Novels by Mikun🌹

Emily’s POV~Chapter 11As we ate silently I could feel his glance cast on me at intervals. We bumped into each other while trying to pick stuffs on the table which gave moments of uneasiness as we both weren’t ready to start a conversation.Weirdly I was so hungry that I ate on and on that I didn’t notice he had stopped eating and was watching me as I downed each spoonful.“You skipped lunch,” he asked, looking amused.I felt embarrassed at the instant and stuttered “Seems I slept all through the day….,” his eyes pricked me with curiosity, “in your study,” I added hoping it will make me feel a little bit better.“Earlier on you looked as though you cried for a while then you slept off,” his reply threw me off guard, weirdly enough I felt he could see through me, “you mind sharing with me what pissed you off so.”I wish I could tell him everything about the marriage chokes me, but I decided to stay silent. “I missed my mother and I had a little trip down memory lane”, I said as I fel

~Emily's POV~When the call with Mum ended, I just sat there staring at my phone for a long minute. Her voice still echoed in my head — soft, worried, and tired. I hated lying to her. But what was I supposed to say? Hey Mum, I married the wrong man? No, there was never a right time for that conversation.I sighed, tossed the phone aside, and went straight to the bathroom. Maybe a bath would wash the guilt off.The warm water was comforting at first, then not. My mind refused to stay still — drifting between Mum’s questions, Alex’s silence, and Ethan’s ghost that still lingered somewhere inside me. By the time I was done, I’d convinced myself that I looked calm enough to pretend everything was fine.When I got to the dining room, Alex was already there.He was sitting at the far end of the table, legs crossed, reading an actual newspaper. A newspaper. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes a little. Who even did that anymore? The faint rustle of the pages was the only sound in the room, unti

~Emily's POV~His handwriting was neat—too neat, every word deliberate. The first few lines were dated two years before we met. The words were ordinary at first: notes, appointments, meetings. Then I turned a page and froze.She reminds me of Lisa. Not in how she speaks—but in how she defies me. Foolish.My breath caught. I turned another page.Control is the only way to keep peace. They don’t understand that. They never do.The words bled into each other as my vision swam. I kept reading, flipping pages, trying to make sense of the man I thought I knew. But the more I read, the less familiar he became.At some point, my head grew heavy. The lines blurred. I must have drifted off, still slumped over his desk, one hand resting on the open diary.I didn’t hear the door open.Didn’t hear his footsteps.“Emily.”The sound of my name—quiet, sharp—snapped me awake.I blinked, disoriented, then saw him standing there. His suit jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, tie loose around his neck. His

~Emily's POV~As he drove on, I opened my mouth to speak — to ask something, anything — but his voice cut through the air before I could.“Don’t,” he said.Just that. One word. Ice-cold.My jaw snapped shut. I turned my gaze to the window, watched the lights blur past as the car picked up speed again.And for the rest of the ride, I said nothing.But in my mind, one name repeated like a curse I couldn’t shake:Lisa.Whoever she was…She mattered.And I was starting to realize just how distant the man sitting next to me is.The silence stretched so long I could almost hear it breathing. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, even though I tried to hide it in my lap. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.“How did you even find me?”, The words slipped out, cracked and uneven. I hated how small my voice sounded.He didn’t look at me. His jaw was tight, his fingers locked around the steering wheel like he was holding on to something that might break if he let go.“I put a tracker on your phone,”

~Emily's POV~He came in holding the blonde receptionist from earlier on by her neck, as he saw the awkward position we were in his grip on her tightened, it looked as though he could snap her neck any minute.“Sir….. My neck”, She said as she choked He pushed her aside as she rushed out of the room “How did you …….. I mean it’s not what you think”….He threw me a sharp glance which made me silent for a while.Ethan brought himself up from the couch and backed away slowly.“I warned you……. Who knows how many secrets this deranged fool is keeping”, Ethan blurted out unconsciously.Alex stopped mid-track, his face void of emotions. He then turned to face me.“We’d be on our way….. .now”, His voice was firm and as cold as ice.“You’d probably not want to leave once you learn who Lisa is and who knows who or what else this holy freak is hiding”, Ethan retorted, taking a step forward.Before he could make the second step, Alex dashed towards him and landed him a punch in his mid rib, whi

“Ma’am”…… The taxi driver voice jolted me back to life.“We are here ma’am”.“Oh… sorry I was a bit….”, my voice trailed off as I felt embarrassed and twitchy as the driver who would be in his 50’s looked at me with pity.“Thank you Sir”, I muttered as I made payments and stepped out of the car. I stood in front of the high and tall skyscraper of the hotel that Ethan sent the location to me, a mixed feeling of anger and nervousness, I shrugged it off and stepped into the lobby. The blonde haired receptionist looked up with a smile.“Good afternoon, how can I help you ?”, she said with a formal smile up.I looked up the address and suite number from the text I received earlier again then I replied “ I’m actually here to see someone … “Would you be so kind to direct me to Suit 312 ?”.“Ohk, you’d are going to the third floor, the suite is on the extreme end of the floor. There are numbers on the doors that indicates room’s number”. She replied with a half smile. “Thanks….”, I muttered