**Mia's POV**"Mia?" His voice confirmed my guess. "Mind if I come in?""Of course not," I said, automatically turning my face toward his voice. The darkness that had become my constant companion pressed in around me."I was starting to worry," he said, settling into what sounded like the chair beside my bed. "You haven't responded to any messages about the children's center."A small laugh escaped me despite everything. "Am I that predictable?""Let's just say I've noticed you're not the type to leave work messages unanswered." His tone held gentle amusement. "Even at three in the morning.""I didn't realize I was so transparent," I said, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. "Though we haven't known each other long, it seems you've figured me out pretty well.""Professional dedication is easy to spot." Papers rustled - he must be reviewing my charts. "Speaking of which, I have talked with your doctor. And I have some good news about your condition."My hands twisted in the blanket. "Oh?"
**Mia's POV**"Your vision is definitely improving," Dr. John said as he clicked off his penlight. "Though I have to say, you're recovering faster than expected."I blinked away the afterimages from the examination. "Fast enough to go home?""Eager to escape?" He raised an eyebrow, making another note on my chart."I have materials I need from my room." I tried not to fidget. "And hospital lighting isn't exactly ideal for design work.""Already thinking about work?" He gave me that knowing look doctors seem to perfect in medical school. "Why am I not surprised?"" I managed my best innocent smile. "Please? I'll take it easy, I promise.""Hmm." He studied my chart for what felt like ages. "Blood pressure is stable... vision improving... alright. But there are conditions.""Anything.""Minimal screen time. No driving - get a car service if you need to go somewhere. Sunglasses outside, no exceptions - your eyes will be sensitive for a while." He fixed me with a stern look. "And if you ex
Mia's POVI adjusted my sunglasses, carefully arranging sketches across my desk. Doctor's orders were clear about resting my eyes, but I couldn't help tweaking the children's center designs. Just a few small changes, I told myself."I knew it!" Scarlett's voice made me jump. She stood in the doorway, shaking her head. "Can't leave you alone for five minutes without you overworking.""I'm just organizing," I protested weakly, trying to hide the fresh sketches under a folder.Scarlett marched over, dropping a large shopping bag on my desk. The contents spilled out - bottles of expensive supplements, vitamins, and protein powders."The hospital nutritionist sent me your blood work results." She pulled out her phone, scrolling through what looked like medical charts. "Have you seen these numbers? Your vitamin D is practically nonexistent.""I already have supplements at home," I said, gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen."Kyle's supplements." Scarlett rolled her eyes, picking up one of t
Mia's POVThe morning sun cast long shadows across the construction site as I surveyed what would soon become the children's center. Yellow tape marked the boundaries of our project, and stakes with bright ribbons outlined where the main building would stand. The autumn breeze carried the scent of freshly turned earth and the lingering sweetness of late-blooming wildflowers."The drainage system needs to be adjusted here," I noted, marking the spot on my tablet. The ground sloped slightly more than our initial surveys had indicated, which could affect the garden terracing. "We'll need to factor in additional retaining walls."Sarah, one of the junior architects, made a note. "Should we modify the existing plans for the sensory garden?""No, let's work with the natural grade." I traced the path with my finger. "The slope could actually enhance the waterfall feature. We'll just need to—"A rustle in the tall grass near the property line caught my attention. At first, I thought it might
Mia's POV"Alright, Gasoline," Dr. Wilson smiled as she finished the examination. "You're a bit undernourished, but otherwise healthy." She scratched behind Gas's ears, earning an enthusiastic tail wag. "He's probably around six months old, and despite his rough start, he seems to have a great temperament."I watched as Gas leaned into the vet's touch, his earlier wariness completely gone. "Any special care instructions?""We'll start him on supplements for the malnutrition," she said, making notes in his new medical file. "I'll also give you deworming medication and schedule his vaccinations. But mostly he just needs good food and lots of love." She smiled. "Though from what I've seen, that won't be a problem."After collecting prescriptions and scheduling follow-up appointments, we headed to PetSmart. Gas sat in the shopping cart like a king on his throne, drawing coos from every employee and customer we passed."You're going to be spoiled rotten," I told him as I added another toy
Mia's POVThe autumn breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves as I watched Gasoline bound across the park lawn, his golden-brown fur catching the morning light. He raced ahead, then circled back, as if making sure I was still following. For a former stray, he'd adapted remarkably fast and well to domestic life - though his enthusiasm sometimes overwhelmed even me."Gasoline!" I called as he charged toward a group of dogs near the walking path. "Be nice!""Interesting name choice," Nate commented beside me, expertly handling the leashes of his three dogs. "Most people go with Max or Buddy.""He named himself, really." I smiled as Gasoline approached Nate's dogs with typical exuberance. "Your three seem very well-behaved.""Meet the gang," Nate gestured to each dog in turn. "Einstein here is the mastermind," he pointed to a dignified grey Weimaraner. "Schrödinger," a black Scottish Terrier, "is simultaneously well-behaved and chaos incarnate. And this little lady," he scratched behind
**Mia's POV**"Would you like water?" Dr. Sarah Matthews asked, already reaching for the glass carafe on her side table. "You seem tense today.""Just tired," I admitted, accepting the water gratefully. "Gasoline decided 3 AM was the perfect time for a barking concert."She smiled, settling into her chair. "Tell me about him. Pets can be incredibly therapeutic.""He's..." I found myself grinning. "He's chaos incarnate. Yesterday he decided my architectural sketches would make excellent chew toys. But then he gives me those eyes, and somehow I can't stay mad.""Having something to care for can be healing," Dr. Matthews observed. "How are you sleeping, aside from canine concerts?""Better, actually. The nightmares about the stairs are less frequent." I traced the rim of my water glass. "Though sometimes I still wake up thinking I feel them - the babies, I mean. Moving.""That's completely normal," she assured me. "Grief has its own timeline. How do you handle those moments?""I used to
Mia's POVMy phone buzzed again with another message from the unknown number, making me sigh as I opened it."You like to shuttle between different men, sister," Taylor's text read, dripping with familiar venom.My gaze lingered on the attached photo showing Nate and me at the dog park, heads close together in what looked like an intimate conversation. So that's why Kyle called that day. Taylor must have sent him the same photo.I stared at the image, studying the careful angle that made a simple conversation look like something more. Classic Taylor, always manipulating perceptions."Don't you ever get tired of playing this game?" I typed back, surprising myself with how steady my fingers felt. "Stop bothering to follow me, or I will sue you for stalking."The response was immediate: "Is that a threat, dear sister? 😘""No, it's a promise." More messages flooded in:"You think you're so special now?""Just because Kyle's been playing nice?""We both know you'll always be second best.
Mia's POV"Are you okay?" Scarlett asked, noticing that I had fallen silent.I blinked, pulling myself back from the spiral of thoughts threatening to drag me under. The conference room felt too small suddenly, the air too thick despite the building's perfect ventilation system."I'm fine," I lied, shifting in the plush executive chair that was still somehow uncomfortable against my aching back. "I just want to see Kyle."Scarlett studied me with the intense scrutiny that only lifelong friends can get away with, her eyes narrowing slightly."Okay," she said finally. "But promise me one thing, alright?""What?""If things get out of hand, or if the press seems to have noticed your presence, you have to leave immediately. No arguments."I nodded. "I promise." The last thing I wanted was to appear in tomorrow's tabloids, looking emotional and desperate as I confronted my ex-husband. It would only reinforce Taylor's narrative of me
Mia's POV Mom studies my face for a long moment, then sighs. "I'll call Edmund. At least he's a security-cleared driver." "Thank you." I grab my purse and phone, relieved to avoid further argument. Mom makes the call, her voice clipped as she arranges for Edmund to pick me up immediately. When she hangs up, she turns to me with a stern expression. "One hour. That's all. Then you come straight back here to rest." "One hour," I agree, knowing better than to push my luck. Gas whines as he watches me prepare to leave, clearly unhappy about being left behind. "Sorry, buddy," I tell him, crouching awkwardly to give him a quick hug. "I'll be back soon. Take care of Grandma for me." The doorbell rings—Edmund arriving more quickly than I'd expected. Mom gives me one last searching look. "Be careful," she says quietly. "And call me if you need anything—anything at all." "I will," I promise, kissing her cheek before heading for the door. Edmund greets me with professional co
Mia's POV"Don't react," I tell myself, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Don't give them what they want."But I can't stop scrolling. It's like watching a car crash—horrifying, but impossible to look away from. Every news site, every gossip blog, every social media platform seems to be exploding with "breaking news" about the scandalous gold-digger who trapped billionaire CEO Kyle Branson with a pregnancy.Me.The New York Times article is predictably more restrained than the tabloids, presenting "allegations" and "sources close to the family" rather than outright character assassination. Still, the implications are clear: I manipulated my way into Kyle's life, used my position as his secretary to seduce him, orchestrated a pregnancy to secure my financial future, and am now engaged in a bitter custody battle while carrying his children.The headline stares back at me: "Branson Billions Battle: The Secretary, The Scandal, and the Surrogate Mother Claims."Surrogate mother claim
Mia's POVNate's call came out of the blue. I stared at my phone screen, his name glowing insistently, my finger hovering over the accept button. I consider not answering.Why was he calling now, after weeks of silence? After leaving without a word?I swiped to answer, my heart already racing. "Nate?""Mia." His voice was low but tense. "Are you alone? Can you talk?"Something in his voice makes me feel weird. I glanced around my apartment, quiet except for the gentle snores of Gas sleeping at my feet. Mom had gone out for her morning walk, a new routine she'd adopted since the doctor cleared her for more activity."Yes, I'm alone. What's going on?""Are you okay?"he said.Am I okay?Well, so is that why he called? To ask if I'm okay.It feels like he's holding back."I'm okay, Nate. Did something happen?" I asked.He was silent for a long time, and I even thought he was going to hang up."I need you to listen carefully." He took a breath, as if steeling himself. "What do you mean,
Mia's POVNothing came to my mind.Sleep seemed even more elusive now, but I forced myself to shut down my laptop and head to bed. Gas followed dutifully, settling at my feet with a contented sigh as I arranged pillows to support my aching back.I persuaded myself that I must sleep. And it worked.Morning arrived with pale winter sunlight filtering through my curtains and the distant sounds of Mom moving about the kitchen. I lay still for a moment, rubbing my eyes.I settled in the living room with my laptop, intending to do some work on the children's center project. The final touches were being implemented, with the grand opening scheduled for just after New Year's. Assuming the twins cooperated and stayed put until their due date in January, I hoped to attend.I couldn't help but think of Nate. Will he come?I always feel like he's avoiding me. I want to get to the bottom of it all. But something stops me.I was deep in correspondence with the contractor about some last-minute adju
Mia's POVI looked at Kyle. "Will you let me know what you find out?"“Nothing important.”He said.I couldn't help the small, exasperated sigh that escaped me. "Okay". I said in a flat tone. At the same time, I studied his face, trying to determine if he was lying to me. I couldn't read Kyle.It's frustrating."Thank you," I said finally. "For everything you shared today. I'm tired. I want to rest."Kyle nodded, then turned to me one last time. "Try to rest, Mia. And call if you need anything. Day or night.""Okay," I agreed, stepping back to allow him passage to the door. As he moved past me, his arm brushed against mine. Even it is the briefest of contacts, but enough to send an unwelcome jolt of awareness through me.After he left, Mom closed the door and engaged the new security locks Kyle's team had installed. "Well," she said, turning to me. "That was informative.""And complicated," I added, moving back to the living room where Gas was waiting."Are you hungry? I could make som
Mia's POV"Mia," he said, his deep voice resonating in the quiet room. "How are you feeling?""Fine," I replied automatically, easing myself onto the sofa with Scarlett's subtle assistance. "Thank you for coming on such short notice.""Of course." He remained standing, though he seemed uncertain whether to move closer or maintain his distance. "My team has been investigating regarding Edward Porter. It's... complicated.""What have you found?" Mom asked."Edward Porter and my father were business partners in the early 2000s. They founded a mining operation in South America—primarily copper and silver. The venture was profitable for several years, but then something changed. My father pulled out abruptly in 2007, liquidating his share of the business at a significant loss.""Why would he do that?" I asked."That's what I've been trying to determine," Kyle replied. "My father wasn't one to walk away from profitable ventures, especially not at a loss. The official reason given in the com
Mia's POV"I still don't understand why Taylor is so fixated on hurting you," Scarlett said, popping another chocolate into her mouth. "I mean, I know she's always been jealous, but this goes way beyond normal stepsister rivalry. She's literally risking life in prison to keep coming after you."I'd wondered the same thing, especially after discovering Edward Porter's involvement. "I think it started as jealousy, but now?" I shook my head."Or it's not about you at all," Mom suggested quietly.Scarlett and I both turned to look at her."What do you mean?" I asked.Mom had a distant look in her eyes, the one she got when piecing together complex puzzles. "What if Taylor is just a pawn in a larger game? What if someone is using her?""Much more reasonable," Scarlett said.Mom nodded. "But why target Mia specifically? What does he gain from harming her?""Revenge against Kyle?" I suggested. "If Porter had a falling out with Alexander Branson, maybe he's trying to hurt Kyle through me and
Mia's POVGas's ears perked up a full minute before the doorbell rang, his keen senses detecting Scarlett's approach well before the elevator delivered her to our floor. His tail began wagging furiously as he positioned himself by the door.Dogs are so smart."Someone's excited," I commented, pushing myself up.Mom looked up from her laptop. "I'll get it. You stay put.""I'm fine," I insisted, already halfway to the door. "I've been 'putting' all day. I need to move a little."She gave me her patented maternal look.I opened the door just as Scarlett raised her hand to knock again. She stood there in sleek black pants and an emerald silk blouse that made her red hair look like living flame, a large designer bag slung over one shoulder and what appeared to be several shopping bags clutched in her other hand."Finally!" she exclaimed, sweeping past me in a cloud of expensive perfume. "Do you know how many security checkpoints I had to go through to get up here? Your lobby looks like the