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MIRA The world is spinning. Yes, that should be it because that is the only suitable explanation for the dizzying feeling that rocks my world.I almost sink to the ground, barely conscious of my surroundings, but steel arms wrap around my middle and I’m aware of being held against a hard, heated chest before I’m lowered to the bed.“Mira? Baby, are you okay? How do you feel?”That soft, silky baritone snaps me from my mini swooning phase and I flinch away, registering the hurt look in his eyes as I stumble backwards.“Don’t. Don’t touch me. Please, stay away.” I can hear the note of fear in my voice and internally curse myself for it.To my relief, Mason stays on the other side of the bed and no longer makes attempts to touch me in any way.My heart thunders as I take in his now cold, closed off expression. A part of me silently begs him to debunk the bomb he just dropped, to tell me that this is all some weird ass joke.He doesn’t. Instead, he watches me closely as he backs toward
MIRAMy temples begin to ache from the barrage of information I’ve just been dealt with and I massage them with trembling fingers.I barely register as Mason moves from his perch on the edge of the bed and crouches before.I feel the gentle pressure of his hands against mine and my eyes fly open, surprised at our close proximity.His beautiful eyes are narrowed with concern as he stares intently at me.“Baby? Are you okay?” He inquires softly.Without thinking, I flinch away from him, not looking long enough to see the hurt in his eyes at my obvious rejection.I’m too busy try to get a grip on my scattered emotions.“Don’t do that, Mira. Please.” He groans, his words tugging at the strings of my heart.I desperately want to fall into his arms and reassure him that everything will be okay between us. I desperately want to climb into bed with him, hold him close and forget everything he’s just said, but my troubled soul is not onboard with that plan. At all.“So all this time, Halloway
MASON – TEN YEARS AGO“Sir, Miss Hayley is here to see you.” I look up from the mass of papers on my desk to find my secretary leaning against the door.“Excuse me?”“Miss Hayley. She just arrived. Should I send her in?”I lean back in my seat, waiting for the stroke of excitement that usually fills me whenever I hear her name… but I feel nothing this time. My heart is cold and empty and the thought of Hayley coming here just fills me with unease.Apparently noticing my sour expression, my secretary hurriedly backtracks.“Sir, I could inform her that you’re in a meeting. That is if…”I give her an odd look. I appreciate her concern but I do not like my secretary harbouring thoughts that she can help my situation in any way.“No, Rachel. I wouldn’t want you to lie to my best friend. Send her in.”Rachel lowers her head, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment and I instantly feel like the greatest of all jerks. The poor woman was only trying to help me and I threw it back in her face.M
MIRAI’m pretty sure Mason has gone psycho ever since my “little admission” a few hours ago. I’m currently huddled under a blanket in his living room with Vanessa, while Mason and Damon are both staring at us like we’re atomic bombs waiting to explode.“Hayley is dead… I just know it.” Damon mutters, frustration evident in his tone.“Well, where’s her goddamn body then?” Vanessa asks. “I’m telling you that Mira is definitely right in her suspicions. That bitch, Halloway is hiding something, and I can vouch for the weird queen we saw sitting beside her in that torture room. I saw her with my own eyes! And she had a scar on one half of her face. She also had an uncanny resemblance to Halloway. Can someone please explain that?”Mason stops his pacing and leans across the bar, those intense blue orbs fixed intensely on me, making my insides melt.He hasn’t touched me nor even looked at me since Vanessa and Damon got here. And weirdly, I want him to.I did not envision him being halfway a
MIRA Rage. Yes, that’s the only way I can deal with this pain. That’s the only way I want to deal with it.Tears cascade down my cheeks as I run to the master bedroom. My heart is full and heavy. I feel broken, completely shattered.Just when I thought there was light at the end of the tunnel for us, Mason has done it again. I laid myself bare. I cut myself open for him and all he did was continue to take that bitch’s side. My heart twists and burns with hatred…and something darker. Something so potent, so venomous, I nearly choke from it.I slam the room door closed, brushing impatiently at the tears that blur my vision. The combination of pain, rage and sorrow within me makes it almost difficult to breathe.I do not even realise when I fall on my knees. I lift my head to the heavens and open my mouth in a silent scream, hoping the anguish within me can escape as well.It doesn’t work. Nothing works. Instead, my bruised heart only tightens further.I look around the room, not s
ANONYMOUS The end is near. I can feel it. I stare at my reflection in the broken, cracked mirror, unable to recognize the black eyed woman who stares back at me.My fingertips hover over the curve of my scar and my heart tightens with poisonous, venomous rage.I shut my eyes and hot, scalding tears slide down my cheeks as memories of the last time I saw them assail my poor, abused brain.He was with her. They were laughing. They looked happy. He looked happy… genuinely happy. My eyes fly open and without thinking, I punch my fists through the mirror, the rage shooting through my veins making it difficult to feel the sharp pain that shoots up my arm.“Mason Lachlan,” I say into the quiet darkness, “I’m coming for you. I will ruin you just like you ruined me. I’m coming for you… and I promise that I will hit you so hard, you will never recover.”
MIRA“Mason! Mason, listen to me. Step away from the mirror right now.”His back heaves with effort and gleams with beads of sweat as he goes completely still. He turns away from the mirror and my heart tightens when I see his empty, tortured expression.His gaze falls to my still bleeding palm and I hurriedly try to move it out of his line of sight.Heart thumping, I stretch a hand out to him.“Mason. Come here. Please, come to me.”After what feels like forever, he shakes his head, his gaze still focused on my dripping hand.“I hurt you.” His voice is husky and emotionless. It scares the living hell out of me.“Mason, we’ll get through it together. Please, just step away from the mirror and come to me.”His gaze finds mine once more and he steps back.“Why do I always do that? No matter how hard I try, no matter how careful I am, you always end up getting hurt one way or the other. Why?”I can sense the atmosphere in the room grow tense as Mason’s temper begins to aggravate.“Why do
MIRAAfter that raw, emotional moment, neither of us speak.Mason lifts my limp body into his arms and I go willingly, curling myself against the strong warmth of his chest.We remain silent as we move past the broken shards of glass in the bedroom. Mason walks through the silent suite until we get to the kitchen. He sets me down on the cold counter and parts my thighs, moving to stand between them.Then he takes my face in his hands and leans forward to drop a soft, tender kiss on my forehead.“Don’t do that to me again, baby. Please. Don’t ever hurt yourself again because of me.”I hold his intense stare with a determined one of my own.“And how about you? Will you keep smashing your fists through mirrors? Because if you will, then I guess I will, too.”His eyes widen in surprise at my slightly sharp tone but I refuse to back down. Seeing that I will not be deterred, Mason takes one quick look at my bloodied hands and shakes his head immediately.“I won’t smash my fists through any