The Billionaires Rival Heir

Mia stood there with her mouth aghast, stunned at the words of Liam. “ Did she just hear him refer to her as his house help” she wondered. Liam saw that she was not following and came back to drag her out while the people looked at them, mocking her.“I guessed she wanted to have an experience of how people in our class party.” She heard someone say, while the crowd laughed at her as Liam dragged her out like a disobedient child who needed to be punished for a crime.“What are you doing here Mia?” Who gave you this address? Why are you here to embarrass me? Liam shouted at her. He had dragged her to a corner of the hall, far from the people at the party, so they wouldn't hear what they were saying.Just take a look inside, Mia; He said, pointing to the hall full of people dancing and chattering. “What do you see? Do you see anyone in the hall dressed cheaply like you? Even the hotel waiters and waitresses looked more classy than you.Mia looked at the people dancing: women dressed in

Mia kept herself busy job hunting since her breakup with Liam. She needed to raise money for herself as she had squandered her life savings to buy a car gift for him.“Hey dear, how is it going over there?” Have you received any job offers yet? Grace asked her as she came into the room eating some cheese. “No yet Grace, No job offer email yet.” Mia sighed in frustration. It's been more than a month since she has been on it. She has sent her resume to several leading companies in the city. She needed to raise the fifty thousand dollars quickly. You know you still haven't told me the full details about your breakup. I know you were hurting badly, and I didn't want to ask you this. But I am curious, Grace sat down on Mia's bed, eating her cheese while looking at Mia typing on her laptop.“Don't you have any work for today, Grace?”I know what you are about to ask me. It's written all over your face. You want to know where I spent the night after the breakup with Liam.You know me too we

Mia’s eyelids opened up, and she found herself staring up at the bright lights of the tenth-floor lobby ceiling. Blinking in confusion, she tried to piece together what had happened. She remembered the magazine, the photo of Shaw, and then… him, holding her, his arms steadying her as she lost consciousness.Groaning inwardly, she sat up slowly with the help of a security guard, who had brought her a glass of water. A few concerned glances came her way, but she brushed them off, trying to regain her composure. She needed to get out of there, away from Shaw, before he started asking questions.But the man himself was kneeling down beside her, a look of genuine concern on his face. “Are you all right?” he asked, his tone softer than she expected. His gaze held hers,There was something in his eyes that made her feel… safe, and that realization both comforted and unsettled her.“I’m fine, really,” she said, forcing a small smile. “Just a little lightheaded. It must be the stress of starting

Shaw leaned back in his office chair,his fingertips pressed together as he contemplated the news. Mia was pregnant, and he knew it. His doctor had been discrete, following Shaw’s instructions to keep Mia’s condition confidential. As he watched Mia working tirelessly every day, Shaw felt a mixture of intrigue and protectiveness grow within him. Though he was certain Mia hadn’t intended for him to know, the knowledge settled deeply within him, raising questions he wasn’t ready to ask. He didn’t want to intrude, but part of him felt a strange pull—an instinct to look out for her.This internal conflict nagged at him throughout the morning, yet Shaw decided to keep quiet. He’d let Mia share the news when she was ready, all while quietly ensuring she had everything she needed at work. But his train of thought was abruptly interrupted by a sudden knock on his office door.In the apartment, Grace was carefully applying her makeup when an unexpected knock sounded at the front door. She frowne

Mia POVThe night had finally arrived. Standing in front of the mirror in my room, I couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the way the dress fit me. The deep blue fabric hugged my figure, cascading down in soft waves. Grace, as always, was right behind me, teasingly inspecting my reflection over her shoulder.“Honestly, Mia, I think this dress was made for you,” she grinned, fluffing my curls and pretending to adjust the hem of my dress.“Oh, please,” I laughed, nudging her out of the way. I smoothed down the fabric, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with nerves. I took one last glance, adjusted the strap of my dress, and headed downstairs where Shaw was waiting, looking impossibly sharp in a perfectly tailored suit.His gaze softened when he saw me. “You look stunning,” he said, his voice warm.I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat under his intense gaze. “Thank you, Mr. Carter,” I replied softly, feeling the power of the moment between us.We made our way to his car, and before I kn