FAZER LOGINMaurice leaned back in his chair, his eyes following Mia as she paced restlessly across the living room. The air was thick with tension, every step she took echoing the heaviness of their conversation. He knew what he was about to ask of her wasn’t easy, but he also couldn’t ignore the truth. “Mia,” Maurice began softly, his tone careful, “I know what your father did was... unforgivable. But he’s reaching out now. Maybe it’s time to at least consider giving him another chance. He lost his wife, your mother, and that broke him in ways we can’t fully understand. He lived a miserable, hollow life without her. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t have liked the man he was back then, even if he had kept you.” He leaned forward, searching her face. “He loved your mother deeply, that’s undeniable. He loved her perhaps too much for his own good. Yes, the way he handled everything was wrong, terribly wrong. But he’s trying now, Mia. He’s trying to make amends, and that’s not easy for him either
Martin 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







