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I heard her before I saw her, she had a habit of greeting loudly, it wasn't a bad one, it brightened up people's days like it did mine even though it wasn't directed at me.The outer door clicked open and closed again, then her voice pitched at a higher register she used when she'd already decided to be annoyed with me before she even walked in."He's outside right now," she said, tossing her coat on the couch before dropping into the chair across from myMirabella"What about my marriage?" My voice came out hollow, my cheek still stinging from the slap. "Sit down, Mirabella.""I'll stand." He didn't argue, dropping into the armchair, elbows on his knees, studying me like I was some failed investment. "Zoya Voss came to see me. A few weeks back.""Zoya?" The floor tilted slightly. "Why would she come to you?""Apparently a lot of people are concerned for you. She was concerned for you.” He flashed a smile. My stomach twisted.“She implied there were things about the Hartleys we should have made sure you understood before the wedding." His jaw tightened. "I didn't like being lectured by a stranger about my own daughter, but she wasn't wrong that you deserved to hear it eventually. She made it plain she'd tell you herself if we didn't."I swallowed the boulder sitting on my throat. "Tell me what, exactly?""The company faced trouble last year. Somet
Bella My hands found my mouth and covered it.Me? Right hands? For Hilda's painting of Theo.No no…noOh my God! I turned away from the painting, dropped my hand to my waist, and my mind ran a thousand miles.The earlier excitement had curdled into something closer to dread. What if I ruined it. What if my hands, however trained, however careful, weren't enough to finish honoring whatever she'd been reaching for when illness or exhaustion or whatever had actually taken her stopped her from finishing it herself. What if Theo ever found out I'd touched this without him even knowing it existed, on top of everything else neither of us had told the other lately.No way on earth was I going to do it. I'll pack it up, write up a note and send it over.It wasn't in my place to do any of this.I left the frame and walked back to the main house on shaky legs, needing water.I was still standi
MirabellaIt was like he'd disappeared even more into work since we had that dinner. He hadn't spoken to me and if he looked at me since then, I didn't notice. It's been three days.It felt like someone had cut the light of my life and what annoyed me the most was the effect his silence had on me. It was beyond annoying and even more reeling that he appeared completely unfazed.Some days he came home, some days he sent texts telling me not to wait up that he'd be late, which often ran into him dropping by in the morning and leaving soon after.I'd called Benny to seek some counsel since Benny literally raised him, perhaps he could have some ideas on how I could reach out to Theo, appeal to him. It would've helped if Benny could've done it in person but he wasn't coming in till the next week but all Benny could tell me was that Theo was like a rock when it was about his mother. It was a sore topic and anyone who brought it up with him was bound to
TheoI smiled and greeted Benny as he took my coat as soon as the elevator chimed open, making me wonder if he'd been waiting there for me all night after I'd told him I would be late.There was no reason to be late, no late meetings, no emergencies, it was only my dread of having a conversation with my wife.I'd successfully kept my own ill feelings to myself, there was no telling how I would react or if I would be able to control it. I'd been nursing the green that spilled over my insides after watching Harper and my wife that day.How close they stood together, the way she'd drawn close.Harper hasn't been in the office since then, he'd been on a trip to Singapore for business.“Dinner is set young sir.” He fondly said.Benny's been bent on doing things like this for me despite my orders to leave a job that no longer served him and just act like an old man and retire to his grandkids up south. He never listened. Not e
MirabellaI checked my phone for the fourth time in less than ten minutes, the message still sitting there unanswered Dinner tonight? you've been distantThe two little ticks are grey instead of blue, delivered but not read, or read and ignored, I couldn't tell which was worse.When was the last time I was so hung up on a reply from someone, let alone someone who should hold an insignificant place in my life.I locked the screen, stuffed my phone into my bag and looked up to find Sergei watching me from across the atrium with an amused expression. I'd never been more irritated by a person's happiness. "What are you looking at?" I said, sharper than I intended and I didn't regret it."Nothing." He threw his face not quick enough because I caught his smile.I rolled my eyes at him "I'm allowed to check my phone, no?""You are." again, a faint, infuriating smile. "I'm simply observing.""Well, o
TheoThe man across my desk called himself Callahan. I had my doubts about the name though, he looked too raunchy and awfully stiff to bear the name. And his glasses were odd, a half thought given to a costume hoping it would mask his real character.Callahan definitely isn't the name on his birth certificate and neither was he a real blonde. The wig was ill fitting, if not for how irritated I'd been feeling since the incident with my wife and what ensued after, Harper, I would have cackled.I settled for a small repressed smile.In the field of work I do, Callahan was popular for scouting and looting cleanly. I'd done my own due diligence of knowing who approached me before they did.Word came to me that he was scouting for channels to loot and hide one of the most exquisite pieces from old Italia. I'd expected him to come sooner since the news of the loot had gone public but I was disappointed. I should've known better though, beca
TheoI must have lost my mind to have let her out of my sight after almost losing control with her in that dressing room.Couples usually stuck together during their wedding reception but she fluttered like the most vibrant butterfly in the room. I loved to see her in her element, though she barely
Mirabella I needed air but even though I was breathing it wasn't enough. My throat had stretched so thin that air just couldn't pass through. The air pricked my throat, it couldn't pass through and the ones that did constricted my chest.The ache was dull at first but the pain began to pull, to te
I got down first and fastened my suit jacket. The entirety of this wedding would be a success only if I got the expression I wanted from my wife.My wife.I was watching her from the moment she stepped out of the car, she was distracted from the view, adjusting her train and eventually pulling off
Everyone was playing with me.They always did, not once has there ever been a time anyone took me seriously or cared for what I had to say. It was always I'm sure Mira wouldn't mind.All this was fishy, how was everyone fine with me marrying my sister's fiance.I wanted to flee from this sham and d







