LOGINMartin was still talking to Mia while Maurice's hands roamed her soft succulent skin underneath the table.“It’s an honor, Mrs. Mayer,” Martin replied with a respectful nod. “Thank you for always looking out for him,” Mia said warmly. “But lately, I’ve noticed he comes home so tired, sometimes too tired to even eat. Is everything alright at work? Or are you short-staffed?” Martin hesitated. “No, ma’am. We’re fully staffed. But the annual year-end celebration is coming up, and Maurice insists on overseeing every detail himself. He’s been... pushing harder than usual.” Mia turned to Maurice, her expression soft but scolding. “You’ve been overworking yourself again, haven’t you?” Maurice gave a helpless shrug. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. After next week, things will calm down.” Her frown deepened. “And in the meantime? Skipping meals?” Martin, against his better judgment, added gently, “He’s been skipping lunch almost every day.” Maurice shot him a deadly look. Martin winced but
The next day, Maurice decided to drive himself home. After a long day at work, he emerged from his office in his crisp suit, every inch the formidable businessman again. His stride was confident, his presence commanding as he made his way to the company garage. Just as he reached for his car door, a figure stepped out from the shadows. Carlos Bryan. Carlos, looking more broken than before, approached Maurice slowly. His eyes held regret as he spoke with unusual calm. “Mr. Mayer, I apologize for disturbing you like this, but we need to talk.” Maurice exhaled, his hand already on the car door. “It’s been a long day. I’d rather have this conversation another time.” Carlos’s voice cracked as he pressed on. “Are you avoiding me? Is this payback for how I treated you? I was wrong, Maurice. I was misinformed. Nana Nancy poisoned my thoughts against you, and I believed her. I thought you were dangerous. But I see now, I was wrong. I’m sorry. Please, don’t hold it against me.” Maurice’
Later that morning, Mia and Maurice entered the living room hand in hand. The entire family had gathered: Carlos Bryan, his wife Doris Logan, Mia’s niece Hilda Jones, Luke and Lucia Rivers, and Nana Nancy. The atmosphere shifted as soon as the couple appeared. Mia’s voice trembled at first but quickly steadied. “I’m sorry for calling this meeting so suddenly. But I need to tell you my decision.” She turned to Carlos. “Dad, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in taking over your company. I already have a successful business that I adore, courtesy of my husband Maurice. Fashion designing is my passion, and I have no intention of pursuing anything else." She inhaled shakily before continuing. “Also, to be honest, I haven’t truly forgiven you. I’ve just been silent, following orders, pretending to accept you because of what Grandma Nana Nancy told me. She said that as a way of repaying her for all she's done for me, I should accept you and do everything you ask of me." Maurice’s heart
Martin gently examined Maurice after he had passed out. Then he declared... “He’s not dead,” Martin assured quickly, though his own voice was tight with concern. “He’s been unwell since all of this started. He starved himself, locked himself away, and hasn’t been eating properly. Tonight he stood out in the rain for hours. I begged him to go home and come back tomorrow, but he refused. His body couldn’t take it anymore. We may actually need a doctor.” “D-doctor?” Mia stammered, her hands trembling as she clutched Maurice’s head against her chest. Then, her fear bursting into raw desperation, she cried out, “Dad! Dad, please call a doctor! Save my husband’s life, I can’t lose him!” Her voice cracked as the words fell from her lips, carrying not only love but also ownership and a silent plea for forgiveness. Carlos froze for a moment, struck by the word Dad. It was the first time Mia had ever called him that. The desperation in her voice made his heart swell. Without hesitation, he h
On another occasion, Mia casually mentioned to a friend that she wished she could have the latest phone. At the time, it was far too expensive, far beyond what her adoptive parents could afford. To her utter disbelief, just days later she received a package containing a brand-new version of the most luxurious model available, the very one she had admired. The sender was anonymous, and she convinced herself it was nothing more than luck.It all began to fall into place now. Every inexplicable event, every impossible gift, every stroke of fortune seemed to trace back to Maurice.There was another time when Mia, in the middle of a harsh rainy season, had offhandedly wished aloud that she could travel abroad just once, even for a few days, to escape the suffocating stress of school. Days later, her family received an all-expenses-paid trip to Paris from a “sponsor” who claimed it was part of a travel promotion. They had been bewildered by their sudden luck, but Mia enjoyed the trip, nev
The moment Mia stormed out and Maurice followed, Thomas tried to follow suit, but Nana Nancy grabbed his arm, her voice sharp. “Stay." Carlos, shaken to his core, hurriedly changed out of his pajamas and ran after his daughter. The Rivers couple followed suit, their minds spinning with guilt as they realized all their supposed “good fortune” since Mia’s arrival had been in fact, orchestrated by Maurice all along. Nana Nancy sank into a chair, her face pale. For the first time, shame consumed her. She had always thought Mia was a lucky charm, something to secure for her son, Thomas. But now... now she saw the truth. No amount of scheming could measure up to the relentless devotion Maurice had shown. The revelation left everyone eerily speechless. No one knew that Maurice had been shouldering all of this. Luke and Lucia Rivers, her adoptive parents, couldn’t believe that everything they had attributed to good luck, thinking their luck had changed since Mia moved into their home, was







