FAZER LOGINHand still cupping her wound, Mirena’s gaze moved from Vesper, to Camille, then back to Vesper, giving him a slow once-over before she sighed.“Wow, Camille Sterling,” she said blandly, letting her hand fall from her arm. “You really outdid my expectations.” She added sarcastically.Vesper frowned slightly at that and shot Camille a glance. “You know her?” he asked.Camille opened her mouth to respond, but Mirena beat her to it.“Mirena Sterling, at your service,” she said, giving a mocking half bow before straightening with a smirk. “The better Sterling daughter, as you’d like to remember.”“You—” Camille started, already fuming red up to her ears, but Vesper cut her off.“Sisters?” he asked, glancing between the two of them. Then he paused, and a laugh slipped past his lips. “You’re that fake one,” he said, pointing at Mirena. &ldquo
Mirena had once gotten lost in the woods. During her days at the orphanage, she had met a group of kids she believed wanted to be her friends.She had followed them into the woods behind the orphanage that very same day to play hide and seek, as they coined it.Mirena had been it, and while the kids ran off, she stood facing a large tree—only to turn back and realize she was alone.She discovered two things that day.One, those kids never wanted to befriend her.And two, she absolutely hated forests.Yet here she was, currently trudging through one, with drones capturing their every movement for the sick amusement of the masses watching beyond the hunting ground—and Alexander Peirce strolling behind her.The combination of the decade, really.However, instead of dwelling on the situation she had willingly put herself in, she chose to focus on something else. Ten minutes into the hunt, with only an hour and fifty minutes left as dis
“Isabela Rosa?”Hand still on the chess piece, Eleanor had glanced up at Mirena when she mentioned the name while reading it off the list of important personnel for the Chamber of Commerce.She had looked up from the book then too and caught Eleanor’s expression briefly.Apprehension.It was the first time Mirena had ever seen that kind of look on Eleanor’s face. And her words afterwards.“Be wary of that one,” she had said, moving a bishop across the chessboard before frowning. “Better yet, stay away from her.”Back then, Mirena had nodded and told her that as long as her vote wasn’t the final say, as long as she could gather other votes, she had no problem.At least, that was what she had said when the situation warranted it. But now, with everything going on around her, the offer felt like it was being handed to her on a silver platter.“A meal?” she asked.Jasmine nodde
George watched Mirena walk off from where he stood, his eyes glued to her back.He had come here today with a clear agenda—to find a prospect, someone he could strike a business deal with to improve his current situation and buy himself time until he figured out the mess he was in.The last thing he had expected was to see Mirena and even more than that, to witness the way she had treated Vesper Bishop like he was nothing more than a bug.Vesper wasn’t exactly a household name, but his identity still carried weight in certain rooms, in certain conversations.Yet, Mirena had dismissed him just like that.George’s gaze shifted from Mirena—who was now glaring at Alexander after he’d said something—to Vesper, who stood staring at the ground, looking more than ready to explode with anger and humiliation.Then his eyes returned to Mirena, lingering for a moment before drifting back to Vesper.He wasn’t a bad pers
Mirena had long since given up on planning her days—or at least, trying to predict how they were going to go.Yet, standing in front of three familiar faces—bad familiarity, might she add—she couldn’t help but frown.“Is this a shit show?”The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them, her eyes moving from one face to the other, carefully reading each expression.Camille, as usual, didn’t look too pleased to see her. If anything, she looked like if she had a knife in her hand right now, she’d gut Mirena on the spot.Unfortunately for her, that didn’t faze Mirena.If anything, she found her pitiful state laughable.Depression and failure, poorly hidden under layers of foundation and fancy clothes that obviously weren’t bought with her own money.Truly pathetic.Then, moving on, her gaze shifted to the next face, the person who stood far off in the distance, and her
The day of the city hunt came sooner than expected.Standing in front of her mirror, Mirena gave her outfit a once-over—a pair of tight leather trousers tucked into knee-length boots, a long-sleeve turtleneck, and a brown cropped leather jacket—and nodded in approval.It was exactly the kind of outfit that allowed her to move freely.Turning away, she walked out of the room and picked up her phone from the counter.Instinctively, her gaze dropped to the screen.Multiple messages filled it but two names were missing.Logan and Alexander.It had been over a week since she fell sick and since their argument, and Logan hadn’t reached out once.Normally, she would have called him. But this time around, she felt like he needed space.He seemed to have things on his mind, things that were making him direct his tension toward her.She didn’t like that and more importantly she didn’t want to be the target of it.
In the back of a black Sienna, Camille sat, eyes glued to the screen of her phone as she witnessed the world turn against her in real time.Her nails were bitten raw, the skin around them red and irritated, but she didn’t seem to notice as she scrolled endlessly through her phone.One article bled
For a second, the entire comment section went silent.It wasn’t the playful, fleeting silence that usually followed a shocking reveal online—it was the kind that felt heavy, suspended, like millions of people collectively forgot how to breathe.Then it detonated.[What the actual hell is that?!][F
Griselda paled the moment the words left Mirena’s lips.On… loudspeaker?For half a second, her mind refused to process it. The sentence echoed in her head like a delayed gunshot—too loud, too sudden and too final.She stood frozen, phone still pressed to her ear, her fingers numb, then she turned
The comment section exploded almost instantly.The moment Mirena let the implication linger—that the Sterling family had known everything from the very beginning—people lunged for their keyboards like starving animals catching the scent of blood.[What other intentions could the Sterling family hav







