ANMELDENAnd just like that, weeks passed for Mia. The days blended together so smoothly that sometimes she woke up confused about what day it even was anymore. Everything around her had slowly settled into a strange routine. Like Max promised, Melissa stopped hovering around her constantly. At least openly. Mia still wasn’t fully convinced she wasn’t being watched somehow. She had become too cautious to believe otherwise. Every time she walked through the mansion hallways, every time she paused too long somewhere, every time she glanced at a locked door or a suspicious room, she couldn’t stop the feeling that someone somewhere would eventually report it back to Max. That alone was enough to make her nervous. So she stopped trying. At least for now. The hallway incident had already been too risky. And after the conversation she had with Max in the garden, Mia realised she couldn’t afford to make another careless mistake. Not when the wedding was this close. So she decided to put
Mia waited until she heard the sound of Melissa’s footsteps completely disappear down the hallway before she finally moved. The moment the house became quiet again, she quickly walked toward the door of her room and locked it carefully. Her heart was still uneasy from everything that had happened earlier with Doris. She leaned against the door for a few seconds and let out a slow breath. The entire visit had felt like some sort of test. Every question Doris asked had made Mia nervous. Every glance had made her feel like she was being studied. And the worst part was that Doris was kind. That somehow made the guilt sitting inside Mia’s chest feel even heavier. Mia slowly walked further into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes drifted toward her phone resting on the nightstand. She hesitated. Then finally reached for it. Maybe Jessa’s reaction would tell her something. Because the more Mia thought about it, the more confused she became. If Dori
Doris didn’t say a single word throughout the drive home. She sat quietly in the backseat of the car with her legs crossed elegantly, her fingers lightly tapping against the armrest as she stared out of the tinted window. The city passed by in a blur of light, but her mind remained elsewhere completely. Her mind was on Max and Mia. The image of them standing side by side at the entrance of the estate replayed again in her head. Something about it had unsettled her. Not because Max was getting married. No. Because it was Max. Her brother did not suddenly bring strangers into his life. He especially didn’t bring them into that house. Doris sighed softly and leaned back against the seat. The driver glanced at her briefly through the rearview mirror before focusing back on the road. The entire visit had been strange. Not suspicious enough for her to confidently point fingers at anything, but strange enough to leave questions lingering in her mind. Mia herself had looked ner
Mia couldn’t help but keep stealing glances at him. The dining room was quiet except for the soft clink of cutlery against plates. The long dining table suddenly didn’t feel as intimidating as it once had, but it still carried the same suffocating atmosphere whenever Max sat across from her. He looked calm as always. Like nothing in the world could truly shake him. Mia lowered her eyes to her plate again, pushing the food around with her fork without really paying attention to what she was eating. Her thoughts were somewhere else completely. On him. What would happen when Max Hult finally found out why she agreed to marry him? The thought made her stomach tighten painfully. Would he immediately call off the wedding? He had to. No sane person would continue with something like this after finding out the woman he was about to marry had entered his life because she was sent to steal from him. Mia swallowed hard. Would he be angry? Disgusted? Disappointed? The last thought
Max was halfway to his meeting when his phone vibrated. He barely paid attention to it at first, his attention fixed on the documents Scott was currently going through beside him in the car. But when he glanced at the screen and saw Melissa’s name, his eyes narrowed slightly. Melissa was instructed to only report to him when it was important after the previous day. He opened the message immediately. [Your sister is on her way to the estate. She called ahead. She wants to see Miss Mia.] Max’s expression instantly hardened. Scott noticed the subtle change immediately. “What happened?” he asked carefully. Max locked his phone and leaned back into the seat. “My sister is at the house.” Scott blinked. “Now?” Max nodded once. “She informed Melissa beforehand.” Scott immediately understood the problem. Mia. Max glanced out the window for a few seconds before suddenly speaking again. “Turn around.” Scott looked at him through the rearview mirror. “The meeting, sir?” “R
Mia was still asleep when she heard a soft knock on her door. At first, she ignored it and buried her face deeper into the pillow, half asleep and too exhausted to care. But the knock came again, this time followed by Melissa’s calm voice. “Miss Mia?” Mia’s eyes slowly fluttered open. For a few seconds she simply stared at the ceiling, disoriented and groggy, before everything from her last conversation with max came rushing back to her. Her chest tightened slightly. She sat up slowly and ran her hand through her messy hair before dragging herself out of bed and walking toward the door. When she opened it, Melissa stood outside with two maids behind her as usual. “Good morning,” Melissa greeted politely. “Morning,” Mia murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep. Melissa studied her for a brief second before speaking again. “Mr Hult asked that you take the day off from the wedding preparations.” Mia blinked. “What?” Melissa nodded calmly. “You are to res
Mia returned to her room in a daze, her mind still spinning from everything Max had said in the study. She pushed the door open and froze because the first thing she saw was boxes There were boxes everywhere. Large boxes stacked against the walls, smaller ones lined neatly at the foot of the
Jessa’s apartment was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that made every second feel longer than it actually was. Jessa stood by the window, her arms crossed tightly and her eyes staring at the skyline though she wasn’t really seeing it. She was thinking. Everything was supposed to be going acco
Mia was led down another long hallway, her heart pounding harder with every step. The maid stopped in front of a large wooden door and knocked once before opening it. “Sir,” the maid said softly. Mia stepped inside. The first thing she noticed was a man... He was standing near the desk, a
Mia didn’t touch the food. She sat there for what felt like forever, staring at the untouched plate in front of her, her stomach twisted into tight knots. The smell of food that had once made her mouth water now made her feel sick. Her heart wouldn’t slow down, her thoughts racing far too fast fo







