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Sorting Out Affairs

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Mirena stared at the message, her frown deepening.

Talk?

If she was being honest, she didn’t want to see Eleanor. Not now. What had happened still sat heavy in her chest, sharp and unresolved. It felt like betrayal—and she wasn’t ready to forgive that. Not yet.

With a quiet exhale, she locked her screen and set her phone aside.

Too much had happened in too little time.She needed to get her life back in order.

First, the campaign—she was done with it. There was no point keeping up the PR façade
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  • Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company   I Love You Too, Mirena Peirce

    The next few days were a blur and before Mirena knew it, her birthday had arrived.With her plans already in her head, she got up and began getting ready. Once she was done, she walked out of her room.“Young Mistress,” Francisco greeted the moment she descended the stairs.“Francisco,” she replied with a small nod. “Where’s my grandfather?”“The master had a few errands to run at the company, so he stepped out.”Mirena paused mid-step, one brow lifting slightly. An errand at the company? Why didn't he just leave it for her to get done?The thought lingered briefly, but she didn’t dwell on it.“Do you need something?” Francisco asked.She shook her head lightly. “I’m heading out for a bit.”Francisco nodded, then added, “Will you be back by dinner?”Mirena nodded. “Yes.”Francisco inclined his head politely. “Alright. Safe trip then.”She gave him a small smile before turning and heading out. The moment she slipped into the driver’s seat, she paused, hands resting lightly on the steer

  • Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company   Thank You For Loving Me

    Mirena arrived at the restaurant not long after, her steps steady.The moment she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes swept the space and landed on Eleanor almost instantly.Of course.Eleanor was already there, seated by the window, posture straight, hands folded neatly on the table. Composed, as always.Mirena paused for half a second, then exhaled quietly, bracing herself before walking over.She didn’t bother with pleasantries.The moment she reached the table, she pulled out a chair and sat down across from her.“Make it quick,” she said flatly. “You have ten minutes.”Eleanor’s fingers tightened slightly against each other.For the first time in a long time, she looked… uncertain.But she nodded.“…Alright.”There was a brief pause before she began.“I didn’t choose to support you from the orphanage out of kindness,” Eleanor said, her voice calm, but lacking its usual warmth. “Not at first.”Mirena didn’t react. She just watched her.“You stood out,” Eleanor contin

  • Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company   Let's Never Meet Again

    There were levels to devastation—George had come to understand that the night before as he laid in bed staring at the article about Camille and the Sterling family being put on trial in a week.His eyes had lingered longer than necessary on Camille’s disfigured face, and instead of sympathy, all he felt was irritation… and a growing, bitter resentment.He had gambled everything on her.When she had returned, he had abandoned his marriage without hesitation, convinced that aligning himself with Camille—the so-called true heiress—would elevate him higher. But reality had turned on him with ruthless precision. One mistake led to another, and while everything in his life spiraled downward, Mirena’s only seemed to rise.For a fleeting second, regret had crept in.Then he had crushed it.There was no point dwelling on her. He had nothing to gain from Mirena anymore. Once he secured a meeting with the investment queen, everything would change.At least, that was what he had told himself.Yet

  • Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company   Sorting Out Affairs

    Mirena stared at the message, her frown deepening.Talk?If she was being honest, she didn’t want to see Eleanor. Not now. What had happened still sat heavy in her chest, sharp and unresolved. It felt like betrayal—and she wasn’t ready to forgive that. Not yet.With a quiet exhale, she locked her screen and set her phone aside.Too much had happened in too little time.She needed to get her life back in order.First, the campaign—she was done with it. There was no point keeping up the PR façade or playing politics anymore. Second, Crest. There was no reason for her to stay, especially when it meant leaving herself exposed to Eleanor’s influence.If she was being honest, Julian Crest had always seemed… too accommodating. That connection needed to be cut.Which left Octa, Ash Empire prep inauguration and her own life to sort out.That, at least, felt manageable.“…Yeah,” she muttered softly to herself. “I can work with that.”Turning onto her side, she closed her eyes.Tomorrow, she woul

  • Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company   Surrounded By Warmth

    The weekend slipped by faster than Mirena expected.Under Leonardo’s relentless insistence, she found herself stuck in the hospital far longer than she would have liked.Every attempt she made to argue her way out was shut down with ease, leaving her no choice but to stay put and recover properly. It was frustrating, yes—but in a strange way, it worked in her favor. It kept her occupied, grounded. And with Ada constantly dropping by, demanding fresh juice and complaining about hospital boredom, Mirena barely had the time or space to dwell on everything that had happened with Eleanor.By the time the day of her discharge came, she felt… lighter. Not completely at peace—but no longer drowning in everything that was going on around her.“Come home with me for a bit,” Leonardo said the moment everything was cleared.Mirena paused, already forming an excuse. “I think I should probably—”“Good,” he cut in, as if she had already agreed, taking her by the arm and steering her toward the exit.

  • Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company   Trust

    “I’m giving my company to Mirena.”Said person immediately choked on the coffee she had just taken a sip of.It had been six hours since the entire identity discovery and emotional reunion. For those six hours, Mirena had sat through everything—listened, processed, adjusted—and at some point, she had even thought, maybe things aren’t so bad. Maybe things are finally settling down.Then that bomb dropped.Across from her, Francisco seemed to carefully consider Leonardo’s words, while Mirena hurriedly composed herself, setting the cup down.“That seems like a brilliant option,” Francisco said thoughtfully.“But one that feels a little too rushed,” Mirena added, still trying to steady herself.Leonardo frowned immediately.“Nonsense,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand. “I know without a doubt that you’re the right person for the job. And besides, your mother would have wanted this. The day she saved this company, she did so with her child in mind. She went on and on about wanting to l

  • Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company   Obsessive Rivalry

    Alexander's assistant flinched as the sound of glass shattering filled the air.His gaze darted from the glittering shards of what had been an eight-thousand-dollar Baccarat crystal glass to his boss's rigid posture. Alexander sat perfectly still, his eyes burning with cold fire, fixed on something

  • Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company   The Queen Is Back

    An hour after the phone call Mirena had with Ada, she stood by a yacht dock, staring up at a super yacht.Her eyes scanned the structure with mild awe and thick nostalgia.She'd almost forgotten what luxury truly felt like. After getting married to George and becoming a doormat for the Sterling fam

  • Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company   This Is Not A Brothel

    Mirena strode into the Hills exactly one hour after leaving the Pierce Estate.The restaurant was as pristine as she remembered—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline and the scent of aged wine mingling with faint citrus polish.As she slid into one of the chairs, she glanced at her watch

  • Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company   I'd Rather Die A Virgin

    Mirena woke to a dull throbbing in her temples. She blinked slowly, her vision hazy as she scanned the unfamiliar room.As her surroundings sharpened into focus—the elegant furnishings, the subtle scent of sandalwood, and something distinctly masculine—she bolted upright.This wasn't her room. Nor

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