LOGINMia's POVI remained staring at the door. My mom never walked away like that mid-conversation.My chest tightened.“Okay… no,” I muttered, shaking my head. “That was weird.... like really weird.And I wasn’t about to just let it go.I turned quickly and rushed out of my room with my steps as fast as I moved down the hallway.“Mom!” I called out. “Mom, wait!”There was no answer.I moved faster, reaching the stairs and heading down, scanning the living room and it was mpty.“Mom?” I called again, louder this time.Still nothing.Where did she even go that fast?I turned down one hallway, then another, my frustration growing with every second.“Mom, seriously—”I rounded a corner and walked straight into something, or someone.“Oof—!”I stumbled back slightly, my balance shifting as I caught myself just in time.“Mia, watch it!”I blinked. It was Miles, of course.He stood there, looking mildly annoyed, his phone still in his hand like he had been mid-game before I nearly knocked him ov
Mia's POVI inhaled deeply as I stepped out of the restaurant, my chest rising and falling as I tried to calm myself. My fingers instinctively went to my wrist, rubbing the spot where he had grabbed me... the way his voice had changed when he asked for my age.I shook my head, walking quickly toward my car.“What was that?” I muttered under my breath because that hadn’t just been a normal brunch gone wrong, that had been… something else.I unlocked my car and slid inside, shutting the door a little harder than necessary, and I just sat there, staring straight ahead at nothing as his face flashed in my mind. Then I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.“No,” I said out loud, shaking my head. “That’s ridiculous.”It had to be because I barely knew him. Still, I couldn’t ignore the way my chest felt. Then I exhaled slowly and started the engine.“Just go home,” I told myself. “You’re overthinking this.”I drove out and spent longer than usual on the road.I groaned softly, resting my
Eric's POV“Bella Hayes.”I was on my feet before I even realized I had moved.“What? You knew?” My voice came out sharp in disbelief and a dangerous tone. “You knew?”Sarah flinched, but she didn’t deny it. That was all the confirmation I needed.A harsh, disbelieving laugh tore out of me as I paced away from her, dragging both hands through my hair.“You knew,” I repeated, louder this time, turning back to face her. “All this time… you knew that child was mine, and you said nothing?”“Eric—”“No!” I snapped, cutting her off as I pointed at her. “Don’t say my name like that. Don’t sit there and pretend like this is something small that you can sweet-talk your way out of. You knew all this while, and you kept it to yourself.”Her eyes welled slightly, but I didn’t care anymore.“I was looking for her,” I continued, my voice rising with every word. “Do you understand that? I was looking for my child. I spent seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years—years—trying to find out i
Eric's POVI stood there long after Mia left. The chair across from me sat empty, her untouched plate still warm, and her glass barely touched.My eyes remained fixed on the entrance she had just walked through, my mind replaying her family's name.My chest tightened.No.That didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense because if it did…I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling sharply as I fell back to my seat.That would mean I had been sitting across from my own daughter. I had been talking to her, and laughing with her.My stomach twisted violently.I didn't even recognize her. God, how could I have missed that?“D*mn it,” I muttered under my breath.My jaw clenched.If she were my daughter, then... No. I couldn’t jump to conclusions. I still needed to get my facts set straight. I can't just claim her as my daughter just because she's from the Warren family. I needed proof.“Sir?”I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts as the waiter approached cautiously.I exhaled, straightening sl
Mia's POVFor a moment, neither of us spoke. He was still looking at me, but not the same way he had been just seconds ago. There was something sharper in his eyes now. It was almost like he was searching for something in my face.It made my chest tighten.“Do you know him?” I asked again, softer this time.His jaw shifted slightly, like he was thinking too fast to respond normally.“I’ve heard of him,” he repeated. "Yes."Before I could say anything else, the waiter returned, placing our food down between us. The rich smell of brunch dishes filled the air, but neither of us reacted to it.The waiter poured a glass of water for him. Eric reached for it immediately and gulped it down in one go.I blinked.That… wasn’t normal.“Are you okay?” I asked, leaning forward slightly.He didn’t answer right away. His fingers tightened around the glass for a second before he set it down.“I’m fine,” he said.But he didn’t sound fine not even a little.I frowned.“Are you sure?” I asked again.He
Mia's POV By the time I stepped out of the house, I felt like a criminal because I had managed to dodge breakfast, my mother, and any further discussion about the grand, life-altering, absolutely unnecessary graduation party she was planning for me. It took careful timing, a bit of quiet footwork, and slipping out just as the staff got distracted with something in the kitchen, but I did it. And now, as I slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door behind me, I let out a long breath. “Freedom,” I muttered under my breath, starting the engine. I adjusted my hands on the steering wheel, trying to ignore the way my heart was already beating a little faster than normal. I exhaled slowly, pulling out of the estate gates and onto the road. And by the time I pulled up in front of the restaurant, my nerves had settled just enough for me to pretend I was completely normal. I stepped out of the car, smoothing down my outfit instinctively before heading inside. The restaurant was elegant
Mia's POVBy the time Alan finally called, my chest hurt in that deep, aching way that came from crying too much and thinking too hard. My eyes were already swollen, my head throbbing, my body exhausted from carrying emotions that were too heavy for one night and one morning. Zara was still beside
Mia's POVI turned on Zara.“You know what, Zara... why would you say that?” I snapped, pushing myself up from the chair. My legs felt shaky, but the anger rushing through me kept me steady. “Why would you tell him that?”Zara folded her arms defensively. “Because it’s the truth, Mia.”“That doesn’
Mia's POVThe days leading up to Nikolas’ birthday passed faster than I expected, almost like my life had suddenly shifted into fast-forward without asking for my consent. I kept telling myself it wasn’t a big deal. It was just a birthday party. Just a card from a stranger I’d met once.And yet, so
Mia's POVI hugged Alan a little tighter than usual once the workshop manager finally handed me my keys back. My car sat just outside looking absolutely perfect. There were no dents, no scratches, no reminder that someone had slammed into it days ago and derailed my entire week. It looked like noth







