Novels by Mira Sterling

Maverick's POVThe next morning, I got to the office earlier than I had any business being there.I barely remembered the drive. My mind had been awake long before the rest of me, and by the time I stepped through the glass doors of the company, I was already looking toward the elevators, expecting Patricia to appear at any moment. I had convinced myself that if I got there early enough, I would see her before the day's chaos began. Maybe I would finally get the chance to talk to her without anyone else around. Maybe she would look at me and I would know what she was thinking.It was ridiculous, but I could not seem to stop myself.The moment I reached my office floor, my eyes searched the reception area, then moved up to my office and scanned everywhere again….Patricia was not there.I glanced toward the hallway and then back at the external path away from my office before looking at Pierce, who was sorting through some documents."Has Patricia arrived?" I asked. Pierce looked up at

Maverick's POVI smiled to myself as I stared at the message on my phone, reading the results for what felt like the hundredth time. The three boys were mine. My sons. My flesh and blood, the little boys who had looked at me with curious eyes and spoken to me so freely without knowing who I was to them. They were mine, and I had missed years of their lives because of my own stupidity.I had a daughter, too.Clara.The little girl with the beautiful smile, the sharp tongue, and the confidence to ask me questions that had left me struggling for answers. She was Patricia's daughter, but she was also mine. I had not tested her DNA, but there was no reason to believe she was any less my child than her brothers. If the boys were mine, then Clara was mine, too, and I could not wait to have her in my arms again.I smiled wider. I was going to be a great father.Secretly and openly, I would be the father they deserved. I would watch them grow, attend their school events, listen to their storie

Jimmy knew Maverick wanted Patricia back.It was obvious in the way Maverick looked at her, the way his attention followed her whenever she entered a room, and the way he seemed to find every possible excuse to remain close to her. Jimmy had seen it long before Patricia was willing to admit it herself.At first, Jimmy had been completely certain that he wanted Patricia to be happy. And if Patricia's happiness meant being with the father of her children, then perhaps that was what he needed to accept.He had told himself that repeatedly. Patricia deserved to be happy. Her children deserved to know their father. Maverick deserved the opportunity to make up for everything he had done.It was simple. At least, it had been simple. Now, Jimmy was not so sure.He sat quietly in the toom, staring into the abyss where the children's noises faded. Patricia had left with Maverick in such a hurry that he had barely had time to process it.He frowned.Why did that bother him? He had never felt tha

Maverick's POV I could see the pain in Patricia's eyes before she turned away from me.She had tried so hard not to cry in front of me. I saw the way she pressed her lips together, the way she blinked repeatedly as though she could force the tears back into her eyes. She had looked at me for only a few seconds before looking away, but those few seconds were enough.I knew.I was the reason for those tears. I was the reason she was heartbroken. And perhaps the worst part was knowing that I was the reason we were both heartbroken.I had spent so much time blaming circumstances, other people, misunderstandings, and even Patricia herself for what had happened between us. But standing there and watching her walk away with tears in her eyes made it impossible to lie to myself anymore.I had hurt her. I had broken the woman I loved. The question was, what could I possibly do now to fix it?Should I strike some kind of deal with Jimmy? Should I talk to the children and try to make them comfo

Patricia's POV I did not know what to make of Maverick's words. For a moment, I simply stood there in his arms, unable to decide whether I was supposed to comfort him or pull away from him. He had sounded so broken that it frightened me. This was Maverick. The same man who had once made me feel like I was nothing. The same man whose actions had left wounds in me that I still carried every single day. Yet, right then, he sounded like a man who had lost every bit of strength he possessed.I finally pulled away.I did it so quickly that I barely had time to see his expression change before his arms caught me again.“Maverick.” I called softly. “Please.” His voice stopped me. “If you want to be mean to me, be mean to me,” he whispered. “If you want to hate me, hate me. I know I deserve it. But please, not right now.”I stared at him.He tightened his arms around me, his breathing uneven. “I am going to break, Patricia. I know you might not care anymore, and maybe you should not care, but

Darbie stared at Leeyah as the woman's words settled into her mind.She understood what Leeyah was asking. There was nothing complicated about it anymore. Leeyah wanted her to continue sleeping with Khalid, keep him distracted, keep him interested, and perhaps make it easier for Leeyah to secure whatever she wanted from her husband. In return, Leeyah was offering her protection, money, or whatever Darbie might need.That part, Darbie could understand.What she could not understand was the other part.Leeyah wanted her to sleep with her too.The thought was so absurd that Darbie stared at her for several seconds before a laugh escaped her lips.Then another. Soon, she was laughing so loudly that she had to cover her mouth.Leeyah's expression changed immediately. She looked shocked and surprised. Then deeply offended.“What exactly is so funny?” she asked.Darbie tried to control herself, but another laugh slipped out. “You.”“Me? I never thought I was funny.”“Yes, you.” Darbie wiped t