Chapter: Chapter 5Mirabelle's POV The three plane tickets were a physical weight in my pocket. I decided to get the tickets this evening instead of tomorrow morning.I walked back to my apartment building, the evening air cool, as my mind was a list of tasks; pack light, call Aunt Elise again, wake up early, get to the airport.I turned onto the corner of my street, my lips in a warm smile, but my feet stopped moving the moment my gaze landed on my house.Two sleek black cars were parked in front of my building.“Oh! No….no,no!” my eyes went wide, as a chill ran down my spine.My feet pounded the pavement, as I took the stairs two at a time. I took a deep breath, my hands shaking as I pushed the door open.“What!” My eyes went wide, my gaze fixed on the scene in front of me. It was a painting of a happy family, but the colors were all off.My mother was on the sofa, smiling; a real, warm smile. She held a cup of tea, Nathaniel sat in the armchair, leaning forward, his eyes wide.Theo sat on the other
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Chapter: Chapter 4Theo's POV“Please… please give me some more time. I will pay you back,” the old fool's voice was low and shaky, his eyes already in tears.The warehouse floor was cold concrete. A single overhead light made circles of brightness and shadow. His face was bruised, his suit was dirty, and I must admit it looked good on him.I sat opposite him, my breathing calm, as my gaze moved to my wrist watch. “This is what happens when you steal from me. Taking money from my club and gambling it!” My voice was low but steady, as I walked towards him.“Now you owe me. Not just for my money, but also for the insult.”Xavier leaned against a steel support beam. He watched with a lazy interest. He was my best friend, he was also a billionaire and also ran his own empire in the mafia world. We worked together, and we believed we controlled everything because that’s the truth. He expressed it with charm, and I expressed it with silence.“Time is a currency,” my voice was calm, echoing in the empty sp
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Chapter: Chapter 3Mirabelle's POVI poured the coffee, my hand steady, my mind a riot. “Your family dies in front of you,” I remember his exact words, as the black liquid swirled, dark as the suit he’d worn. “Or you be my girlfriend for a year.”I placed the cup down with a click that felt too loud. Two days! For two days, his words had played on a loop, and my stubbornness had become my only armor. I was not going to let him win.” His green eyes held no joke, and his fingers on my jaw felt like a promise…a terrible promise.The men in suits drove me home, without saying anything, as they watched me walk into my apartment building. I did not tell my mother, instead I told her I had a headache from work. For two days, I worked, I smiled at customers, I wiped tables. But my stubbornness won't make me accept his deal.I could not be his thing for a year…what did that even mean? Ohh yeah, I knew what it meant. It meant I would belong to him. My stubbornness rebelled. It was my flaw. It made me fight wh
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Chapter: Chapter 2Mirabelle's POVThe car didn't stop at a house. It stopped at an iron gate with a huge mansion behind it. The gates opened by itself without a sound, as the car drove up a long, smooth driveway lined with trees. I pressed my face to the cool glass, my breath fogging it. The place was silent, no traffic, just the sound of birds.The silence in the car was thicker than the tint on the windows. I couldn't stand it."What does he want with me?" My voice was steady, as I stared at the back of the driver's head.“You'll find out,” the man with the scar beside me didn't even turn."Is he going to kill me?” This time, he glanced over, his expression unreadable. "If the boss wanted you dead, Miss Brown, you'd already be in the river. He wants you alive for now."But his words did nothing to calm my nerves.My mind was a trapped animal, circling the same, terrible question; “Why did he let me run?”But the answer was waiting behind these walls. He hadn't let me go. “The memory flashed; his
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Chapter: Chapter 1Mirabelle's POVThe wine glass slipped off my fingers before I could even scream. It shattered against the tiled floor of the terrace, but I barely heard it over the sharp sound of a gunshot that echoed from the balcony.I gasped, eyes wide and my heart pounding. The balcony was dimly lit, but I saw a man flat on his face.And standing over him in a perfectly tailored black suit, cool as midnight sin, was a man, tall, well built and handsome.He tilted his head slightly. He'd heard the glass break, but he didn't see me.I pressed my trembling hand on my mouth, as I hid behind a vast flower, my black dress blending with the darkness."Oh my God. I'm a witness to murder,” I whispered, as a chill ran down my spine.It's been a week, and I've almost convinced myself it was a dream.The steam from the espresso machine hissed, as the bell on the door of the coffee shop jingled constantly. My hands were constantly moving, wiping the counter, taking orders. But I held my breath anytime a ma
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