Mia POVThe night had finally arrived. Standing in front of the mirror in my room, I couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the way the dress fit me. The deep blue fabric hugged my figure, cascading down in soft waves. Grace, as always, was right behind me, teasingly inspecting my reflection over her shoulder.“Honestly, Mia, I think this dress was made for you,” she grinned, fluffing my curls and pretending to adjust the hem of my dress.“Oh, please,” I laughed, nudging her out of the way. I smoothed down the fabric, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with nerves. I took one last glance, adjusted the strap of my dress, and headed downstairs where Shaw was waiting, looking impossibly sharp in a perfectly tailored suit.His gaze softened when he saw me. “You look stunning,” he said, his voice warm.I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat under his intense gaze. “Thank you, Mr. Carter,” I replied softly, feeling the power of the moment between us.We made our way to his car, and before I kn
The party had been a dazzling success, filled with laughter, elegant conversations, and the steady hum of smooth jazz filtering through the grand ballroom. As the night wound down, guests slowly walked out, still carrying an air of excitement and joy.Liam approached Mia just as she finished a conversation with a guest. His confident smile caught her attention, and she felt a familiar knot twist in her stomach. He was charming, but the memory of their past kept her guarded. Still, he had a way of breaking down those barriers with ease.“Talk about relief am I right...,” he said softly, tilting his head toward the exit. Mia just gave him a smile“it’s a little sad we didn’t get to talk much here.” Said Liam“Really?..”“Yeah but I have a solution for that, how about we continue the conversation at an eatery?”“Are you asking me out?” She asked with sarcasm on her face.“Yes, I’d like to take you out tomorrow. A real date. Let’s see if we can start afresh.” His tone was smooth, and his
The soft hum of an engine filled the air as Shaw pulled into his driveway, the mansion looming before him like a silent sentinel of his success. The grand estate, adorned with gilded accents and towering pillars, exuded an air of luxury, yet tonight it felt more like a cage than a home. The events of the evening replayed in his mind like a broken record as he stepped through the ornate double doors, unbuttoning his suit jacket.Inside, the opulence was overwhelming—golden chandeliers, marble floors, and furniture fit for royalty. Yet, none of it brought Shaw peace. The weight of the night clung to him like a heavy coat. He tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and made his way to the master suite.In the shower, hot water cascaded down his tense muscles, washing away the evening’s physical exhaustion but not the mental strain. He thought about Mia—her smile, her elegance, and most of all, the way she seemed to light up around that man, Liam. Shaw didn’t like the way it made him f
Shaw leaned back in his chair, the weight of the day heavy on his shoulders. He was deep in conversation with Luke about Liam when the door to his office suddenly swung open.A strikingly beautiful woman in her early twenties strode in like she owned the place, her confidence as bold as her crimson lipstick. She perched on his desk with the casual ease of someone who had done it a thousand times before, her sharp heels barely making a sound on the polished floor.“Hello, baby pea,” she said, her voice smooth and teasing. A sly smile played on her lips.Shaw’s jaw tightened at her familiar greeting, and his expression became unreadable as he leaned back in his chair, observing her. He hadn’t expected her to show up—least of all at his workplace.Luke glanced at Shaw, silently asking if he should intervene, but Shaw raised a hand, signaling for him to wait. “What are you doing here, Kim?” he asked, his voice sharp with authority.Kim tilted her head, looking innocent. “Here to see you,
Shaw stood frozen in the doorway of his living room, his expression hardening as he took in the sight before him. Kim, with her perfect posture and sly smile, sat on his couch like she owned the place. A half-empty glass of wine rested in her manicured hand, the bottle on the coffee table clearly from his private collection.“Welcome home, baby pea,” she said with a playful lilt, her eyes gleaming with mischief.Shaw’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t in the mood for games, especially not hers. “What are you doing here, Kim?”Kim leaned back into the cushions, completely unbothered. “You didn’t really think we were done with our conversation, did you?”Shaw stepped closer, his voice icy. “How did you get into my house?”Kim reached into her designer handbag and pulled out a sleek black card. “I still have your pass card,” she said casually, twirling it between her fingers as if daring him to snatch it away.Shaw closed his eyes briefly, exhaling through his nose to rein in his temper. “What i
The club was lit up, a mix of swirling neon lights and the steady bass of music creating an atmosphere that teetered between relaxation and chaos. Shaw sat at a private table near the back, nursing a glass of bourbon. This wasn’t his first time in such a setting; he had long since mastered the art of blending in while keeping his mind sharp. His dark suit blended with the shadows, his eyes fixed on the entrance as he waited.Minutes ticked by before Liam finally arrived. His tailored blazer and confident stride screamed wealth, but Shaw could see the cracks beneath the surface—the nervous glance around the room, the slightly clenched jaw. Liam was trying too hard to appear composed.“Mr. Carter,” Liam greeted, extending his hand with a practiced smile. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”Shaw stood, matching his smile. “No, you didn’t, and please, call me Shaw.”The handshake was firm, professional, but there was an unspoken tension between them. They both sat, Liam signaling for a drin
Mia’s POVThe grand conference room buzzed with anticipation as the businessmen settled into their seats. The sleek, polished wood of the long table gleamed under the overhead lights, and the low hum of murmured conversations filled the air. Today was crucial—this meeting would determine the future of the collaboration between three prominent corporations, including Carter Enterprises and AMT Corporation, her heart racing in sync with the room's palpable energy. It had been days of preparation, and now, everything rested on the next few hours.Shaw entered with his signature confidence, his sharp suit emphasizing his imposing presence. He moved with purpose, his steps calculated, and Mia couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he commanded the room. By his side, she clutched her tablet, ready to assist at a moment’s notice. She had worked tirelessly to prepare for this, aligning everything perfectly for Shaw's vision. The weight of responsibility settled on her shoulders, but she wa
“C’mon, babe, you know all this is only temporary,” Liam pleaded, his voice soft but filled with urgency. He stood in the middle of their bedroom, his hands outstretched toward Maya, who sat on the edge of the bed, her arms folded defensively. Her face was a mix of frustration and sorrow, a look that had become all too familiar in recent days.“This is already becoming too much, Liam,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. She averted her gaze, staring down at the carpet as if searching for an answer. “I can’t keep pretending this doesn’t bother me.”“Please, Maya.” Liam knelt in front of her, his hands resting gently on her knees. “Don’t let your jealousy stop us from reaching our goals. We’ve come so far together. Don’t give up on me now.”Maya hesitated, her eyes filling with unshed tears. She hated feeling like this—like a pawn in a game she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to play anymore. But Liam’s words tugged at her heartstrings. She loved him, and despite her doubts, she
“N-nothing,” Mia stuttered, looking at Shaw. Her heart was in her mouth. Grace also didn’t know what to say. She managed to clear her throat and speak up.“Just some female issues,” Grace said. As far as she was concerned, that was the only thing she had to say to keep men from asking unnecessary questions.“Oh alright,” Shaw said, and dropped the cups of coffee. Suddenly, he froze. “Did you both come across Ahmed on your way here?”Grace was about to speak, but Mia gave her the signal to stop speaking. She didn’t want to tell Shaw about anything that concerned Ahmed yet. They had seen him and he smirked, asking her what she was doing at her boss’ house so late at night. She didn’t have anything to say to him, and he told her that she could come and meet him at his office. And that he had all the information that she needed. He knew that she was looking for every information that concerned Shaw and the bridge that her parents died in. She was shocked that he knew everything that sh
Shaw was putting on tracksuit bottoms. He didn’t have a shirt on. Hell, he just finished having his bath and his hair was wet and sleek. He was shocked when he heard the doorbell go off. He quickly went to check who it was. He silently hoped that it wasn’t anybody that was going to ruin his mood. He was slightly annoyed when he figured out that he was slightly late to call the security men to ask who was at the door. He was already almost there. He swung the door open, ready to see anything. He was shocked when he saw a smirking Ahmed in front of him. In his hand, he held a glass of whiskey. Shaw wanted to punch him there on the spot until his nose bled. Instead, he managed a small smile. “What are you doing here, Ahmed?” he asked, closing the door slightly to show Ahmed that he wasn’t even invited.“Nothing,” Ahmed, said shrugging. “Quite a show you put up at the last meeting we attended. I just wanted to compliment you for it.”Shaw cocked an eyebrow. “Come on, tell me where the m
Liam was minutes away from smashing the television. There was no single channel that Maya liked watching, that Mia and Shaw’s face wasn’t there. He hated the way the media was paying attention to everything that they did on that night. “It’s not like they did anything that special,” he said to himself in frustration. If only he knew what was coming next on the news.“They actually look cute together,” Maya said, chewing her popcorn. It was like she was even looking for any channel that talked about them, and then, she stayed there until the gossip was over. It wasn’t like she was trying to rub salt in Liam’s wounds, she simply adored the dress that Mia wore both times that evening. She couldn’t lie that she also envied Mia’s shape. She planned to order for it once Liam paid her the money that he promised to give her.“Did you hear how much Shaw Carter paid for Mia during the auction?” she asked, looking at Liam with wide eyes. Liam rolled his own eyes in response.“Five million dolla
“The baby is doing just fine,” the doctor assured Mia, smiling that she was worrying unnecessarily. She couldn’t take any risks. It felt like the baby was the only thing that she lived for. A text appeared on her phone. She checked and saw that it was Liam. She was about to ignore when she saw what was actually written on it. “Just a little warning that you should reconsider the marriage. Or else, this might be the last time that you will be heading to the hospital to check up on your baby.”She looked around immediately, worried that he was somewhere around, looking at her. The doctor frowned, sensing her worry.“You shouldn’t worry much,” she said. “Both you and the baby don’t need any stress at this point.” Mia tried to calm down immediately. She nodded, standing out and taking her prescriptions for the medication that she needed. Her eyes were still on her phone as she headed out of the hospital. She was completely distracted until she bumped into a hard body. “I’m sorry,” she
Shaw didn’t know what to expect when he saw Mia coming out of his office. “Was there something she was looking for?” he asked himself as he watched her flip pancakes in his kitchen. It had been years since he had anybody cooking for him. But she was doing it without asking any questions. She couldn’t have been pretending right? He rubbed his face with his hands, trying not to think too much. He already had Ahmed on his tail. And he hadn’t even started dealing with him for all the things that he had done to him in the past. Mia had helped him with all information that he needed. All that was left was the execution. He couldn’t be more glad that Mia wasn’t even one bit shy. She looked very confident when she woke up this morning. She wasn’t avoiding him either. “Food is ready,” she said as she placed a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. He inhaled the heavenly aroma and thanked her for the food. She smiled as she sat down beside him and ate in silence. For the first time, she wasn’t
Mia’s PovI stirred in the bed, with Shaw’s hands wrapped around me. I blinked, trying to take in the design of the room. It almost looked like a hospital with how white almost everything was. His breathing was steady at the back of my neck. I couldn’t smell anything except the scent of him. He smelled so good, I didn’t want to smell anything else.His hands were firmly against my stomach. A feeling of warmth spread in my chest. Then it hit me that he didn’t know that I was carrying his child. There was no need for me to feel anything. I tried to move, then I realized that his office was probably somewhere in the house. There was no way such a rich man didn’t have an office at home. I had to find the documents that must have concerned my parents.It was definitely somewhere around right?I tried to wiggle myself out of his hold without making any noise. I put my two feet on the floor, before practically sprinting out of the room, and shutting the door quietly behind me. I honestly fe
Mia’s PovI was already so disgraced. But that was nothing compared to what I was feeling. Shaw was my boss of course. But nobody knew that he was probably the father of my child. How many people did I have to tell? Only Grace knew about it. and I regretted not bringing her to the party more than anything. Kim was finally quiet after Shaw said all that. I had no idea what he was talking about. But as long as all eyes were finally off me, I honestly had no issue with it. everybody went back to dancing like nothing just happened. I spotted Liam in the crowd. He smirked at me like some sort of warning. Shaw spent the rest of his time trying to be a bad dancer just so that I could laugh, but my mood was already ruined. And besides, he was a really good dancer. Better than I could ever be. “Come,” he finally said, holding me by the hand as he led me away from the party.***Shaw’s PovI watched her ass sway with the gown that she was wearing. It let me get a glimpse of her toned legs. I
Liam was losing his patience as time went by. He didn’t plan on coming to meet Mia and threaten her like that in the female toilet. But it seemed to be that his plan was working after all. She was now looking at him with fear in her eyes. He was already planning on going to meet up with a wedding planner since Mia was going to give birth soon. He was already planning on using everything that he could to get married to her. Whether she wanted or not, he was definitely going to take that child and get his hands on the inheritance that was solely his. Shaw was looking around, wondering where Mia was. “She couldn’t have probably run away because she didn’t want to dance with me, could she?” he thought to himself. The coordinator and the host were already arranging the dancefloor for the people that were auctioned. He decided to hold on, since there was no sign of her. Or maybe she was just taking a long time in the bathroom. He went outside and tried calling her, but she refused to answ
The usher helped her stand up, with her hands firmly on Mia’s lower back as she led her to the back room, where other rich women were standing, adjusting their makeup, and complimenting each other on their perfumes. She knew that there was no need of saying a thing to those women. Mia knew she would never fit in.She stood at a corner of the room, waiting to be called to the front. The usher came into the room again, attaching numbers to the clips of their dresses. Mia was number 17. It was boldly clipped to the front of her expensive dress. She swallowed hard, knowing that she could help donating a whole lot of money to a group of children that she didn’t even know. She was mulling over getting another job. She knew how much her sister needed money, but she didn’t know if Shaw was going to be okay with that.She was barely even aware that the auction had already started.“And now, we call on Lady M, Number 17.” Everything was muffled in her head. Somebody had to tap her for her real