All Chapters of Mira’s Return : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

After the incident with Gerald and Harry, I never saw him again till the day I escaped Free City. I was always seeing his cars in the mansion, hearing his voice from the mansion, study or garden but I never saw him. With those thoughts, I went to bed. It was going to be a big day for me at dawn. I woke up at 8:12am the next day and the first thing I did was to blindly look for my phones on the bed. As soon as my hand touched one, I yawned loudly. ‘Mira, I don’t know if I should say Kaira. It’s been a year and I still miss you. Nobody bakes cookies and bread the way you do. I miss having you around. I don’t know how long I can hold on here without you. Don’t push me, you are testing me. You are who I want, I love you. I can’t believe I am writing this at 3 am. Kaira, don’t stay too long, I might lose it ‘. My chest clinged when I read the text from Felix. He was a stubborn man who hasn’t given up on me. The way he loves me scares me, I get frightened by how much he expresses his

I walked around and helped her with the door. I walked back and started the engine. “Where to?” I asked, fixing my rear mirror. “Idi estate”. I began the drive to her location and for the first few minutes it felt weird. “So, where do you work?” I started a conversation. Kaira chuckled at my question before she spilled the beans. “I am jobless for now. I am searching for a job “. I felt awkward asking such a question. It felt as if she could see through my thoughts. “It’s ok Harry, you don’t need to”. Those words were like fires in my head. It added more pressure to my already guilty thoughts. The rest of the drive was silent. The only sound in the car was that of her nails falling on her phone. As soon as we got to her apartment, she turned to look at me with a smile and a soft thank you whisper. I watched her take off her seatbelt. It felt like my whole world was crumbling. It was very hard to see her go down. “Hey”, I stopped her halfway out of my c

Gerald has always had authority in his words, he didn’t have to yell to pass a threat or a warning. It was too early and my gun was inside the car and another spare pistol I barely used was locked up in the office. The only thing I had in me for defense was a mini stabbing knife inside my boots. It would raise suspicion if I tried to get it out. Without another word, I opened the door in seconds. I waited till my brother walked in before I did. I went straight to my seat and used my thumbprint to open my drawer silently. I brought out my gun and carefully placed it where I could access it easily without his knowledge. Gerald is more deadly than he appears. He is ruthless, merciless and can ride or crush anymore at will. “It’s been a year brother. Come on!! You are acting like a pussy” he teased. I didn’t find any of his jokes funny. In Fact all I wanted was for him to talk and get the hell out. “What in holy heck do you want?” I asked coldly. Gerald raised a brow an

I left the mansion by 5pm and I kept wondering why I spent so much time there. Before I left, Gerald had called his managers and other staff to get all I needed ready. I left the mansion with all the documents and it was going to be a very busy week for me. There was something about me that was always eager to take up challenges. The entire weekend was work, work for me. Before I slept for five hours, I was already on Monday. I lazily got out of bed and made coffee. In no less than an hour, I was ready to head to the chambers. I got to the office and realized I had left Gerald’s gun in my briefcase all weekend. I had forgotten to take it over when I visited. I settled in and started my day. The beep from my phone got my attention. It was almost invisible, I had more than 200 new notifications and I almost didn’t notice. Many were from new clients who wanted me to take up their case. The news of my recent victory had spread like wildfire. The

We spent hours chatting and holding hands till it was past 11pm. He adjusted our seats and gently let go of my hand. The roof closed and he started the engine. “Let’s drop you home, beauty. You look like you could fall asleep anytime soon”. He wasn’t wrong, I was getting too comfortable and I was ready to lunch. As we drove back, the car became unusually quiet. I kept looking outside the window and he concentrated fully on the road. “What’s your Sunday like? Do you attend church?”. At the mention of church, I felt guilty. “No. I will be cleaning and making pasta. Do you want to come over?”. How I gave him an invite was what I could not fantasize about. It flew out of my mouth. “Sure. I will be honored miss. I am visiting the library tomorrow morning. Towards midday or evening would be fine”. I loved his sense of organization and it was a turn on. My mother and her family are prestigious members of the church. I grew up walking behind them every Sunday