The Price Of Her Mercy
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Mira, a poor farm girl, felt she was cursed because of the events that happened in her life after her land, the only property left to her by her late father, was forcefully taken 4 years ago.
She’s left with nothing to cater for her sick little sister, and is forced to tend to the horses of the same man who took her land and that made her hate him, with everything in her.
Jackson, who ran from the flames of an internet scandal against his company in search of answers and solitude, was instead carried away by Mira’s beauty, charm and confidence, and he decided to change her world while being the ruler of it.
What happens when a spark is ignited between them? Mira, who loathed her landlord because he was a constant reminder of her lost property, due to unfairness, and Jackson, who only loved power and control.
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Chapter: The unification MIRAIt’s strange how power changes the air in a room.Months after the ruling, after courts and police stations and hospital corridors, I’m sitting in a glass conference room high above the city, staring at a stack of documents thicker than any textbook I ever held in school.The estate lawyers call it “the unification.” I call it the end of an era. And maybe, if I’m brave enough, the beginning of another. Jackson sits beside me, his recovery slow but steady. His arm rests on the table, long fingers tapping lightly, betraying nerves he’ll never admit to. He hasn’t shaved this morning; a shadow of stubble darkens his jaw. He looks… softer. Human. A man remade from rubble.Across from us, an army of board members watches like hawks. Their suits are sharp. Their expressions sharper. To them, I’m a miracle that arrived in dirty boots.To them, I’m also a threat. The lead lawyer slides the final document toward me.“Nora’s Holdings,” he says. “A consolidated trust. Both estates, all prope
Last Updated: 2025-12-18
Chapter: Moving onMIRAJackson doesn’t speak on the car ride home. He stares right out the window the entire time, one hand bracing against his ribs where the doctors wrapped tight bandages. When he lunged to catch me during the miscarriage, he collided hard with the marble floor and the pain worsened after the hospital overnight stay. A hairline fracture. Bruising across half his torso. They warn him to move carefully, but he doesn’t. Instead, He moves like a man who refuses to accept pain belongs to him.When we finally step through the front door of the mansion, everything feels cold like the walls themselves knew something terrible has happened to us. Jerry sets down my bags and clears his throat.“I’m leaving for a while,” he said quietly.My head snaps up. “What? Why?”“To see my mom,” he answers, but his eyes didn’t fully meet mine. “She’s been alone since the accident last year. And… you two need space. You need quiet. And time to heal. This place has been a warzone.”Jackson winces as he lowe
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Chapter: Hearty confessionsMIRAThe drive down home from the airport is quiet. Jackson knows not to talk about anything in Paris and I act accordingly. My whole body glues to the chair. My head kissing the window slowly watching the road as Jerry drives home. The mansion looks different now. It looked different when I worked as a stable girl. It looked different when I owned it and it looks different now that the court has pronounced us Co-owners. The mansion greets us with silence. The lights hums and the air smells faintly of vanilla and dry wood. But everything feels… unfamiliar and neatly rearranged. Too bright in some corners, too dim in others.Jerry and Jackson both walk ahead of me through the entrance, I follow, keys dangling from my right hand, the mini duffel bag on my left.“This is your home too now,” I whisper to Jackson as I pass him through through the stairs moving up to Nora's room. The words should have warmed me. They didn’t. I move my fingers along the bannister. Maybe I am happy to be ho
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Chapter: Bones and ashesMIRAThe trial feels like drowning in broad daylight. Reporters fill every hallway. Cameras clicking every corner like teeth snapping. Every headline has my name dripping in lies and suspicion. Did she or didn't she?STABLE GIRL TURNS MASTER THIEFTHE MIRA STEPHEN SCANDALHIDDEN FORTUNE IN LIES.Inside the courtroom, my hands trembles so hard I had to sit on them to make it stop. Richard Meliś, Adrian and Aurora were all dead. Yet somehow, the crimes of all of them are pinned on me. Me.The prosecutors tower their evidence like skyscrapers, with each brick being just another piece of false evidence and forged data. Every detail (according to the drive) points to one conclusion: I'm guilty.Jackson sits beside me each day, jaw tense, fingers laced together so tightly they shook. Every time the prosecutor says ‘her accounts’, ‘her signatures’ or “her crimes”, Jackson looks at me like he wants to tear down the entire legal system with his bare hands. But all that doesn’t bother me. Th
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Chapter: Guilty or not MIRAI hail a cab and hurry back before anyone who can recognize me sets their eyes on me. If they did, it wouldn’t take long before anyone figures out the perpetrator. Me. “We’re here ma’am. Ma’am?” The driver calls one more time. “Right, here’s your fee.” I exhale and slip my finger to open the car door, but I pause. My chest tightens even more. My eyes turn glassy. Every sound, didn’t have an origin. Everything’s happening all at once.“Are you all right ma’am? Do you need help?” “No I’m good.”I dash out of the car and head into the hotel. Jerry was already waiting in my room, hands on his waist as he listens to the news of Aurora’s ‘sudden’ demise. His expression was clear, he was sad for her. I too.For a long time i convinced myself that that was the best decision, the best step to making my life easier with her off my back.“She’s gone Jer. I..” the words, bitter and heavy struggle to come out of my mouth.“shhh.. come here.” He whispers pulling me close to him. I place my
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Chapter: The Shocking newsMIRAI watch the river swallow him whole. I’m helpless.For a heartbeat, I stand there paralyzed, shaking, breath trapped somewhere between my ribs and throat. Dark spirals move on the surface of the river, already pulling Adrian away. Is he alive? Is he dead? I don’t know. I only know he’s injured. Then I move. I don’t think, don’t care that the water looks like the mouth of something ancient and hungry. I just jump. The cold slaps like a punishment. Like a thousand knives carving straight into my bones.The river pulls me under so fast and my lungs panic. Ballet I know. Cooking I know too but swimming? No. In a few minutes, The world turns black, then it begins to spin. I kick upward, fighting to make sense of direction. The drive. The drive. Get the drive.My fingers stretch continuously and blindly through the freezing dark, searching, grasping at nothing but water and weeds. Every sound is a muffle. my heartbeat, the echo of Jerry shouting from the bridge, the people taking shel
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Dear Ex, See you never
Millicent Andrews never expected her life to collapse right before her twenty-first birthday.
One moment she’s a wife, a best friend, a girl with a future… and the next, she’s staring at her husband Brian Vel in bed and tangled in her best friend’s arms, the betrayal slices her open in ways she can’t begin to stitch shut.
The divorce is brutal and the humiliation is even worse. With nowhere else to go, Milli returns to her mom’s house with her sick son. She reopens her small, struggling photo studio, just in time to learn the entire building has already been bought by Damon Hale, a forty-seven-year-old billionaire with a reputation colder than the steel hotels he builds.
Damon wants the land, but Milli refuses to give up the last piece of her life that hasn’t been stolen from her. Their fight become heated, and combustible, until he makes her an offer she should never accept: marry him for one year to soothe his mother, live under his roof, follow his every rule…and in return, he’ll save the studio, every shop on the block and her sick son gets the best treatment possible, but she does.
They hate each other and they’re nothing alike. The contract is supposed to keep their worlds separated, but forced proximity has sharp fangs. Meanwhile, Brian returns, desperate and regretful, determined to pull Millicent back into his life.
While she tries to outrun her past, she discovers a painful truth about her own bloodline that changes everything she thought she knew, all while discovering Damon's darkest secret. What happens to their paper tie, when he discovers she knows the truth who he really is?
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Chapter: The long walkMillicent's POVThe alarm goes off at 4:47 AM. Thirteen minutes before I set it. My body knows what's coming even when my brain is still half asleep. Josh is already moving in the crib next to my bed. Making those soft whimpering sounds that mean he'll be fully awake in about ten minutes whether I'm ready or not. I get up anyway.The floor is cold. I shuffle to the kitchen and heat his bottle with one hand. The other hand rubs my face. My eyes burn. The house is quiet except for my mother snoring in the living room. She didn’t make it to her bedroom again. The Smirnoff bottle is on the coffee table, the cheap kind with the red label, tipped on its side. I already know how today is gonna go."Okay baby boy," I whisper as Josh starts to fuss. "Mama's got you."I feed him in the gray light before dawn. His tiny fingers curl around mine while he drinks. He's been better this week. No coughing fits. No midnight emergencies. I'm grateful for small things. When he's done, I burp him, change
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Chapter: the billionaire’s shadowMillicent’s povThe town has began talking, no, whispering and every whisper has the same name wrapped in fear, awe, and a little bit of spice and venom. Damon Hale.I hear it first from the baker two doors down, speaking in a hushed tone with her husband, like saying it too loud might summon the devil himself. Then from Mrs. Hernandez at the corner store, whose eyes widen like she’s repeating the name of a ghost, or an abomination. By noon, the entire main street knows who bought the block and by past noon, every rumor reaches me like blows to the under ribs.“He buys land, tears everything it down, and turns it into luxury hotels, not caring who he destroys.”“People say he’s ruined three small towns already. He’s moving fast and he isn’t stopping anytime soon. God help us.”“I heard he bankrupts anyone who resists even a little, running them to the ground without mercy.”“They call him the ‘shadow billionaire’ who strikes without warning.”“Someone once went against him and their s
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Chapter: the eviction threatMillicent’s povRecently, some days, life taps me lightly on the shoulders, but other days, it grabs me by the hair and drags me across concrete. This morning, it’s the latter. I’m opening the studio, or trying to at least, when a pure white city sedan pulls up right across the yard, the kind officials use when they want to ruin someone’s day with paperwork. A man in neat shirt nicely tucked into his jeans steps out, I wonder how he achieved that with such tummy like he eats for three people, his governmental badge is hooked just at the left side of his belt. His expression is obvious, he’s bored, and that’s the look of someone who’s already decided my life is an inconvenience.“Millicent Andrews?” he asks.“Yes,” I answer, holding Josh on my hips, he’s sleepy and clinging to my shirt. The man barely glances at him, he just lifts a bright red paper and slaps it against my studio door like he’s posting a notice on a public toilet.FINAL WARNING: DEMOLITION IN 7 DAYS.My mouth goes dry
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Chapter: the downfallMillicent’s povThe first misfortune of the day starts at 3:17 a.m., with the sound of my Josh crying and coughing so hard that it echoes inside the thin walls of my mom’s old crib. I hop out of bed before I’m even fully awake, my feet hitting the cold floor, and my heart beating faster than it should. My fear is losing him, that’s what would shatter me especially now that Brian has already cracked me open.When I reach josh, he’s curled up with his tiny hands on his chest, breathing too fast, his skin is moist, and his lips are pale. I’ve seen this too many times before.“Oh my sweet baby boy, look at mommy,” I whisper, lifting him gently, his body feels lighter than it should, like he’s fading. I hold him, rubbing his back gently until the coughing eases, then I grab the emergency inhaler and pray it’s enough to soothe him even though it never is. It worked, his breathing slowly goes back to normal, and I spoon him for the rest of the night. Pouring kisses on him, before passing out
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Chapter: the divorceMillicent’s povI’m sitting in the courthouse and the air tastes like metal, defeat, and old papers, it’s the kind of place where people come and never leave the same way, and today’s definitely my turn. I sit alone on the cold wooden bench, with my fingers twisted together so tight they look bloodless. Brian is late, which is somehow worse because, when he arrives, he does so in the exact way I feared he would, with Ria by his side. They walk in arms locked in on each other, her hair glossy, her dress is soft pink, like the innocence she lacks, she’s walks in with a smile on her face, aware that she had destroy the last ten years of my life. Brian looks well-rested and confident, the kind of confidence men get when they’ve already forgotten the woman who loved them, cared for them and even gave them a sweet little boy. He doesn’t even glance at me, but the sight of them together burns something in my stomach, something dark.I swallow it down, because I need to breathe, I need to s
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Chapter: the night it all endsMillicent’s povIs that… moaning? I’m sure it is. The sound is insanely familiar, it can hardly be mistaken. As I step into the doorway, the first thing i notice is the sound. Not just… breathing, but heavy, with crazy rhythm, too intimate to belong to anyone other than two people who should never be sharing oxygen. I take one step into the doorway and my world ends. “What the fuck?” I whisper under my breath Brian, who’s my husband by the way, is inside me…no, not inside me, inside her, my best friend, Ria, skin to skin, tangled in the sheets I washed yesterday, the sheets that still smell faintly of my perfume. Gosh, the sight of them make me want to give into my knees but not yet. His hands are on her hips like they’ve always belonged there, her head is thrown back on my pillow. My pillow, the one I slept on just last night while waiting for Brian to come home.I freeze and my throat burns so hard it feels like I’m swallowing fire. I am. My hands won’t move because they can’t, n
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