that face seemed oddly familiar. Another unsettling aspect was the guilt that arose whenever I had that vision. Perhaps I was losing my grip on reality. What else was I supposed to make of everything happening? I ha
MILES: Richard was being truthful. Steele had been refusing to finalize the contract because he was skeptical about the kind of man I was. If I were some family man with three kids, an incompetent protruding belly, and no vision for his club, he would be more than happy to sign it over. I didn't care much one way or another. I knew I must get it. I could work within those boundaries. Another advantage of getting into this club was that it would fuel my chances of incorporating new partners into my main goal. I couldn't wait to see Howard's face when he heard the news, as the greatest of those who withdrew their partnership. "I can adjust, Richard. Just make an arrangement and leave the rest to me. We've been having business meetings and finalizing stuff, but I haven't met him once. Plus, he wants to withdraw at the last minute. That's a bit unfair." "It's not only that." I waited until the waiter withdrew after delivering our fresh drinks. I studied Richard briefly. His full silve
MEREDITH: By the time I finished, it was late at night. I wasn't able to achieve much, and having skipped lunch, I was so hungry. There was also no need to drop by the company since I gave Miles the update over the phone. I just wished I had been more fruitful today. I was prone to prove him wrong, but it wasn't my fault. Immediately I told them that Pierce Empire, sent me, they put me on hold and declined my request for a meeting later on. The whole world must hate that guy. I couldn't blame them because, let's be honest, his portfolio of existence wasn't friendly at all. I took a cab back to the house since he made sure my car didn't come along with me to his house. He hated that car so much. Arriving, I flung my bag across a sofa in the sitting room and headed straight for the kitchen. Isabel was making one of her tasteless weight-loss meals. "Please, Isabel, let me deal with Mr. Pierce later. I want something tasty. Rice, stew, fried ripe plantain, and crispy chicken. A col
MILES: The next morning, an idea struck me, but I wasn't confident to execute it. I needed to figure out how to go about it. I could accomplish it—it was my field of expertise, after all—I was a business person. My main problem was the guilt I felt thinking about my plan. Meredith knocked timidly, waiting until I shouted for her to enter. She came in, carefully carrying a coffee, and set it on my desk. "This is a peace offering for the unproductive meeting yesterday." "Do you think we are friends?" I asked. "I don't understand." "Miss Tate, do you think we are friends?" "I thought you would appreciate a cup of coffee, and I needed to apologize for yesterday, since I was unable to meet you in your office last night as you requested. I fell asleep after I showered." I glowered at her. "Stop thinking, Miss Tate. We are not friends. You're my employee. A subordinate. If I summon you, you come running. Thank you for the coffee. I will take it. But next time, instead of coffee, bring
MILES: The early morning hours were still peacefully quiet when the steady hum of the treadmill resonated under my feet as I raced along. Today, I wanted to train alone, so I made use of the in-house gym while Brandon and Meredith trained outside. I had requested not to be disturbed until I was done. I hardly slept last night, and my mood was dark. Sweat dripped down my back and face. I picked up my towel and wiped it away roughly, tossing it aside. My iPod connected to JBL speakers blared with heavy music, but it still wasn't loud enough, so I turned it up, grateful the gym was soundproofed. Even if it weren't, I didn't care who heard my playlist. I kept going at an almost frantic pace. I had gone over all my options and plans in the dark of the night, arriving at two solutions. My first thought had been that if Richard got me in, I could try to bluff my way through the meeting, telling Steele only vague details of the woman who supposedly changed my life and, therefore, me. If I
MILES: The building housing the STEELE club towered over every other one around it. It was bold, stood out, and was a vast skyscraper of steel and glass, surrounded by trees. This was the Headquarters, while the stadium itself was located a bit away. No wonder Steele was refusing to give it up to just anyone. Who would carelessly relinquish such a beauty? The outside had an equivalent structure to my company. At Steele, it was more like a family business, as Richard had said, maintaining the name Steele even though it had been passed down and handled by over five generations. The only things that changed were their jersey, the management of the club, and the technology brought to the company. The name remained the same, and I learned from my research that every firstborn of the family was named Steele. What a weird but unique tradition. The one in charge this time around was named Steele Aarhus. I intended to honor what gave them the knowledge of cherishing such a thing. Changing it
MILES: "I'm sorry." I glanced at the screen, hoping I didn't appear too dramatic. "I need to take this. I apologize." "No problem, Miles." He smiled. "I need a coffee refill." I turned away as I answered. "Meredith," I murmured, pitching my voice low. For a moment, there was silence, then she spoke. "Mr. Pierce?" "Yes." I chuckled, knowing I had confused the hell out of her. She must think she was in some kind of trouble because I only called her by her first name if she was in trouble. But it was mixed signals because if she were in trouble, my voice wouldn't be this patient. "Um, you asked me to call you before lunch for further directions on what to do." "Are you done with Neymar?" I questioned. "Yes?" "Okay, brief me when I return. Still hold on to the project. We have a far more important one now. Every other one can wait. Is everything all right there?" She sounded shocked when she replied, "Mr. Pierce, are you all right?" "Of course, I am." I couldn't resist teasi
Nine months later… MILES:Given another chance, I'd choose Meredith. It's just unfair no one shared the pregnancy manuscript or advised waiting. Our incredible honeymoon across seven countries resulted in Meredith unexpectedly getting pregnant. I'd planned to enjoy ourselves a bit longer before diving into parenthood, but life had other plans. The journey became a whirlwind and a battleground. I actively participated in our pregnancy, cherishing the moments. Yet, Meredith's emotions were a rollercoaster. She craved only the company of Brandon, Zara, and Sarah. Unless she sought intimacy, I was on the sidelines. Sex became frequent, anywhere she desired. She ate and cried excessively. I urged her to rest, avoiding work to focus on herself. Bored, she picked up new hobbies like painting and knitting. Habits changed; she turned into a neat freak and often scolded me, but I didn't mind. Overall, she blossomed, with fuller breasts and curvier hips. Mrs. Pierce became my constant fantasy.
MEREDITH: Miles, true to his word, made sure I didn't do anything at all at the wedding. My greatest contributions were "yes" or "no." He had everything and everyone over. He also "fired" me, saying that he wanted me to glow at my wedding and that working would stress me. Zara, Grenada, Sarah, Lucinda, and even Brandon were actively involved. I received so much love and gifts that I had to convert one of the vacant rooms into a gift room. Miles began renovating the house to suit my taste, even though I protested that I was okay with the old layout of the house. He disagreed, changing colors, bringing new furniture, and adding feminine touches to certain parts of the house. The long-awaited day finally came. In all honesty, the days went by quickly. We decided on a private wedding close to a beach in Fiji. It was our best decision. We had the day decorated in gold and black. There were chairs for just a hundred guests, arranged in rows of fifty on each side, overlooking the altar, wh
MILES: "Come." I took her hand through the back door to our balcony. As soon as we were outside, I was on my knee again. "Marry me. Again. Meredith Tate, soon to be Meredith Pierce." This time, I had the ring with me. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" I slipped it on her finger, and we kissed. "Oh, my. It is beautiful. Everything is." I had roses all over the balcony, a bottle of champagne and two glasses in an ice bucket waiting, and a gigantic picture of Christian. "Sorry, I sent you to the kitchen. I was asking him for permission," I pointed at Christian's picture. "He said he wouldn't have allowed you to be with anyone else but me," I boasted. I wish he were here. I would have loved to have had a younger brother too. Meredith was already sobbing. I could tell she was grateful for my thoughtfulness. She hugged and kissed the picture of her brother. I held her close to me as we stared out from the balcony, sipping our champagne. Once more, she glanced at her ring. "Thank you, Miles. Thank you. I
MEREDITH: After disappearing from Miles's life months ago, I felt empty. To occupy myself, I worked as a volunteer on various projects in the place I relocated to, with the most prominent and peaceful one being animal rescue. During that time, I regained myself and rediscovered that he was my happiness, and I wanted to be with him for as long as we lasted. Two days ago, at the last minute, my lovely boss gathered me and the team to inform us that we had received a VIP invitation to a children's charity program in California. After hearing all the details, I couldn't resist attending. Believe me, the idea was to slip in and out without encountering him. I wasn't ready for that interaction, or truthfully, I feared facing him. I should have known something was up when my boss handed over clothes, shoes, and jewelry, claiming that every member of the team got the same package. I should have known a hot billionaire had a hand in it. Upon our arrival, as I listened to his speech and heard
Four months later... MILES: Despite my efforts to locate her, Meredith managed to elude me. She did an excellent job of hiding, but I was even more determined. My sources eventually tracked her down to a remote island in Africa where she had flown to. I had no intention of disrespecting her wishes, nor did I want to leave her alone. From a distance, I kept a close watch on her, deploying my men strategically and occasionally flying down myself to observe her activities. She volunteered at a local zoo, dedicated to wildlife conservation. It was evident she hadn't forgotten about me, as she often drunkenly confessed how much she missed me and our intimacy. On such nights, I would escort her back to her apartment. I admit, I even observed her in private moments, finding myself mirroring her actions. However, despite the satisfaction, I grew weary of this distant observation. I longed to be close to her, to have her by my side. Meanwhile, Steele sold the stadium to me, with the conditi
MILES: Her words melted my heart. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, savoring every moment as our tongues danced together. Going back to my seat, I told her everything that had happened in her absence and how Neymar and Britney were involved. "We can never truly know anyone, I guess." She also told me everything that had happened when Alan took her and how she was able to escape. We spent an hour talking, interspersed by moments of light laughter and occasional sobs from her. I was surprised that we both had the energy to converse after our lovemaking. Though I had her, though she had forgiven me, though everything was over, I still felt guilt. I felt a heavy burden of guilt because I believed I could have saved Christian. "Meredith, I have something to tell you." She moved onto her side to face me. "Go ahead," she said, beaming with a smile. "I think I might be responsible for Christian's death," I confessed. She shot upright. "How so?" I sat up too and narrated the whol
MILES: “Fuck me. Hard,” were the words Meredith spoke after killing Louis. As tempting as it sounded, she wasn't in her right frame of mind when she made that request. She needed comfort and therapy later on. It's never easy to take the life of another person. “Baby, you need to allow me to take you home, so you can rest.” Her eyes gave me a warning glare before she reached up and kissed me. Those darkened irises were telling me, 'fuck me, or I will jump on you in front of the boys.' I've learned never to doubt her capacity for implementing things over time. If she asked for that, then I would give it to her. Brandon was at our side, then he cleared his throat, worry plastered over his hard face. “Miss Tate, are you alright?” With a silent reply, “yes.” No. She wasn't. She was fighting to be strong, holding onto every bit of herself not to fall apart. Such a strong girl. My woman saved me; if not, Louis would have blown my brains out. How could I have given her up so easily? A gir
MEREDITH: This selfish-murderous clown hurled me to an abandoned warehouse where he chained me to a septic tank, only feeding me once a day. Other than crates, there was nothing useful in the warehouse. He said it was going to be one of his production sites once the manufacturing started. On the second day, he made me do an interview where I admitted his innocence and announced that we were back together. He neither gave me extra clothing to cover myself during cold nights or allow me to freshen up. I wore the same clothes for three days, only getting thirty minutes to take care of business whenever he found it convenient. At night, he disappeared, probably for his own comfort, leaving me with just a dimly lit lantern. It was scary, lonely, and overwhelming. I was left with just my thoughts, thinking about numerous things. Would Christian have been happy with the breakthrough of what he believed so much in? Would I still have met Miles? Would Christian have loved and approved of Mil
MILES: “I swear to God, if you move, I will order them to shoot you,” Louis warned me, signaling the hefty guys who drew their guns and closed in on me. “Drop your phone!” She ordered. There was no way in hell I was going to take an order from her. Not happening. Squinting and maintaining eye contact, I tried to punch my emergency trigger button on the lock screen, so Brandon could get the alert. But, Louis snatched a gun from one of her goons and shot it into the air, showing me that she meant business. Instantly, I tossed the phone to the floor. “Good boy. You do not have nine lives, so don't test my patience.” She shot the phone numerous times until nothing was left of it. “I must say that I am excited. Here, I was, wondering how to get to you. But, you fell right into our hands. How did you know of this place?” Seconds passed without an answer. She shook her head and said, “It doesn't make sense. You only made things easier for us.” The guys were now at my side; two to the left