The room was silent, too silent. Mia sat at the edge of the king-sized bed, unmoving. Her fists were clenched tightly in her lap as if releasing them would let the rage spill over. She’d woken up in a cage made of gold. And gold, she realized, still choked just the same. The door opened without a knock. A girl stepped in, barely older than her. Slender frame, neat black uniform, hair pinned back in a perfect bun. Eyes brown and watchful, like someone used to silence. The girl curtsied quickly. “Good morning, Miss Linth. I’m Ava. I’ve been assigned to serve you.” Mia arched a brow. “Assigned to serve me?” Ava nodded. “Personal maid. I’m here to make your stay... easier.” “Is that what this is?” Mia murmured. “A stay?” Ava’s lips parted, but she didn’t answer. She turned instead to tidy the room, moving like a shadow. Controlled. Careful. Used to fear. Mia watched her. “You scared of him?” Ava froze only for a second barely noticeable. But it was there. “I follow orders,” sh
The mansion’s atmosphere changed the moment she arrived. She wore red silk and the smug kind of confidence that came with knowing people once begged for your attention. Her smile was forced elegance. Her heels clicked like gunshots against the marble. Gun didn’t flinch. Mia, standing at the top of the stairs, watched silently as the woman approached Gun and kissed both his cheeks. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to. Because in that moment, Mia saw it in her eyes: the performance. The act. The show. This wasn’t a mother looking for her son. This was a woman looking to reclaim relevance. Titan stood behind Mia, holding her hand tighter than usual. His little voice was soft. “Who’s that, pretty lady?” She crouched beside him, swallowing hard. “I don’t know, baby.” Gun led the woman into the drawing room without even introducing her. The doors closed behind them, and for a long moment, silence stretched through the hallway like ice. Arrow passed by and nodded once at Mi
The days that followed were oddly quiet. No dramatic announcements. No grand gestures. No new threats or reminders of ownership. Just… silence. Mia stuck to Titan like glue, his laughter the only balm to the wound inside her. He had unknowingly become her shield, her purpose, her peace. Every morning, he insisted on having breakfast in her room, dragging his toy lion by the tail as he bounced into her arms. And every night, he refused to sleep until she was lying beside him, her arms tucked around his tiny frame. To the maids, it was strange. To the butlers, mildly inconvenient. But to Arrow, it was a miracle. “You realize,” he said one morning as Mia helped Titan lace up his tiny shoes, “that boy used to scream if anyone but Gun tried to pick him up.” Mia looked up, surprised. “Even his nannies?” “Especially his nannies,” Arrow replied. “He didn’t let anyone in. And now look at him glued to your side like he came from you.” Mia smiled faintly. “Maybe he did… in another lif
The morning came cloaked in silence. Mia awoke to the gentle light of the sun streaming through the grand curtains. Titan was no longer beside her. For a brief moment, she panicked until she heard his distant laughter echoing from the hallway, likely with his nanny or Arrow. She sighed in relief, sitting up… only to find a cream-colored envelope on her nightstand. Her name was written on it in elegant gold ink. With shaky hands, she opened it. “You are to be present in the courtyard at noon. Wear white.” G. There was no explanation. No detail. Just white and noon. Something about the note made her stomach twist. She didn’t understand why, but it felt like something was coming something final. The maids came in shortly after, almost too silently, not meeting her gaze. They dressed her in an angelic white dress, cinched at the waist with delicate pearls. She looked like a bride. But she felt like a prisoner walking to the gallows. When she stepped into the courtyard, her
Gun hadn’t meant to check on her. It was just a late-night walk. At least, that’s what he told himself when his feet carried him to her hallway. But standing there silently in the doorway of her chambers something inside him stirred. Mia, curled protectively around Titan, both of them sleeping soundly. The little boy’s hand was clutching her silk nightgown like a lifeline. Mia's face, though tear-stained, looked at peace for the first time in days. Gun didn’t know what it was guilt? Jealousy? Regret? The gnawing in his chest wasn’t one he recognized, and that alone made him turn around and disappear before he did something foolish… like walk in. The next morning, sunlight bled gently into her room. Titan stirred first, eyes fluttering open to find himself buried in Mia’s arms. “Morning, pretty lady,” he whispered sleepily. Mia smiled, brushing his hair back. “Morning, Baby T.” He giggled and kissed her cheek like he always did now innocent, pure, completely hers in ways she co
Gun hadn’t meant to check on her. It was just a late-night walk. At least, that’s what he told himself when his feet carried him to her hallway. But standing there silently in the doorway of her chambers something inside him stirred. Mia, curled protectively around Titan, both of them sleeping soundly. The little boy’s hand was clutching her silk nightgown like a lifeline. Mia's face, though tear-stained, looked at peace for the first time in days. Gun didn’t know what it was guilt? Jealousy? Regret? The gnawing in his chest wasn’t one he recognized, and that alone made him turn around and disappear before he did something foolish… like walk in. The next morning, sunlight bled gently into her room. Titan stirred first, eyes fluttering open to find himself buried in Mia’s arms. “Morning, pretty lady,” he whispered sleepily. Mia smiled, brushing his hair back. “Morning, Baby T.” He giggled and kissed her cheek like he always did now innocent, pure, completely hers in ways she co