Novels by Mida

Ethan… get a grip.But the thought came too late.Because whatever this wasIt wasn’t leaving anytime soon.Ethan glanced at her more than once during the drive, his eyes lingering just a second longer each time before he forced them away.Emily noticed.She just didn’t mention it.The restaurant was nothing like the gala.It was quieter. More intimate. Exclusive in a way that didn’t need to prove itself.Soft lighting. Elegant tables. The kind of place where conversations mattered more than appearances.As they were seated, Ethan finally spoke, his gaze flicking over her again.“I see you’re trying to impress me tonight.”Emily raised a brow, a hint of amusement in her eyes.“Blame the gown.”“I asked Claire to pick something out for you,” he said casually. “She did a good job.”Emily turned, brows pulling together slightly. “Claire?” A small pause then a faint scoff. “No. Not Claire.”Ethan frowned, confused.“Thi

“Who’s there?”Ethan’s voice came out sharper than he intended, cutting through the quiet of the hallway. His heart was still racing, his chest tight not from fear, but from the sudden, jarring realization that he might not have been alone while he… spoke.His jaw clenched.Without wasting another second, he pushed his chair back and strode out of his study, his footsteps quick but controlled. His eyes scanned the corridor left, right, then down the long stretch of polished floor.No one.Silence greeted him.But then his gaze dropped.A shattered vase lay across the floor, porcelain fragments scattered like fallen petals. The small table it once sat on stood slightly askew, as if it had been brushed past in a hurry.Ethan exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.“Lila!” he called out, his voice echoing faintly through the house.A moment later, hurried footsteps approached, and Lila ap

The ride back from the gala was quiet.Not peaceful. Not comfortable.The kind of silence that stretched too far and said too much.Emily sat beside Ethan, her hands resting in her lap, her gaze fixed on the window. The city lights passed by in blurred streaks, but she wasn’t really seeing them.Ethan noticed.He had been watching her since they left.“You’ve been quiet,” he said, his voice calm but observant.Emily didn’t respond.He glanced at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road ahead.“Was it the gala?” he asked again. “Did something happen?”Still nothing.She didn’t turn. Didn’t speak.And for the first time in a long while, Ethan felt something unfamiliar.The rest of the drive passed like that.Long. Silent. Unresolved.When the car finally pulled into the mansion, Emily didn’t wait. She stepped out immediately.“Emily” Ethan called, looking worried.“Goodnight,” she said softly, without looking

Morning came too quietly in the mansion.Not peaceful.Controlled like the house itself was holding its breath.Emily stirred slowly, her body still adjusting to the unfamiliar comfort of the room. The night before lingered in fragments Ethan’s presence, the strange calm, the unsettling sense of safety that didn’t fully make sense.She shifted slightly and froze.Ethan was standing in her room.Watching her.For a moment, her mind refused to catch up.“…Ethan?”“No,” he said calmly, as if answering the question in her eyes. “You’re not dreaming.”Her eyes widened instantly. She grabbed the bedsheet and pulled it tightly against her body, sitting up in a rush.“What are you doing here?” she snapped. “This is my room. It’s supposed to be private.”Ethan tilted his head slightly, completely unbothered.“Private?” he repeated. “You’ve walked into my study more than once. My space. My rules.”He took a slow step forward, his presence steady, deliberate.“I’m just returning the favor.”Emi

The mansion was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that brought peace, but the kind that pressed against the skin, making every breath feel louder than it should.Emily stood in the center of her room for a long moment, trying to adjust. The space around her was beautiful, carefully designed, but it didn’t feel like comfort yet.It felt like structure.Like everything had been placed with intention… and nothing was accidental.This wasn’t fear alone.It was confusion.Safety wrapped in distance.Danger wrapped in luxury.And at the center of both was Ethan Reed.A soft knock broke the silence.“Madam Emily,” a gentle voice called from outside.Emily moved quickly and opened the door.A young woman stood there, neatly dressed, her expression calm and warm in a way that didn’t feel intimidating.“I’m Lila,” she said politely. “Dinner has been served.”Emily gave a small nod. “Thank you, Lila.”Lila smiled, professional but kind. “I’ll take you to the dining area.”Emily followed her.The

The silence after the signature didn’t feel like peace.It felt like something had already begun something that didn’t need her permission to change her life.Emily stared at the contract one last time as Ethan closed it.Not gently. Not dramatically.Just… final.“Done,” he said.One word. Like the world had just been rewritten.Emily exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself. “So… what now?”Ethan’s gaze rested on her, calm but unwavering. “Now you stop being uncertain.”The answer didn’t settle anything.If anything, it made everything heavier.She hesitated, then asked the question that had been sitting in her chest since the moment she signed.“When do I move in?”“Immediately.”Her fingers tightened slightly.“I already packed my things. Claire told me to”“I assumed you would prepare,” he cut in calmly. “Richard is downstairs.”Emily blinked. “Richard?”“My driver.”There was no room for discussion in his tone.“He will take you to the mansion. I’ll join later.”She studied h