LOGINMirabelle's POVI needed to get away from him, not because I was afraid, but I couldn't look at Theo right now without remembering his hands on me, his voice saying don't run and the way I'd wanted to stay exactly where I was.So I ran to the one place he never seemed to go. “The library.”I found it on the second floor, past the hallway he usually avoided. The room was massive; floor to ceiling shelves, a fireplace with flames dancing inside.Two leather chairs positioned near the windows. Thousands of books, Some looked ancient and others were new.I picked one at random and it was Pride and Prejudice. I curled up in one of the chairs and opened the book.I'd made it through three chapters when I felt that shift in the air that meant Theo was in the room.He stood in the doorway, his green eyes were fixed on me Just... watching. His sleek black hair was loose around his shoulders and he wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up. "What are you reading?" His voice was cold. “Pride and
Mirabelle's POVI was reading on the couch when the front door opened. Theo was in his office and I heard his footsteps stop when Xavier entered into the mansion. Xavier appeared in the doorway to the living room. His dark hair was like he had been running his hands through it all day. His blue eyes were bright but wild and he wore the same black shirt from the dinner, now wrinkled and unbuttoned at the collar."Xavier," I said as I stood up. He didn't acknowledge me, he just walked past me toward the hallway where Theo was approaching."What happened to you?" Theo's voice came from behind me, cold as usual. Xavier laughed, but not in his usual charming sound. "I haven't slept," Xavier said as he started pacing two steps forward, two steps back, like his body couldn't stay still. "I've been thinking about her. Only her!"Theo moved into the living room fully. His green eyes tracked Xavier's movements like he was reading a threat assessment."Who?" Theo asked."Lea," Xavier said as h
Mirabelle's POVThe office door was closed. I could see the light spilling from underneath, thin and bright. Theo had been in there since dawn.I had spent the last three hours building up courage.My hand raised to knock but lowered, but I took a deep breath and finally, I knocked."Enter," his deep voice came from inside and I pushed the door open.Theo sat behind his desk. Papers were scattered across it, his laptop was open, his green eyes were dark, focused on something I could not see. His sleek hair was pulled back with his tie loose. Even at mornings he wore suits. "Theo," I said, my voice came out smaller than I intended.He finished typing something on his laptop, then closed it with deliberate slowness and only then did his gaze move to me."You should be resting," he said."I need to ask you something," I said as his jaw clenched. Whatever he had been working on, he did not want to be interrupted."Can I call my mother?" The words tumbled out quickly. "Please. I need to k
Mirabelle's POVTwo hours, I had been lying in bed for two hours and sleep wouldn’t come.My mind would not stop replaying the dinner. Theo's face when the investor mentioned the island, the way his hand had tightened on my waist, the way his voice had changed when he said we needed to leave while my family was on that island.I threw off the expensive sheets and climbed out of bed. The mansion was silent at three in the morning and the hallways were dark except for the soft glow of wall sconces. My bare feet were cold against the marble floor as I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. Celeste stood at the counter. She wore a simple robe over her nightgown, her gray hair was loose around her shoulders. Hot water steamed from the kettle and her hands moved with the kind of ease that came from doing something a thousand times before."Miss Brown," she said without looking at me. "You can't sleep either.""No," I said as I moved closer to the counter. "I keep thinking about the dinner.
Mirabelle's POVThe black dress slipped over my skin perfectly and Theo had chosen every stitch.I stood in front of the mirror, the fabric hugged my curves and fell to my knees in a way that made me look sexy. The neckline dipped low enough to be scandalous but not obvious. My dark hair fell in waves down my back and my brown eyes looked sharper. The clock read seven fifty-five, five minutes before he wanted me downstairs.I took a breath, my hands shaking. After what happened last night with the gifts and the messages, tonight felt like something was changing, like crossing a line I could not come back from.I made my way down the grand staircase slowly, each step felt deliberate. My heart was beating so hard I thought everyone would hear it.Theo stood at the bottom of the stairs, his back was to me at first. He wore a tailored charcoal suit, his sleek dark hair was pulled back and his green eyes fixed on something in the distance.Then he turned and saw me as his entire body wen
Lea’s POVThe coffee shop was slow. Tuesday afternoon, that dead zone between lunch and evening rush. I wiped down the espresso machine for the third time, my mind somewhere else entirely.Mirabelle had not called me in four days. Four days of silence but I kept checking my phone like it would suddenly light up with her name but nothing. Just the weight of not knowing if she was okay. "Lea, we need more cups in the back," my manager said as he passed by.I nodded, not really listening. My fingers found my phone in my apron pocket. Should I call her again? I had already called twice, left two messages but she had not responded to either.The door chimed but I did not look up from the cups I was counting.But I suddenly felt it. That shift in energy, the way the air changed when certain people walked into a room…Xavier Aubert.He wore a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark hair was messy in that expensive way that took money and time to achieve. Blue almond eyes scan
Lea’s POV"Ugh! Today is so stressful," I said, my gaze fixed on the crowd.The coffee shop shift was long, but the bar shift was longer. The air was thick with smoke and cheap perfume, as the music filled the room, adding to the stress.I carried a heavy tray of empty glasses back to the bar, as I
Mirabelle’s POV “Oh my God! I forgot my night wears,” the thought hit me as I stood dripping on the marble bathroom floor. A towel was wrapped around me, my skin warm from the shower. I had ignored the dinner Celeste brought until I freshen up. Now I needed clothes.I walked into the bedroom, my
Mirabelle's POV I stared at the window as the car drove through the city streets, my mind constantly remembering my mother's trusting smile and the plane tickets in the trash. The silence in the car pressed on my lungs as my gaze drifted to Theo. His gaze was fixed on his phone since the beginnin
Mirabelle'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







