Chapter: Chapter 10 White and noon The morning came cloaked in silence. Mia awoke to the gentle light of the sun streaming through the grand curtains. Titan was no longer beside her. For a brief moment, she panicked until she heard his distant laughter echoing from the hallway, likely with his nanny or Arrow. She sighed in relief, sitting up… only to find a cream-colored envelope on her nightstand. Her name was written on it in elegant gold ink. With shaky hands, she opened it. “You are to be present in the courtyard at noon. Wear white.” G. There was no explanation. No detail. Just white and noon. Something about the note made her stomach twist. She didn’t understand why, but it felt like something was coming something final. The maids came in shortly after, almost too silently, not meeting her gaze. They dressed her in an angelic white dress, cinched at the waist with delicate pearls. She looked like a bride. But she felt like a prisoner walking to the gallows. When she stepped into the courtyard, her
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Chapter: Chapter 9- Even at it's cost Gun hadn’t meant to check on her. It was just a late-night walk. At least, that’s what he told himself when his feet carried him to her hallway. But standing there silently in the doorway of her chambers something inside him stirred. Mia, curled protectively around Titan, both of them sleeping soundly. The little boy’s hand was clutching her silk nightgown like a lifeline. Mia's face, though tear-stained, looked at peace for the first time in days. Gun didn’t know what it was guilt? Jealousy? Regret? The gnawing in his chest wasn’t one he recognized, and that alone made him turn around and disappear before he did something foolish… like walk in. The next morning, sunlight bled gently into her room. Titan stirred first, eyes fluttering open to find himself buried in Mia’s arms. “Morning, pretty lady,” he whispered sleepily. Mia smiled, brushing his hair back. “Morning, Baby T.” He giggled and kissed her cheek like he always did now innocent, pure, completely hers in ways she co
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-14
Chapter: Chapter 9- Even at it's cost Gun hadn’t meant to check on her. It was just a late-night walk. At least, that’s what he told himself when his feet carried him to her hallway. But standing there silently in the doorway of her chambers something inside him stirred. Mia, curled protectively around Titan, both of them sleeping soundly. The little boy’s hand was clutching her silk nightgown like a lifeline. Mia's face, though tear-stained, looked at peace for the first time in days. Gun didn’t know what it was guilt? Jealousy? Regret? The gnawing in his chest wasn’t one he recognized, and that alone made him turn around and disappear before he did something foolish… like walk in. The next morning, sunlight bled gently into her room. Titan stirred first, eyes fluttering open to find himself buried in Mia’s arms. “Morning, pretty lady,” he whispered sleepily. Mia smiled, brushing his hair back. “Morning, Baby T.” He giggled and kissed her cheek like he always did now innocent, pure, completely hers in ways she co
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-14
Chapter: Chapter 8- Guardian Angel The day had come after another one of Gun’s elaborate events. The ones written about in magazines, whispered through the lips of high society, and feared by those who knew what really happened behind those velvet curtains. Mia sat still in front of the long gold-framed mirror, watching as three women worked seamlessly around her curling her hair into soft waves, dusting her skin with the finest powders, and clasping diamonds around her throat like chains of beauty. She looked like a painting delicate, haunting, untouchable. But inside… she felt nothing like the polished jewel they were preparing. "You're glowing, Miss," one of the maids whispered. She didn’t reply. What was there to say? The gown was couture hand-stitched silk and stones imported from God-knows-where. A soft champagne color with a deep back and long train. Her heels were from a designer she used to dream of when flipping through fashion blogs in college. And now… she wore them like shackles. Every detail of her
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Chapter: Chapter 7- Filling the Hollow There were moments when the world went quiet, not silent, but still. The kind of quiet where even the wind seemed to hold its breath. That’s what the garden felt like. A pause between storms. Mia sat beneath the arching wisteria tree, its soft purple blossoms hanging low like whispered secrets. Baby T was giggling beside her, hands stained with grass and crumbs from the fruit tart he had half-devoured earlier. He insisted they share everything. Even her lap. His little body curled into hers without hesitation, like it was the most natural place to be. And maybe it was. She brushed her fingers through his soft curls, trying not to think too hard. But her heart… it had other plans. Was this what it would’ve felt like? Holding her baby if life hadn’t been so cruel? Laughing in the sunlight? Watching him grow? There was still an ache inside her a hollow space left behind by grief but somehow, this little boy was settling into it. Like he’d been made for it. And it terrified her.
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Chapter: Chapter 6- The Shame of Silk and Gold Her throat closed up. “There will be rules,” Gun continued, his tone cool, sharp. “I don’t tolerate disobedience. I don’t entertain rebellion. You will live here under my roof, follow my rules, eat when I say, speak when spoken to, and ” he leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing “you will not attempt to run.” Mia’s chest rose and fell shakily. “Your only job,” he said, “is to obey.” Her lashes trembled. Gun stood, walking slowly toward her side of the table. She didn’t dare look up. He tilted her chin with a single finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. Cold. Fierce. Unreadable. “I don’t need you to love me,” he said. “I only need you to submit The room was too quiet. Too perfect. The sheets are too smooth, like they’d never been touched by someone with ruined hands. The floors are too clean. The scent was too rich, like money had a fragrance. She sat on the edge of the bed like a ghost in a palace built for someone else. Everything around her whispered one th
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