MILES: Her games were getting old, and knowing exactly her cards would make it easy to toss her out from the top floor. Once Meredith shut the door, I stood. “I will give you ten seconds to spill your rubbish and leave.” “Shouldn't you be looking for a way to get back into my good graces for the sake of your stocks?” “Six.” I checked my wristwatch, faking a yawn. “Someone from your household sold you out,” she rambled. “Two seconds.” “Miles, let's get back together. You know you still love me. I do. It was a mistake. What I did was a mistake.” She swayed her hips towards me, putting her hand on my groin. “You know you missed the sex.” “Your time is up. You wasted my time. Now leave,” I sneered. There was a time when her hands there would have affected me, but now it only felt like a rock was laid on my lap. “Get out.” Peeling her hand off me, I walked around to my table. She began to throw a tantrum, which I was in no mood to take. Dialing the telecom, “Mr. Kane, have Brandon c
MEREDITH: The questions, the flashing of cameras, and the never-ceasing tension made me need some fresh air. To add to that, my stomach ached, rumbling without mercy. Maybe I ate something bad, or it was the aftermath of anxiety. I needed privacy to catch my breath and to release the gas caused by this mayhem. I know, pretty girls don't fart. Well, this one is realistic, and I do. Sorry to disappoint you. But not in front of this large crowd. Excusing myself had been worse. All eyes were on me, cameras on me, and the door had never seemed so far, with me never approaching it. I wonder how I managed to get there without tripping over. Finally, I was out. The first thing I did was head over to the ladies' and take care of my business. I felt better. Relieved. My clothes crumpled a bit. It wasn't difficult to straighten them out before the full-length mirror in the ladies', adjusting my makeup. All better, I found my way back to Miles. On my way to the entrance, a young lady who had co
MILES: If I could make her feel a bit of my pain, I would. When I stormed out of the car and my eyes fell on the pink BMW, I knew who it was. What the hell was Louis doing in my house, and who let her in? I walked with aggression and yelled at everyone. I wanted space. To be left alone. No drama. I had to think. How was I going to do damage control to the business? Opening the door, there stood Louis with innocence on her face and worry in her eyes. “Miles, I heard what happened and drove down here as soon as possible. I am sorry. The unsuspecting ones tend to turn out the worse,” she tried to console me. How distant her words sounded. “Are you any different? Get the hell out of here, Louis. I don't want to see you or your ridiculous car anywhere near my house.” For some reason, my eyes landed on her ring finger and I noticed that the engagement ring was gone. “What happened to your ring?” Was I serious right now? That had to be the dumbest question ever. What was my business if she
MILES: To add to all that, I have had to visit the hospital more frequently than even when I initially got the surgery. My heart ached all the time, and my nightmares became more frequent and vivid. It was like I was living that bad dream of watching someone get murdered. Grenada often told me during each visit, “Miles, this is a matter of the heart. I mean, love. You are heartbroken. Nothing is wrong with your health.” “Stop kidding me. I don't love. I only do flings and that is the end. Run more tests to make sure my body isn't up to something.” “Miles, your body is fine. More than you accept, you loved Meredith.” At the mention of her heart, I had flared up. “Grenada, today will be the last time you will mention that name. She is in the past and that is it. I am going to look for the details about this heart donor to make sure that I won't be needing anything from his or her body soon.” “That is against the rules.” “I wasn't proposing. I will do it. I have my ways. You brush i
MEREDITH: Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, and weeks into a month. After that night, in which I refused to let Brandon drop me off at Miles's place, it has just been me and my tears. I had Brandon drop me off at an affordable hotel for the night. The last thing I needed was to be anywhere near Miles or his establishment, which would have constantly reminded me of him. After much quarreling, Brandon agreed and left me behind. I stayed two nights in the hotel, not going anywhere or doing anything. I didn't eat for those two days. I just wanted to give up, but I had to stay and fight for Christian. I managed to wake my weak self up, and what did I do throughout each day? Stare at the ceiling and cry. After two days, I called Brandon to bring over my stuff. I made sure I pointed out specifically the things that belonged to me. I left behind all that Miles got for me. Everything; the car, clothes, jewelry, shoes, and the rest. I wanted not
MEREDITH: “Alan?” I swung around, knowing very well he was the one. “What are you doing here and where did you come from?” Shaking my head, I gathered my composure. I was asking the wrong questions. “How did you know where I was staying? Were you the one sending those flowers?” Snickering, he flashed his perfect set of teeth over an overwhelming smile. He wore a radiant black shirt, leaving two buttons open. A black flannel that made him look taller sat pretty on his waist. The black ankle boot on his feet was what made his outfit tasteful. On his neck, he wore a diamond necklace that matched his bracelet. The moon made him look more gorgeous than I remembered. His style was a mix of casual and date night. 'Snap out of it, Meredith! This is no time to admire Alan.' “Woah! You have so many questions. Yes, I was the one sending the flowers. I didn't know how to approach you after what I did.” “And you think flowers will pave the way for you?” “No, Meredith. Not even my life will. I
MILES: After what I saw, I ended work and shut operations for the day. Throughout the day, I sent out words to all my connections within the States, asking every last one of them to dig into anything underground. More and more discoveries were made, and I can tell you that it was heart-wrenching. My nightmares weren't just an illusion. It was a fragment of Christian's memory. His last moments. I could only imagine what he went through. Who could have been so heartless as to hurt an innocent boy like him? At once, my anger and whatever ill feeling I had toward Meredith for the last one-month vanished into thin air. I promised to help her find her brother. I sent out investigators to do so and every bit of information they brought back, added to the ones Brandon had been bringing in, were not things I could reach out to her with. She will shatter. Meredith will die of heartache. At once, I became so furious that I wanted to make all those involved hurt and burn their organizations. Wh
MEREDITH: My head was as heavy as logs of wood piled in a spot. I managed to crank my eyes open, shutting them once the brightness in the room hit them. I was on a bed of some sort; soft, silk, and comfortable. I could tell due to how comfortable it felt against my tired body. The scent of the atmosphere was a mix of vanilla and cedar with food. Food? My stomach immediately danced at the inhalation of that savory aroma. Fighting hard, I opened my eyes. I was in a simply furnished room; a bed and a small table that had a tray which I suspected was the source of that nice aroma. I hadn't eaten all day. Being in this situation heightened that fact, even though I was confused and a bit scared. Suddenly, the door flung open and Alan strode in with a glass of juice and water on a tray, wearing a beautiful smile like everything was normal. Like I was his wife who had just woken up to dinner in bed. How could he even be smiling? He dropped the juice close to the food tray and brought the w
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