Novels by miralyswrites

Jason’s POVPower had always been a game to me — and I was very good at it.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers drumming lightly on the glass surface of my desk as I reread the text message I’d sent earlier that morning.“Congratulations on the baby. Don’t think you can hide it forever.”The words were simple, but the effect?Explosive. I could almost feel Brielle’s panic from miles away. She’d be shaking right now, staring at her phone like it had betrayed her. The image alone made my lips curl into a satisfied smile.Everything about this move had been deliberate. Timing, tone, delivery — all carefully chosen to hit her where it hurt most. The goal was simple: wedge her fear between herself and Axel, make him question her, make her question herself.Chaos was the best weapon, and I’d just handed her a loaded gun pointed at her own chest.Brielle liked to think she could outmaneuver me, that her silence and distance were shields strong enough to keep her safe. But I knew her better

Brielle’s POVThe message came out of nowhere and knocked the air from my lungs.“Congratulations on the baby. Don’t think you can hide it forever.”For a moment, I just stared at the screen, frozen. The words blurred before my eyes, but the meaning hit me like a slap. My fingers went numb, and the phone slipped from my hand, landing on the sheets with a dull thud.My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. A cold wave of panic spread through me, leaving my body trembling. Someone knew. Someone had found out.How?No one was supposed to know. Not yet. Not until I had figured everything out. Not until I was safe.A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. Was it Jason? Had he been watching me again, pulling strings from the shadows the way he always did? Or was it someone from Axel’s side — one of his people who had somehow discovered what I was hiding?The hospital room suddenly felt too small, too bright, too exposed. The steady beep of the heart monitor, the scent of antis

Axel’s POVThe week passed by in a blur of contracts, calls, and responsibilities that made it hard for me to keep tabs on Brielle 24/7.It was either a meeting from the board, enormous piles of documents waiting to be demolished, or just…guilt eating me up from properly seeing her.Every night, I found myself staring hard at the ceiling, hearing her statements from the hospital replay in my head over and over again. I should’ve felt relieved that she was alive. That she was recovering. That I’d somehow convinced her to even consider my insane proposal. But it was clear she didn't trust me fully. At least not until everything dies down completely.That night at the gala and her accident… every single event that's happened always circled back to one point. Me.I shouldn't care. I normally wouldn't. But when it comes to her, I care so damn much.And now, the only thing I could do—the only thing I had to do—was make it right. Make it up to her again.Even if that meant binding myself

Brielle’s POVI stared at him, eyes wide like he'd just lost his mind dropping those four impossible words like it wasn't a big deal.But it was a big deal.A big, freaking one.Still dazed, I turned to the small black box sitting on the table, feeling a wave of excitement and panic flood through me at once, then back at his interlocked fingers.My mouth opened, but nothing came out—I mean, what was I going to say? What was I supposed to say? I've not even….I've not even told him about the baby… and now, he says…this?The air in my chest grew thin as I inhaled sharply, racking my brain for any possible answers for this sudden action, or was he trying to prank me? Was this all a setup? But the expression on his features was nothing close to playfulness, especially as he didn't wear his signature cocky smirk and instead, chose not to break the silence as I pulled at my hair.He just sat there, his face unreadable as he allowed me to digest his words properly. Almost like he didn't wan

Brielle's POV Pregnant. I stared at the door, my fingers trembling slightly on the blanket as I still struggled to catch up with the reality the doctor had dropped on me a few hours ago.I was pregnant.I. Was. Pregnant.Yet, the word still didn’t sound real to my ears. The documents didn't look real. Everything looked like a set-up—a mocking prank someone had placed on me.But there it was, sitting pretty on the sheets besides me. Both PT and blood samples came out positive thrice, and the pain in my tummy hasn't stopped ever since.I sucked in some air as I ran a hand down my face, warm air prickling my sore skin as I swallowed back the lump in my throat. Yes, I screwed up. I…got carried with pleasure over duty.My grip tightened even more.Just when I thought I was done with him for good, this happened. A baby I thought would never happen.The reason Jason dumped me for his mistress.I wrapped a hand around my tummy as tears rolled down my face freely with a smile, unsure if it

Axel's POV My patience snapped the second Jason flashed me one of his no-up-to-good, devious smirks.Two days.Two fucking days of searching. Of calling her phone—which for some reason kept going to voicemail.Of sleepless nights as I tossed and turned in bed, every goddamn look Brielle had thrown my way before she left haunted me till now.I'd never seen her lash out the way she did that night. And it hurt so much knowing that I was the reason why.But if only she had let me explain myself. Explain what actually happened.One minute, I was picking up my locket—wondering how the hell it'd even gotten into the other VIP room in the first place.The next minute, a woman was bumping into me, apologizing quickly before I could even look. Gone before I could even see who that familiar perfume belonged to.But all logic fell out of the window when I heard a low chuckle in the dark corners of the room—his chuckle—like he wasn't expecting to see that night at all.The bastard I'd punched as