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Ian's POV The office lights cast a sterile white glow over the room, but even that couldn’t sterilize the chaos that had just strutted through the door in five-inch heels and an attitude as bold as her lipstick. "Mia?" I asked, eyebrows knitting together. "What are you doing here?" She shut the door with a slow, deliberate click, her red nails grazing the handle as if sealing the moment like a trap. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floors—each step a warning, each sway of her hips a challenge. “Come on, Ian,” she purred, her voice a silky dagger. “I’m here to see you. What’s with the long face? Miss me already?” I leaned back in my chair, folding my hands behind my head to keep them from balling into fists. I had paperwork to deal with, not ex-fiancées who thought the world still spun around them. "Miss you?" I scoffed, chuckling under my breath. "You really are something, Mia." She ignored my sarcasm and strutted across the room like she owned it, her perfume trailing beh
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Mona’s POVMy phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, but I was already pacing like a madwoman, chewing my thumbnail to the quick. The last thing I needed today—on top of the back-to-back investor calls, a missing assistant, and a sprained heel—was silence from Ian.I picked up the phone on the fourth ring, already wound tighter than piano wire. “About time you answered,” I snapped, one hand on my hip, the other waving in the air like I had an audience. “You alive or did you finally get crushed under the weight of your own ego?”“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” Ian’s voice came through, smooth and lazy like he hadn’t just vanished for six hours. “What’s wrong now?”Wrong? Wrong?Oh, I was on the brink.“Wrong is that you’ve disappeared off the face of the planet. Wrong is that you skipped breakfast, skipped your meeting with Bennett, and wrong is—hold on, wait a damn second—is that roasted chicken I smell?”Ian made a noise between a cough and a laugh. “Maybe. Flynn brought it.”Ever
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Mia – POVI stood in the center of my room, arms crossed tight against my chest like a barrier to everything pressing in on me. The walls felt smaller than I remembered. The silence was too loud. I kept pacing, each step matching the beat of the fury thrumming in my chest.Ian. That man had the audacity to look at me like I was a stranger—cold, dismissive, like the past few months didn’t matter. I left the state for a damn business deal, not a vacation. I was building something—us, or so I thought. And now I was back, treated like I’d betrayed him by breathing in another zip code.Ungrateful bastard.“Mia? What’s wrong?” My mother’s voice floated in from the balcony like an unwanted breeze.I rolled my eyes, dragging my fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots just to release the pressure in my skull.“Stop, Mom,” I snapped without looking at her. “I don’t want you to start asking me questions that break me.”She stepped inside, her presence like a storm cloud hovering just above
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Ian’s POV“Pick up, silly girl!” I growled, slamming my fist against the arm of my office chair. It spun slightly with the force, the leather groaning beneath me.The phone buzzed in my hand—straight to voicemail. Again.“Mia,” I muttered under my breath, jaw clenched tight.She was dodging my calls now. Typical. Always running when things got messy. But this time, it wasn’t about feelings, love, or the thousand little arguments we left unresolved between kisses and slammed doors. No—this was business.My company had just locked in a potential game-changing collaboration with her firm. Her signature was the final key. Just one damn name on a dotted line, and we could break into the European market like kings. But she was the CEO. Her word was law.And she wasn’t picking up.I stood, pacing the room, the city lights outside casting jagged shadows across my desk. My office was high-rise, expensive, cold. Just like I liked it. But right now, it felt like a goddamn prison.I dialed her ag
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Mia’s POVImmediately the call with Ian ended, I turned on my Bluetooth and connected to my car speakers. I needed this moment—needed to hear her scream with that ridiculous, high-pitched glee that only emerged when Ian’s name came up. That woman never hid her obsession with him. Not when we were together, not even after everything went to hell.I leaned back into my seat, exhaled sharply, and unbuckled my seat belt. My heart was racing, the weight of the last twenty minutes sitting heavy on my chest. I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to pull myself back together. I tapped her number and pressed the call button.“C’mon… pick up, Mom,” I muttered, my fingers rhythmically tapping the steering wheel. “Don’t fail me now.”The line clicked.“Mia!” Her voice immediately erupted with excitement. “Maiia baby, what’s going on? Did Ian call you? I told you he would! I told you he—”“Yes, yes, yes—he called,” I interrupted, rolling my eyes with a smirk she couldn’t see. “You can calm your
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Mia’s POVHe exhaled. “Mia, this doesn’t have anything to do with—”“Oh, it doesn’t?” I said, laughing with disbelief. “That’s interesting. Because the last time I checked, you were parading around with that silicone Barbie like she was your forever after.”He sighed, the kind of sigh that wasn’t tired—it was guilty. I knew that sound. I’d heard it too many times when I caught him lying by omission.“You’re deflecting,” I said sharply. “Why?”“Because she’s not in the picture anymore,” he said, suddenly serious. “She doesn’t live with me. She hasn’t for over a month.”I blinked, stunned for a second.“What?” I said slowly. “You broke up?”He didn’t say anything.“Oh my god,” I whispered, the pieces clicking in my head. “You two broke up. And now suddenly you’re interested in working with me?”“I’ve been interested in working with you since the deal was proposed,” he replied firmly. “Don’t twist it.”“Oh honey, I’m not twisting a damn thing. I’m just connecting dots. The timeline’s too
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Mona’s POVMy fingers trembled around the handle of my bag, but I wasn’t sure if it was from rage or betrayal. I had tracked Ian here like a madwoman, using a location-sharing app I clowned onto his phone when I felt something in my gut — that sharp, stinging woman’s instinct. And there he was, sitting across from her. Mia. The girl who couldn't read a chapter, let alone close the book.“Yes, it’s me,” I said, my voice shaking, barely above a whisper. “Is she the reason you've been skipping breakfast and ignoring my calls?”I took a step forward. My heels clicking against the marble tiles were the only sound between us. I saw Ian’s lips part like he wanted to say something — a thousand excuses forming behind his guilty eyes — but before he could, she stood up like she owned the air we breathed.“Ian has no explanation to give for his attitude towards you, Madam Mona,” Mia said, her voice laced with smug venom. She tossed her sleek hair behind her shoulder, like she was about to walk a
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Mona’s POVIan?Wait—what the hell are you doing here?I blinked once. Twice. But no, I wasn’t hallucinating. It was him. Ian Devereux, standing like a ghost from a past I had just buried — in broad daylight, in front of my favorite corner café, where I was supposed to be minding my business and my cappuccino.I narrowed my eyes, instantly on edge. “I thought we got things over. You chose Me over me, remember? So what’s with the long face? She not reading bedtime stories anymore?”He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His hair was messier than usual, like he’d been running his hands through it out of habit. He wore the same black coat I once stole to sleep in, and the way it clung to his frame made him look colder, heavier… like guilt had a physical weight.“Mona,” he said my name like it was an apology in itself. I didn’t flinch.“No, seriously,” I continued, folding my arms across my chest. “What do you want, Ian? Closure? A sequel? Or are you just here to remind me that I was stu
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Flynn’s POVBut Mona wasn’t having it. She stepped into the doorway, blocking my exit. Her presence filled the space, making the already small hallway feel even more suffocating."No, no, no, Flynn," she said, shaking her head in mock sympathy. "You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on." She crossed her arms tighter across her chest, making sure I knew she wasn’t backing down. "You don’t just sneak out of here without telling me where you’re going. You work for me, remember?"I bit my lip to keep from snapping. Mona had this habit of reminding me of my position every chance she got, and it never failed to get under my skin. I didn’t want to fight her, but I knew I had no choice. If she got curious enough, she’d find out more than she needed to, and that would put me in even more danger."I’m just... taking care of some things. Personal stuff." I repeated, my voice a little more forceful this time, hoping she'd buy it.But Mona was no fool. Her sharp eyes bored into
