Mag-log inMira's POV “Yes, ma'am." James replied, “Personal assistant." My eyes narrowed. What was he saying? Wasn't he the personal assistant to Adrian? “How?!" Selena screamed at the top of her lungs, causing coworkers to pause their activities. “How can a dry cleaner be a personal assistant after just a few weeks of working here?!" She asked angrily. "Mira was a dry cleaner?” One of the employees asked another. “I never knew." The other replied. “I have been here for more than three years.” Selena hissed, " I was promoted only once, and that was after a year. How did Mira get a promotion so fast? She doesn't even know anything!" " Oh my, does that mean Mira is better than Selena?" Someone asked and Selena barked. “Shut up!" I wanted to chuckle. But I held it in. She walked closer to me and snapped her finger in front of me, “Do you really think Mr. Adrian will listen to you over me after years of working here?" I lifted my brows at her, not cowering one bit." You are nothing bu
Mira's POV From the window in my room, I watched Adrian get into the black Lexus. My heart hasn't calmed down, my fingers still shiver from his touch, and my face is still damn red from those whispers of promises. I know I shouldn't believe them, but something in me did without knowing. I stared down at the ring, recalling his touch. It wasn't a romantic marriage, yet I felt like my entire six years of marriage weren't as heated as one night with Adrian, whose marriage was one of convenience. Yet I wondered, how can I be this soft? Allowing myself to get fooled again?How can I allow his touch to affect me the way it did—after all I have been through in the hands of Joseph? A knock interrupted my thoughts. “Come in." The door creaked open, and Grandfather stepped in. On his face was a wide smile, and in his hand was a gift. “You're still awake." He said as he closed the door behind him. “I just got into the room, Grandfather," I answered, knowing he was going to find any me
Mira's POV Tears welled up in my eyes as I ate. I could have easily said I was okay and didn't want to eat— that I ate something back at the hospital. But I couldn't. Not when that warm, buttery scent drifted into the air—rich cream, garlic, and melted cheese blending together. Pale ribbons of pasta glistened under the light, steam curling gently from the plate. A sprinkle of Parmesan rested on top like fresh snow. It looked simple, it looked comforting… It looked like my mother had come from heaven to prepare this specially for me. I couldn't help it. I ate. And I left nothing behind. It brought back memories. Memories from my childhood. No one has been able to make it as good as Mother does. But this… this was it. I looked at Adrian. What should I say to him? How did he know creamy pasta with seafood was my favourite? Where did he get it? Why was he good to me?So many questions filled my heart. My eyes shone with gratitude. All the rage and anger I had saved up for t
Mira's POV The car was parked in front of the hospital. I didn't step down. We both remained quiet. The driver pretended to be invisible.My butt was literally glued to the seat because I didn't know how serious he was. What if I went in only to find out I've been tricked? I owed this same person the sum of forty million. Why would he settle the medical bills, along with that forty million?Not to mention the bill he sorted at the mall the other day. " Here.” He passed me a card. A black card. My eyes widened. " A—why?” " You might need it for food and other expenses.” He replied, staring deep into my soul. My fingers trembled. I reached for it." Thank you.” I didn't know when I blurted that out. He was like the prince in shining armor. Always showing up. Always finding a way to settle any commotion I found myself in. " You should go.” He said after a while.I nodded, realizing that I really should be by Ann's side at a time like this. I picked up my purse and stepped
Mira's POV I stepped down from the cab, my eyes scanning the Civil Affairs building. What the hell was I doing? ***A few hours ago***“Mira, Mom.” Ann’s trembling voice rang out through the phone, " She's at the hospital." I sprang to my feet. And without thinking twice, I rushed over. The doctor said surgery was needed immediately. Ann stared at me with tears rolling down her cheeks. Guilt washed over me. I didn't have the money.Ann was the only one who had been spending money on me all these years. And I couldn't do anything for her when she needed it the most. The little I had was in the account Joseph had frozen. I have to do something. I pulled out my phone from my purse, ready to call Father. He should help even this once. But his name appeared on my screen instead. My heart skipped. He was calling. I answered immediately,“Father, I was just about—" “Don't you dare call me your father!" He cut me off, his voice sharp, “Tomorrow is the last day. If you don't go back t
Adrian's POV The golf course was one place I knew I could ask Elder Andrew to meet, and he would not refuse. He and my grandfather used to always come to play golf. At a young age, Grandfather would bring me here as well. He never wanted to leave me alone with those foxes called family–something Grandmother had made him do. I adjusted my grip and swung.The club sliced cleanly through the air, the ball flying far across the green before disappearing into the distance.““Not bad,” Elder Andrew said, stepping forward with a nod of approval. “Not bad at all.”“I know I still won't be as good as you are." The side of my lips tugged. He chuckled, took his stance, and swung with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times. The ball landed perfectly.I didn’t need commentary to know I’d lost. Was I feeling bad about that? No. I had stopped feeling horrible for losing to an old man years ago. The only person I knew who could beat Elder Andrew was Grandfather. They were both g





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