Bound Unwilling

  

  They gave the promotion to Lucas. Miriam stood frozen in the board room, the words still echoing in her head while her stepmother Margaret smiled from the corner like she had just won the lottery.

  

  “Lucas will be our new Vice President of Operations” Thomas Wellington announced to the room, effective immediately.

  

  The board members who had praised Miriam’s presentation an hour ago now clapped politely. Lucas stood by the window looking guilty but not guilty enough to refuse.

  

  “Dad– “ Miriam’s voice came out strangled as they walked towards Thomas’s office. “Your expansion proposal was excellent, Miriam,” Thomas said, not meeting her eyes. You will lead the implementation as Director of Strategic Planning.

  

  Director. The position she already had. “I earned that promotion,” the words burst out before she could stop them. “You said the board was impressed, you said they—

  

  “Lucas is my son,” Thomas interrupted. His tone made it final. “He’s the heir to this company. It’s time he stepped into a leadership role.”

  

  I’m your daughter, Miriam wanted to scream. I’m your child too.

  

  But Margaret was already standing, placing a possessive hand on Lucas’s shoulder. “What Lucas deserves is support from his sister. Not jealousy.”

  

  “Jealousy?” Miriam’s hands shook. “I worked for six months on that proposal. I did everything right—”

  

  “And you’ll continue doing excellent work,” Margaret said smoothly. “Your father is being generous, considering your… attitude.”

  

  The air left Miriam’s lungs, twenty-four years of this. Twenty-four years of Margaret’s poison, and her father just stood there, letting it happen.

  

  “May I be excused?” Miriam asked, her voice hollow.

  

  Thomas finally looked at her, real remorse in his eyes this time. He knew what he had allowed, what he had encouraged and it sat heavily on him.

  

  “Yes,” he said quietly.

  

  She walked out with her head high. She would not cry where they could see.

  

  But the moment she locked herself in her office, the sobs came. Harsh. Broken. The sound of something inside her is finally giving up.

  

  An hour later, there was a knock.

  

  “Miri?” Lucas’s voice. “Can we talk?”

  

  “Go away.”

  

  “I know you’re upset, but—”

  

  “You took it.” Her voice came out sharp through the door. “Dad offered you something I earned, and you took it.”

  

  “What was I supposed to do? Say no?”

  

  “YES!” She yanked the door open. “You were supposed to tell him I deserved it. You were supposed to be my brother.”

  

  Lucas flinched. “I am your brother.”

  

  “No. Brothers protect each other. You just let your mother destroy me while you collect the rewards.” Miriam’s voice cracked. “Get away from me.”

  

  She slammed the door.

  

  Outside, Lucas stood there with his friend Damien Rhodes, who had been waiting in the hallway.

  

  “That’s her?” Damien asked quietly, staring at Miriam’s closed door. “Your sister?”

  

  “Yeah.” Lucas shoved his hands in his pockets. “And she hates me now.”

  

  “She’s…” Damien couldn’t finish the sentence. He had only glimpsed her for a second—dark hair, furious eyes, devastation written across her face, but something had shifted in his chest.

  

  “Don’t,” Lucas warned, reading his friend’s expression. “Seriously, man. Stay away from Miriam.”

  

  “Why?” Damien’s voice was casual, but his eyes were still on that door.

  

  “Because she’s my sister and she’s been through enough.” Lucas started walking. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

  

  But Damien didn’t move right away. He stared at Miriam’s office door for another long moment.

  

  Then he smiled.

  

  That evening at the Wellington mansion, Miriam went straight to her room. She could hear Margaret’s triumphant voice downstairs, probably calling all her society friends to spread the news.

  

  Lucas got the promotion. Lucas, the heir. Lucas, who had never worked a day as hard as Miriam had in her life.

  

  A soft knock. “Sweetheart?” Susan’s voice, the only person in this house who had ever really cared. “I brought tea.”

  

  Miriam opened the door.

  

  Susan took one look at her face and pulled her into a hug, no questions, no empty words. Just warmth, safety, and the familiar scent of the woman who had stepped in when Margaret never did.

  

  “They gave it to Lucas,” Miriam whispered.

  

  “I know, baby.” Susan stroked her hair. “I’m so sorry.”

  

  “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep fighting for scraps in my own family.”

  

  “You’re stronger than all of them,” Susan said fiercely. “Don’t let them break you.”

  

  But looking at Miriam’s face, Susan wasn’t sure how much more the girl could take.

  

  Dinner was silent and brutal. Margaret radiated satisfaction. Thomas pushed food around his plate, looking uncomfortable. Lucas barely ate, and Miriam sat there with a blank expression, saying nothing.

  

  “Miriam,” Thomas tried. “About the expansion proposal—”

  

  “I heard you the first time.” Her voice was ice.

  

  Margaret’s smile widened. “Darling, your father is trying to include you in important discussions—”

  

  “Stop calling me darling.” Miriam’s knife scraped against her plate. “You’ve hated me since the day you married my father. At least have the decency to be honest about it.”

  

  The table went silent.

  

  “That’s enough,” Thomas said weakly.

  

  “Is it?” Miriam looked at him. “When is it enough, Dad? When she’s taken everything from me? When there’s nothing left?”

  

  She stood and walked out.

  

  In his room later, Lucas couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Miriam’s face. The betrayal. The devastation.

  

  And he kept seeing Damien’s expression in that hallway. The way his friend had stared at Miriam’s door.

  

  Like he had just found something he wanted.

  

  Lucas knew that look. He’d seen Damien pursue things before—business deals, investments, women. Once Damien decided he wanted something, he didn’t stop until he got it.

  

  And the way he’d looked at Miriam…

  

  Lucas’s phone buzzed, a text from Damien.

  

  Tell me about your sister.

  

  Lucas stared at the message, cold dread settling in his stomach.

  

  Stay away from her, he typed back.

  

  Just asking questions, came the reply. She’s interesting, I mean it.

  

  She’s off-limits.

  

  The three dots appeared, then disappeared.

  

  Lucas threw his phone across the room.

  

  He stared at the ornate ceiling and dozed off.