Chapter 3
~ Ethan ~ “Sir, it seems you don’t understand how crucial this deal is to us,” my assistant, Aiden, said, standing in front of my desk. I barely heard him. My focus was on the glass of whiskey I was slowly swirling in my hand, watching the amber liquid catch the light. Crucial deal. Important. Whatever. I knew that already. Robert Enterprises had been aggressively expanding into the tech sector for years, and this merger was our best shot at securing a dominant foothold. We could probably succeed on our own, but without the right software infrastructure, our ambitions were dead in the water. We needed innovation—something that could redefine digital security on a global scale. And we found it. The app was called Haven. Or rather—she had found it. Miss Carter. The mysterious CEO of Haven. Her app had started as a small project—something grassroots and under-the-radar—but it had exploded into a revolutionary tool for women's safety. AI-powered, real-time threat detection. Evidence securing. Emergency exit planning. It had everything. Governments were using it. Billion-dollar companies were begging for a stake. And now, she was making her first public appearance in New York—not just as a tech CEO, but as a woman who had run the world from Switzerland. The world knew her only as Miss Carter. No photos. No interviews. Just results. I had to respect that. A woman who built an empire in the shadows? Damn, she was dangerous—and brilliant. I sighed and ran a hand down my face, trying to clear my thoughts. “Aiden, I know how important this deal is. Get to the point.” Aiden cleared his throat. “Miss Carter isn’t just selling her software. She’s demanding a merger—on her terms. I received her email this morning. Her secretary will be arriving soon to provide further details. If we want access to Haven’s tech, we have to offer more than money. She wants integration. Full oversight of how her security AI is implemented within our systems.” I rubbed my chin. Smart. “So, she doesn’t trust us.” “Would you, if you were her?” Aiden replied, raising a brow. “She’s not just a CEO—she’s a mogul.” He hesitated before continuing. “Besides… she has options. If we don’t meet her terms, there are at least ten other companies who will.” That caught my attention. “She doesn’t want a buyout?” I asked, watching him closely. “No,” Aiden said firmly. “She refuses to sell Haven to any corporation. She wants a partnership—one where she has equal say, especially in how the AI is used. This is her life’s work.” Carter. The name sent an uneasy chill down my spine. I realized I was still associating it with my worst regret. My worst decision. Snap out of it, Ethan. You made the right choice. You’re just being paranoid. My fingers tapped against the desk as I processed the implications. This wasn’t just business for her. Haven was personal. Had she been through something herself? Was that what drove her to build a fortress of safety for others? “Fine,” I muttered, rising from my chair. “Let’s see what Miss Carter has to say for herself. Has her flight arrived?” “Yes. Her secretary’s already here. Miss Carter will be arriving in less than an hour.” A buzz from my phone stole my attention. A message flashed across the screen: Sienna: Are you ignoring me? Yes. Yes, I was. But she didn’t need to know that. I locked the screen and adjusted my suit. “Let’s go. The board is waiting.” --- The conference room was already filled when I arrived. My board members sat around the long table, murmuring over the sleek presentation on the massive digital screen. Haven’s logo glowed at the center—clean, minimalist. A phoenix woven subtly into the letters. Strength. At the front of the room stood a poised woman—her posture confident, her expression calm. She must’ve been Miss Carter’s assistant. She paused as I entered, offering a polite bow before continuing. “Haven is more than just an app,” she began, voice steady. “It’s an AI-driven security network designed to prevent harm before it happens. It’s already saved thousands of lives. With your infrastructure, it could become the most powerful safety platform in the world.” Richard, one of the older board members, leaned forward. “Miss Carter has declined every acquisition offer from major corporations. If she isn’t interested in selling, why consider a merger with Robert Enterprises?” The assistant smiled. “Because unlike the others, you have something we need—global distribution. You have access to high-security networks, government contracts, and direct lines into industries where Haven could change lives. If we merge, we don’t just grow. We dominate.” Another executive chimed in. “And what exactly does Miss Carter want in return?” She clicked to the next slide. “Complete oversight of Haven’s integration. No modifications. No interference. Not from anyone—regardless of status.” Murmurs rippled through the room. “That’s absurd,” Richard scoffed. “She wants access to our networks but won’t let us optimize her software? What’s to stop her from using it against us? This is a business risk.” The assistant didn’t flinch. “Haven isn’t a product. It’s a mission. Miss Carter will not allow it to be weaponized, manipulated, or used for surveillance beyond its intended purpose.” “Then why partner at all?” another board member demanded. “Because your company is at a crossroads,” she replied smoothly. “Your competitors are moving fast into AI-driven security. Without Haven, you’ll be obsolete in five years.” Silence. I had to admit—I was impressed. This wasn’t a negotiation. It was a warning. And she delivered it flawlessly. Aiden glanced at me. “Sir?” I exhaled slowly, rubbing my temple. “And when do we hear from Miss Carter herself? Surely, I should speak to the CEO directly.” As if on cue, the double doors to the conference room slammed open. Heads turned. The room froze. I looked up lazily, expecting another assistant. Instead, she walked in—and time stopped. My heart seized the moment my brain registered the face. It never left. Without thinking, I shot to my feet, eyes locked on hers as she strode in with calm defiance etched into every step. No smile. No hesitation. Just her. “Mirabella.” The name left my lips in a whisper.Chapter 25~ Mirabella ~“Hey, babe. You look like hell.”I stared at her. No breath. No blink. Just... stared. Like maybe if I looked hard enough, she’d vanish back into whatever dark, twisted corner she’d crawled out from.But she didn’t vanish. She smiled wider. Of course she did.Selina always smiled like that—like every word out of her mouth came with perfume and poison.I bent down slowly, picked up the pen that had fallen from my hand, and signed the last damn letter of my name with a jab that nearly tore the paper. Then I turned on my heel and started walking away.She fell in beside me, those red heels clicking like a metronome of madness.“Wow. No hug? No ‘thank you’ for getting you out of that steel box they tossed you in?”I kept walking. Her perfume followed—some expensive blend of desperation and guilt wrapped in designer notes.She reached for my arm. I jerked it away and shoved past her like she was a wall I had no patience to climb.“Mirabella, come on.” Her voice til
Chapter 24~ Mirabella ~The interrogation room was cold—too cold.Not the kind of cold that brushed your skin and made you shiver a little, no.This was bone-deep, cement-floor, metal-chair, no-windows kind of cold. The kind that crept into your soul and settled there like it owned the place. Like it had been waiting for you all along.A single fluorescent light buzzed above me, flickering faintly every few seconds, like it was mocking my sanity with each blink.I sat there with my hands cuffed to the metal loop drilled into the tabletop. My wrists ached, but I didn’t complain.Not yet.Not when I still had a thousand questions spiraling in my head.Not when my son was lying in a hospital and Ethan had tricked me again.Not when I had been dragged out of that room like some kind of murderer.The door swung open for what felt like the tenth time.Two officers walked in—one tall and broad with a neck thicker than my thigh, the other leaner, with a clipboard he seemed to be using to mea
Chapter 23~ Mirabella ~I hung up before it beeped.Called again.And again.Same result.I wanted to scream. To hurl my phone at the airport walls until the screen shattered and the voicemail with it. But I didn’t. I just gripped the device so tightly my knuckles paled, and hurried toward the main exit, my legs moving like they were no longer mine.“Taxi!” I flagged the first one I saw the moment I stepped outside, yanking the door open and tossing myself and my suitcase in. “Drive—please. Out of here. I’ll give you the address once I have it.”The driver gave me a look but didn’t question me. He simply nodded, pulled away from the curb, and slid into traffic.The city blurred past. Lights, people, signs—none of it made sense. It was like I was moving through static. My fingers hovered over my phone the entire time, eyes flicking to the screen every few seconds. I checked for a missed call. A text. Anything.Nothing.Still nothing.Ethan better not be kidding with such a news.Then,
Chapter 22~ Mirabella ~The airport was unusually quiet for a Thursday. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe the noise was there and I just couldn’t hear it—like the world was moving and I was stuck in between seconds, standing still in a place that no longer felt like mine—alive.I clutched the handle of my one suitcase, the same one I brought when I came back to Switzerland a few weeks ago with dreams packed between layers of baby onesies and sleepless hope. It felt heavier now, but not because of what was inside.Because of what I was leaving behind.My fingers tightened around the grip. My heart hollowed out somewhere beneath my ribs, yet my chest still carried something stubborn—something foolishly hopeful. A small whisper that maybe, just maybe, this was what starting over multiple times looked like. Not brave. Not perfect. Just… necessary.The glass windows beside me overlooked the runway, planes gliding across it like clockwork. I followed their movements with my eyes, but in my mind, a
Chapter 21~ Mirabella ~Mr. Richard laughed.Not the kind of laugh that lightened the mood. Not the kind that made you second-guess your anger. This laugh? It was sharp, mocking, and it scraped across my skin like sandpaper.I didn’t find it funny.My eyes narrowed, cutting through the air between us. “What’s so funny?”He tilted his head, still grinning, and parroted my words back to me with a sneer. “‘Everything,’” he said, mimicking my tone. “‘I want everything.’” His voice was high-pitched and dramatic, a mockery of what I'd just declared. “You make it sound so... poetic.”I didn’t smile. Because nothing was worth beaming my pearly whites.“I can’t give you everything, sweetheart,” he said with a shrug. “This isn’t a fairytale. You have to choose. One thing. Not all.”I leaned in slightly, voice firm as I repeated. “I want everything.”He chuckled again, deeper this time, like I’d just confirmed every twisted thing he thought of me. He relaxed into his seat, folding his arms, eye
Chapter 20~ Mirabella ~I didn’t need a pigeon to flap around chirping nonsense to figure out the message Mr. Richard was delivering. This wasn’t his first threat—just the first time he actually meant it.“I’ll make sure Cole doesn’t recover from this,” he said, each word cold and slow, like a bullet slipping into a chamber. “I’ll make sure you never get near him again. I'll make sure your son will be raised far from your shadow, and you’ll live the rest of your life choking on every regret.”I didn’t flinch. My hand curled beneath the table, pressing against a belly that hadn’t begun to show.“No, you won’t,” I said calmly. “Cole is my fiancé. And I’m carrying his child. I’m pregnant, Mr. Richard.”Let him stew on that.Just because he had wealth, power, and a contact list that could end nations didn’t mean he could stomp through my life and call the shots. I wouldn't let him. Not when I had already lost so much. Not when I loved Cole. Not when this baby—our baby—was growing inside