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Together again

Author: Meeka El
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-10 08:03:26

MIRA

A few hours later, we head out to Jackson’s. As we arrive, Jerry leads me and Nora into the house. It’s painted white, like a psychic house. No paintings or portraits like the ones in the mansion. How is living in a place like this? No life, just silence.

“His room is just by the right.” Jerry mutters, "You two can go up to see him.”

“Dad?” Nora yells, running to him. He’s on his chair, working with his laptop on the table.

He inhales, eyes widening. A sudden wave of happiness appears on his face. He grabs her and hugs her, for a moment, my heart warms, seeing them together again.

“Hey doll. How’re you?”

“Now that I’ve seen you. I’m good.”

“I’m glad.” I watch both of them discuss about god-knows-what. Laughter fills the air. Nora explaining what the house is like these days, with security guards crawling around the house. It’s not my fault. Really. I don’t want to weep like I did. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. My heart tugs at the sight of his shirtless body on the bed. I r
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  • The Price Of Her Mercy   Bones and ashes

    MIRAThe trial feels like drowning in broad daylight. Reporters fill every hallway. Cameras clicking every corner like teeth snapping. Every headline has my name dripping in lies and suspicion. Did she or didn't she?STABLE GIRL TURNS MASTER THIEFTHE MIRA STEPHEN SCANDALHIDDEN FORTUNE IN LIES.Inside the courtroom, my hands trembles so hard I had to sit on them to make it stop. Richard Meliś, Adrian and Aurora were all dead. Yet somehow, the crimes of all of them are pinned on me. Me.The prosecutors tower their evidence like skyscrapers, with each brick being just another piece of false evidence and forged data. Every detail (according to the drive) points to one conclusion: I'm guilty.Jackson sits beside me each day, jaw tense, fingers laced together so tightly they shook. Every time the prosecutor says ‘her accounts’, ‘her signatures’ or “her crimes”, Jackson looks at me like he wants to tear down the entire legal system with his bare hands. But all that doesn’t bother me. Th

  • The Price Of Her Mercy   Guilty or not

    MIRAI hail a cab and hurry back before anyone who can recognize me sets their eyes on me. If they did, it wouldn’t take long before anyone figures out the perpetrator. Me. “We’re here ma’am. Ma’am?” The driver calls one more time. “Right, here’s your fee.” I exhale and slip my finger to open the car door, but I pause. My chest tightens even more. My eyes turn glassy. Every sound, didn’t have an origin. Everything’s happening all at once.“Are you all right ma’am? Do you need help?” “No I’m good.”I dash out of the car and head into the hotel. Jerry was already waiting in my room, hands on his waist as he listens to the news of Aurora’s ‘sudden’ demise. His expression was clear, he was sad for her. I too.For a long time i convinced myself that that was the best decision, the best step to making my life easier with her off my back.“She’s gone Jer. I..” the words, bitter and heavy struggle to come out of my mouth.“shhh.. come here.” He whispers pulling me close to him. I place my

  • The Price Of Her Mercy   The Shocking news

    MIRAI watch the river swallow him whole. I’m helpless.For a heartbeat, I stand there paralyzed, shaking, breath trapped somewhere between my ribs and throat. Dark spirals move on the surface of the river, already pulling Adrian away. Is he alive? Is he dead? I don’t know. I only know he’s injured. Then I move. I don’t think, don’t care that the water looks like the mouth of something ancient and hungry. I just jump. The cold slaps like a punishment. Like a thousand knives carving straight into my bones.The river pulls me under so fast and my lungs panic. Ballet I know. Cooking I know too but swimming? No. In a few minutes, The world turns black, then it begins to spin. I kick upward, fighting to make sense of direction. The drive. The drive. Get the drive.My fingers stretch continuously and blindly through the freezing dark, searching, grasping at nothing but water and weeds. Every sound is a muffle. my heartbeat, the echo of Jerry shouting from the bridge, the people taking shel

  • The Price Of Her Mercy   At dawn

    MIRABefore dawn, I'm already awake. My wrist still throbbing from last night's chaos. Jackson’s steady breathing warms my shoulder. I slip out of bed silently, picking up my coat and face cap, stepping into the dim hallway. I’m not running. I have unfinished business with Aurora. As I watch her from the glass door of her hospital room, she looks nothing like the woman who once strutted through ball rooms in stilettos. She looks pale, trembling, her breaths shallow and rapid. The poison I had injected was agonizing but reversible. “How the mighty has fallen.” I whisper looking down as a nurse passes by. I stand at her bedside, the vial of antidote glinting between my fingers. Aurora’s eyes widen in terror. Her right hand is cuffed to the bed. Good. How does it feel to be on the sharp end of the knife.“Please,” she croaks. “Please Mi...”I connect the vial to the IV tube and press the first dose through. Aurora gasps, relief flooding her face as her muscles loosens and color returns

  • The Price Of Her Mercy   Taken!

    MIRAJerry's phone buzzes. “I need to take this Mi.. I'll be right back.”He steps out to make a secure call. I pace around the room for a moment and move to the window, watching the Paris streetlights flicker in the drizzle of the rain. My mind is a storm of heavy thoughts and plans. Find Aurora and make her pay, find Adrian, clear Jackson’s name, and restore everything to the way it used to be, or at least try.The hallway outside is suddenly too quiet. A knot tightens in my stomach. I turn just as the lights in the room flicker..once, twice, then die off. Darkness spreads through the room.“Jer...Jerry?” I call out. “Did you...” I stutterThe door bursts open. Two men in black flood the room masks, gloves, fast and silent. I barely have time to scream before a cloth is pressed over my nose and mouth, the chemical sting burning my eyes and into my lungs. I claw at them, fight, kick, but my limbs grow heavy, my vision blurring into streaks of shadow. One voice cuts through the haze:

  • The Price Of Her Mercy   Hard Proof

    MIRA Adrian's confession still hangs between us. He steps closer, too close, and his breath is a warm contrast to the cold Paris wind brushing my cheeks. “Mira… leave him.” His voice cracks. Genuine or just perfectly crafted, I can’t tell anymore with these faux humans. “Jackson always hurts you. He has and He always will.”“No,” I whisper. “You’re wrong.”"Am I?" He asks, basking in his ego.Adrain shakes his head slowly, as though I’m the one blinded by fantasy. “He destroys everything he touches. He’s a loser and you know that. You felt it for years. He couldn't even hold down his father's enterprise. Is that.. who you want to spend your life with?”No.. he didn’t just say that about the man I love. My throat tightens. I sniff. “Yes. He hurt me. He broke things in me I didn’t know could break.” I look him straight in the eye. “But he learned how to change. He fought to change, to be.. better.”“And that’s enough for you?” Adrian demands. “A few grand gestures and apologies?” He

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