Mag-log inMiriam's POV
The loud sound of my alarm was the first thing that woke me up.
It was a new day and my newly wed husband was not back.
I grabbed my phone to check if he sent me any text but there was nothing.
“Maybe he worked overnight.” I muttered, slowly getting up from the bed.
Every single part of my body was aching badly, clearly the whole shopping experience was now taking a toll on my body.
I wanted nothing more than to stay on the bed all day, but the plan went out the window the moment I heard a buzz from my phone.
It was a text from Sara congratulating me as she also sends me my appointment letter, asking me to get ready.
What the hell?
“Get ready, sleepy head, you can't be late on your first day. You colleagues are going to hate you.” She texted and I could almost imagine the goofy ass smile on her face as she was typing the message.
I groaned in frustration, rubbing my face in my palm.
This can't be real, I thought I could finally stop pretending and get some few months of rest. I am basically still on my honeymoon right?
“You are the worst.” I texted back.
“Uhmmm… you should be thanking me, you asked for a job I delivered.”
“ Okay fine thank you.”
Although I was thankful with how swift she was with her response, I was really looking forward to a lazy day.
A lot of things have been going on in my life.
First my fiancé cheated on me with my own sister, my family pushed me to marry another man that I barely know and now I am practically staying with him.
It was just a lot but maybe working at my own company would help release all the tension.
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“Gosh I am going to be late.” I muttered under my breath, rushing to the bus stop to catch a bus.
I really should get a car, I was supposed to buy one but because I did not want to hurt William's feelings, I deprived myself of a lot of things.
I never bought a car because he drove a run down jeep and would definitely have gotten angry if I had spent so much money on myself.
Gosh I hate my past self.
I wonder why I was so blind to see how selfishly he treated me. I was just a money box for him.
“Late on your first day of work?” Sara greeted me at the entrance with a mocking smile.
“I wonder who I should blame for that.” I cursed, glaring at her.
“Well I will introduce you to your supervisor who is going to be in charge of mentoring you on how everything works around here although I still find it crazy that the owner of the company wants to work as a mere designer.”
“Have you ever heard the phrase start from scratch? That's what I'm trying to do.” I responded, but she only shook her head and rolled her eyes.
“Whatever, well I also want to tell you that your ex fiancé also resumed work yesterday. I was going to tell you but it slipped my mind.” She announced nonchalantly like she just told me the sky was blue.
“Slipped your mind? Are you kidding me?” I asked, my voice slightly an octave higher.
The buzzing sound of the lobby immediately went quiet and everyone turned to look at us.
“Well designer Harper yelling at your CEO on the first day of work is not going to help you get along with your colleagues.” She said with a mocking smirk on her face.
“I am definitely going to get you for this.” I muttered hurrying toward the elevator.
I have been here before, repeatedly even, but I always wore a mask and covered my face. It was my first time walking freely in my own company and the feeling was fulfilling.
I still can't believe I built such an amazing business for myself.
“This is Mrs Jones, she is the deputy director of the design department and your mentor.” Sara introduced me to a middle aged but very beautiful woman who had one of the prettiest smiles I had ever seen.
“Mrs Harper welcome to la amore designing team.” She greeted me with a warm and polite smile.
“Nice to meet you Mrs Jones.”
“Okay, I believe you all can get along. I will get going.” Sara gave me one last pat on my shoulder before walking away.
“Come on, let me show you your work space and introduce you to your colleagues.” Mrs Jones said.
With a deep sigh and a polite smile on my cheeks I followed her, ready for this new chapter.
“Everyone, I want you to meet Miriam, she will be joining the team. So take care of her and be nice.” Mrs Jones introduced me to a room filled with over twenty people I guess.
“Good day everyone, my name is Miriam.” I greeted, flashing a smile to everyone.
The room was quiet for a while, making the office atmosphere awkward.
“A welcome would be nice.” Mrs Jones chimed in and immediately the tense atmosphere became more jovial with people capping and walking over to congratulate me.
“This is your office space. You can decorate it however you want and this is Clara, you can ask her anything she is currently one of our best designers here.”
She introduced me to a slender looking lady who had pink hair. She looked cute and bubbly with a huge glass sitting between her nose.
“Welcome to the team.”
And like that my first day at the office began.
“I wonder who she is?” Someone who spoke behind me.
“Maybe she is one of the board members' daughters or… mistress.” another chimed in laughing.
I could not figure out who they were talking about.
“She just walked in here and took Monnet’s position when she had no qualifications whatsoever. At first I thought she might be a well known designer but she basically has no qualifications. I wonder how she got this job.”
“I am telling you she is a mistress, it's only a matter of time before someone exposes her. You remember that intern who turned out to be Mr Briggs' mistress and how big the scene was I am betting the scene this time around would be more cinematic.” They gossiped and laughed among themselves.
“ What's her name again?” One asked.
“Mir..Mariam… oh Miriam.”
They were talking about me. That's crazy. I was their boss and had the power to fire their asses and they dare call me a mistress.
I wonder how such brats are working in my company, I need to have a serious talk with Sara on how my employees are being vetted.
It was almost lunch time and I was already famished and exhausted. Working in an office setting was definitely not as easy as I thought it would be and still I haven't gotten any message from Lazar.
Did something happen to him?
“Okay everyone I have someone I want you all to meet. This is the new director of the Brown rover project.” Mrs Jones walked in with someone who looked way too familiar for my liking.
It was none other than my ex fiancé, William.
He had a smug expression on his face as he greeted everyone. One would think he was a charming man based on how he was acting.
All the girls beside me were practically swooning, but I knew the real him.
He was a monster, one I could not wait to get my revenge on.
As soon as his gaze met mine the smug expression on his face immediately turned to confusion.
“Well nice to see you fucker.”
Miriam’s POVThe house felt strangely quiet when I stepped inside which was unusual as Lazar was always at home whenever I arrived from work.I sighed softly and closed the door behind me. My heart felt heavy but also… full. A weird mix. Like two emotions fighting inside me, one afraid, one hopeful.I dropped my bag on the couch and leaned back against the soft cushions, replaying the conversation I had with Sara earlier at the office.Her face had been so serious when I spoke about Lazar. The moment I told her how I had been slowly falling for him, how every day with him made me feel something I didn’t expect, safety… warmth… peace, she didn’t laugh or judge me.Instead, she stared at me with those sharp, kind eyes of hers and said, “Miriam, you have to allow yourself to heal. Not everyone will break you like your parents did. Not everyone will use you like William did. Sometimes people really care.”And I was stunned, because she was right.I was scared. Terrified even, the idea of
Miriam’s POVThe morning sunlight felt too bright. It streamed through the tall windows of Lazar’s penthouse like warm needles, poking at the back of my eyes. I blinked and sat up slowly. I had slept, but not rested. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the van doors slam shut, smelled the cold-metal air, felt the hands grabbing me.Two weeks of rest. That was what Lazar insisted on.But I was slowly losing my mind from just spending two days in the house. I could not wait to go back to work. I was sick and tired of the silence when Lazar was not around. Before I looked forward to my alone time and spending the whole day alone but now I can't even spend two days without feeling suffocated. After much pleading and convincing Lazar finally agreed to let me go to work. It's not like he has the final say on what I decide to do or not but I guess I just wanted his approval.And now I am going back to work. I needed it. I needed something normal.I took a deep breath, smoothed down my cre
Lazar’s POVTaking Miriam home felt like breathing again after nearly drowning.The hospital smell still clung to memory making me feel sick but the warm feeling of her palm on mine made me feel relieved.I kept glancing at her in the car, scared that if I looked away for a second she might disappear and I would never see her again.Her eyes were on the window, watching the city lights blur past. She looked peaceful, tired but also deep in thoughts. I could not begin to imagine what could be going through her mind. The whole event that happened must have taken a toll on her but she was so good at covering it up. When the doctor signed her discharge papers earlier, something inside my chest eased, but the fear still lingered like a shadow that refused to let go. The memory of that day….of almost losing her, clawed at me even now.She turned to me with a small smile. “How are you feeling?” “I’m glad I'm going home.” She replied.Home. The way she said it filled my heart with warmth
Janet's POVIt had been days since the failed kidnapping, yet the thought of it still made my blood boil.I had planned everything so carefully and still, somehow, Miriam had slipped through my fingers.Worse than that, the mercenaries I hired were all found dead. Every one of them.Slaughtered and dumped by the road side. It was just unbelievable and somewhat scary.What could have killed them? Or to be precise who could have killed them?I sat by the window of my study, the dim light from the lamp casting a soft shadow of my body across the floor.I poured myself a glass of wine hoping to calm my nerves while my brain racked, thinking of what to do next. Although I had been very careful when placing my orders, by not using my own name and using a secured communication channel to tell them what I wanted, even the payment I had done was through channels I was sure could never be traced back to me. I had tried to get rid of her anonymously but…it is clear that she clearly has someone
Lazar's POV The strong smell of bleach and anaesthetic was the only thing I could smell.The bright white wall made me uneasy and uncomfortable but I could push through all this discomfort because of Miriam.Seeing her pale and unconscious made my heart ache in ways I can't begin to express.I stood by Miriam's bed and watched her sleep feeling too scared to move away or lose sight of her as I feared the worst might happen if I left her side.Nurses walked in and out, checking her vitals as well as the IV drip connected to her arm.Although the doctors and nurses have reassured me she was okay and was only unconscious due to shock. It does nothing to calm my raging nerves. Over the last few hours Rodosov had been working hard to clean up the mess we left behind, those groups of men who tried to kidnap Miriam.We don't want the police sniffing around because of this incident but I also want to find out who was behind it all. The thought of finding that person filled me with unexplai
Miriam’s POVThe annoying sound of something beeping was all I could hear but I could not see anything, only darkness“Am I dead?” I thought to myself.Suddenly light pieced through the darkness covering my vision.I could finally see again… but am I not supposed to be dead. And what the hell was making that noise?” I thought to myself as I tried to focus my hazy vision.The white ceiling was what I saw followed by the bright bulb that was seconds away from blinding me.“Where am I?” I thought I was dead but strangely enough after life sure looks like a hospital.Or wait…was I in the hospital.Out of nowhere, I felt a warm sensation on my hand. I looked down and he was there.It was Lazar.My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the head full of hair.He was sitting beside me, his head resting on the edge of my bed, his large hand wrapped around mine. “What's he doing here?”His eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling steadily. He looks… exhausted.I blink rapidly, trying to ma







