MEREDITH: Carrying his snacks, I approached his office with trepidation, my heart pounding in my chest. I knocked softly, entering only when he bade me to come in. I would never make the mistake of storming into his office without confirmation; Neymar had made that error once and had nearly paid with his life. My hand trembled slightly as I placed his snacks before him and readied my notebook, waiting anxiously for his instructions. "Sit down, Miss Tate," he commanded, his voice unnaturally calm. Alarm bells rang in my mind. This man was a walking tornado that could erupt at any moment. His calmness was unsettling, making it difficult to gauge the appropriate response. I preferred the blunt and chaotic Miles – at least then I knew what to expect. I fought to keep my breathing even as I lowered myself into the chair, my legs trembling. "Is there a problem, Mr. Pierce?" I asked, clearing my throat. He waved a finger in the space between us. "Whatever we are going to discuss in this
MILES: The conference lasted three hours, leaving me utterly drained. By the time it concluded, the entire place was pitch-black, only the illumination blaring from my floor, indicated my presence. Brandon had stationed guards around the area when I emerged. As I passed each one, they offered a curt nod, battling to keep their eyes open against the weight of exhaustion. At the entrance to my office door, Brandon awaited me, appearing the most alert, with no sign of fatigue marring his composure. Precisely why I like and have kept him in my employ all these years. Approaching him, he gave a small bow. "Brandon, have a late-night snack delivered to the men and to my office. Prepare it for two; Miss Tate will be pulling an all-nighter with me. A steak with salad would be preferable, along with a white wine." As the words left my mouth, he looked at me as though I had grown two heads. Exactly! These days, everything about me has changed. Look at me, caring about my men when I wouldn't
MILES: Her words echoed painfully in my mind. "I would like this to stop." I shifted a little in my chair, acknowledging that her wariness was warranted. I cleared my throat. "As I said, I will only maintain this facade until the project is complete. I need to secure this deal quickly. I'm sorry if it's to your detriment, but we have to move forward – after all, we've already started down this path." Her brow furrowed, but she remained silent. "Unfortunately, Steele is a family man, and I need to portray that image to win him over completely. I've convinced him that I've changed." "And he believed that?" she asked, her tone laced with skepticism. "I was persuasive with my words and actions." I took a deep breath. "If you don't falter, this will be over soon." She tilted her head, her voice quiet but firm. "Pardon my bluntness, Mr. Pierce, but you aren't exactly the easiest person to work with. Acting in love around you is like asking a baby to look after a house. What do you thi
MEREDITH: His words kept replaying in my head. "Are you in or not?" I mean, I was already entangled with him. What was the point of opting out now? I wanted this charade to stop, so I could focus. I have seen scenarios like this play out on TV, and if it got worse, I might be unable to clarify. However, there was absolutely no harm in playing along until Steele was acquired. Look at the bright side - he had promised to make me a permanent staff member if this was successful. Not a bad outcome. I regarded him in silence, encouraging myself that I was doing the right thing. I didn't know why he was so persistent about this project, but I could see it meant so much to him. I wanted to be part of that success story, to tease him sometime in the future about how I had helped him acquire the club. "I'm in," I mumbled, resigning myself to the plan. A smile spread across his face, bringing some much-needed life to the beautiful, cozy semi-apartment he had introduced me to. Rich people are
MILES: I couldn't admit to myself that I was struggling to get a good night's sleep. That familiar feeling of restlessness had crept back, and as Saturday slowly unfolded, my heart felt bitter, sad, and unsettled. I hated this recurring emotion that had plagued me before, but I couldn't pinpoint the reason. This inconvenience had pushed me out of bed, and I thought distracting myself with a run might help until I learned of Meredith's absence. Today, I desperately wanted to have her within my sight. It was more than just making sure she showed up for the birthday party. I craved her presence, an unreasonable desire that had consumed me. I couldn't explain why Meredith had become my problem when the women I dated never received this level of attention and concern from me. The only person who bothered me was myself. She eventually gave in to my seriousness, and I grabbed the keys to the Mercedes-Benz. Aside from her occasional glares, the ride was silent. The farther we ventured from
MEREDITH: As we drove back to Miles's house, I stole glances at him. "We didn't have time to get to know each other. How are we going to bluff our way through the occasion?" "Shit!" He ran a frustrated hand through his unkempt hair before returning it to the gear shift. "We can practice as you get ready." "That isn't enough time to take in many details. It would seem so unnatural." His hand suddenly moved from the gear to my thigh, and I tensed. He withdrew his hand, sighing as he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Leaning his head back, he watched me with ill-concealed impatience. "I think we have to get rid of your stiffness whenever I touch you, Meredith. It will give us away." "I'm not used to it," I admitted, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "You, ah, usually put me on edge." "We're going to have to be close," he informed me, his voice laced with determination. "Lovers are. They touch and caress. They whisper and exchange glances. There's a familiarity
MILES: It took me less than thirty minutes to get ready, but when I went searching for Meredith, she still wasn't done. Nearly another hour and a half had passed, and she was still not ready. Women and their penchant for taking forever to prepare – I just hoped it would be worth the wait. Impatiently, I drummed my fingers on the counter. The tapping of heels caught my attention, and I turned my head, my hand froze halfway as I tried to take a sip of my drink. The Meredith I was used to seeing was nowhere to be found. She had been completely transformed into a beautiful, glowing, and curvy vision of allure. The right clothes, a flattering haircut, and skillful makeup worked wonders, enhancing her natural beauty with a confident aura. Everything she wore fit her perfectly. "You look okay," I mentioned, not wanting to express the overwhelming compliments that flooded my mind. "Just okay?" No, not just okay. She looked stunning, breathtaking, gorgeous. The diamonds looked exquisite o
MILES: Meredith accepted my extended hand, allowing me to help her get down from the car. Her eyes were wide as she took in the extraordinary house and serenity of the environment. I, too, was impressed – my own home paled in comparison to Steele's lavish estate. "You've seen more than this before. Just act like that," I murmured, tugging her close, hoping the gesture appeared natural. She didn't fight me, leaning her body into mine. "Hold on." I bent over in the back seat and grabbed two boxes of gifts I had procured for the celebrant. "Take this. It's a gift I got for Mrs. Steele." Brandon drove off with my car. "Now is the time to relax." She looked up at me with a frown. "Maybe you're used to this sort of extravagance, Miles. But I'm not." Her gaze darted around rapidly, and panic began to show on her face. "I don't belong here," she whispered. "They're going to see right through this show if I don't act naturally. It's difficult and astonishing because I've only met a few rich
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