Mia's POV The Waldorf-Astoria's grand ballroom had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light across thousands of white roses, their perfume mixing with the subtle notes of jasmine and vanilla from carefully placed arrangements. Everything is sparkled. Everything from the diamond-dusted centerpieces to the hand-painted ceiling murals. The media hadn't exaggerated when they'd called it the wedding of the century.I stood in the bridal suite, watching stylists fuss over Scarlett's already perfect hair. Even the getting-ready room was extravagant. All cream silk walls and gilded mirrors. A far cry from the quiet registry office where I'd signed my marriage contract with Kyle. There had been no flowers, no music, no family to witness, just Linda with her tablet, efficiently scheduling Kyle's next meeting while we waited for the clerk. I'd never even worn a wedding dress. Just one of my better work suits, because Kyle had a board meeting th
Mia‘s POVThere's something magical about watching your best friend get married, even when you know it started as a business arrangement. Scarlett's face glowed as she recited her vows, her eyes never leaving Morton's. For someone who claimed this was just a contract, she certainly looked like a woman in love.The afternoon light streamed through the stained glass windows, casting rainbow patterns across her white dress as Morton slipped the ring onto her finger. His hands were steady. The ancient cathedral's acoustics carried their voices to every corner. Scarlett's clear and strong, Morton's deeper but somehow gentler than I'd ever heard him speak. Their words echoed off centuries-old stone, witnessed by marble saints and gilded angels."I now pronounce you husband and wife."The cheer that erupted seemed to shake the crystal chandeliers. I know one thing that no one would refuse, no matter if you come from a poor or wealthy background, and that is happiness. I think everyone here w
Mia's POVThe orchestra switched to something slower, more intimate. Couples drew closer together on the dance floor, lost in their own worlds. No one seemed to notice us in our corner.“Let me go,” I glared at him, "They're coming over."He looked at me for a few seconds. Kyle released my wrist, taking a careful step back. I could already feel bruises forming beneath the delicate bracelet."There you are!" Scarlett's voice cut through the tension like a champagne cork popping. She appeared beside us in a whirl of white silk and diamonds, her cheeks flushed from dancing.She pushed Kyle away. "Mia... what's wrong?"Jeo looked at me with some tension. He and Scarlett were quite hostile towards Kyle, especially after all the things I had been through with my divorce.“Nothing.” I left with Scarlett and Jeo.Behind us, I heard the distinct sound of crystal shattering. When I glanced back, Kyle stood alone, surrounded by the wreckage of what had once been a very expensive champagne flute.
Mia's POVThe pendant lay in my palm. Morning sunlight caught the delicate metalwork, creating shadows that danced across my bedroom wall. Gas pressed against my legs, his warm presence grounding me as I traced the intricate pattern with trembling fingers.I was sunable to tear my eyes from the pendant since the morning. Why would Kyle send it now? I'm almost certain it was Kyle who sent it. But why did he always have the pendant? Did Taylor give it to him?"Did Taylor give it to him?" I whispered to Gas, who tilted his head at my voice. The questions swirled in my mind like a storm. I really want to ask Kyle. All of this. No. I couldn't call him. I don't want to dial that well-rehearsed number."Come on, buddy." I grabbed Gas's leash from its hook by the door. "We need some air."He bounded to his feet immediately, tail wagging with enthusiasm. At least someone's mood wasn't complicated.The loose maxi skirt I pulled on still mostly hid my growing bump, though soon even that wouldn
Mia‘s POV"Mommy, where are you?" My voice echoed through our house. The hardwood floors creaked under my mary janes as I searched each room. "I'm gonna find you!"Hide and seek was our special game, the one that always made Mommy smile even on her sad days. And she'd been having more sad days lately, especially after Daddy started working late."Found you!" I giggled, spotting her shadow behind my bedroom door. She swooped me up into a hug that smelled like jasmine and safety."You always do, clever girl." She peppered my face with kisses until I squealed. "Now it's my turn to seek. Remember the rules?"I nodded solemnly. "Don't go past the garden gate. Stay where you can hear me call.""That's my smart cookie." She covered her eyes, starting to count. "One... two..."I ran on tippy-toes, trying not to let my shoes click against the floor. The garden was my favorite hiding spot, full of Mom's roses and the big hydrangea bushes perfect for ducking behind. The afternoon sun painted ev
Mia's POVI'd cried until there were no tears left, until my eyes burned and my throat felt raw. But I didn't allow myself to keep crying. I still had my children. I had to start a new life. I couldn't figure out why fate had arranged this. But I was the one who signed the marriage contract. I had to accept any possible outcome. Everything might be fake, but at least my children were real."Enough, Mia." I whispered.My hand drifted to my growing bump, now impossible to ignore even under loose clothing. The babies seemed extra active this morning. A small kick. I rubbed gentle circles where I'd felt the movement.Gas whined softly from his spot by the bathroom door, his brown eyes full of concern."Thanks, Gas. You are my good boy." I patted his head.My phone buzzed on the counte. A message from Scarlett, probably checking in for the thousandth time since her honeymoon started:Living my best life in Bora Bora! 🌴 Miss your face though! How are my favorite niblings doing? 👶👶Attach
Mia's POVThe knock came again, more insistent this time. Gas's ears perked up, but his usual protective growl was notably absent. If anything, his tail gave a tentative wag. That's really strange."Coming!" I called and made my way to the door. I hadn't even finished turning the handle when Gas bounded forward, nearly knocking me off balance in his enthusiasm. The door swung open to reveal Nate, looking casual but put-together in jeans and a light sweater. His easy smile faltered slightly as his eyes dropped to my midsection, then quickly back to my face.The flowing fabric of my maxi dress did its best to conceal my pregnancy, but at nearly five months with twins, there was only so much clever draping could hide."Oh." The word escaped before I could stop it. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I realized what he must be seeing – what I'd been so carefully hiding during our friendship.For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Gas's tail thumped against the hardwood as he looked between us,
*Mia's POV*I stared at the two men standing in my kitchen, both seemingly ready to escort me to a simple prenatal checkup like I was some kind of precious cargo. The absurdity of the situation made me want to laugh and cry simultaneously. I'm glad I have these sincere friends. But this is too dramatic."Look," I said, trying to keep my voice level. "I appreciate the concern, really. But this is just a routine appointment. I've been managing just fine on my own."Nate leaned against the counter, his casual posture at odds with the determination in his eyes. "Think of it as having a medical consultant on hand. Just in case."Mom watched the exchange with poorly concealed amusement. "They do make some valid points, sweetheart.""Not helping, Mom." I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache building. Gas, the traitor, wagged his tail happily between the two men like this was all terribly entertaining.My phone buzzed – Scarlett, because of course it was:*Please tell me Thomas made it ther
Mia's POVPain unlike anything I'd ever known tore through my body, a white-hot blade slicing from my spine to my abdomen. The contractions were relentless now, coming one after another without respite, each one stronger than the last. I could feel myself slipping, the edges of my consciousness growing dim."Her blood pressure is dropping again—80/40," a nurse called out, her voice tight with tension. "Heart rate 135.""She's hemorrhaging," Dr. Levine's voice cut through the haze. "Looks like a partial placental abruption. We need to get these babies out now."A mask was placed over my face, the rush of oxygen cool against my skin. The room swam before my eyes, faces blurring into indistinct shapes as blood loss pulled me closer to unconsciousness."Type and cross for four units of packed cells, two units of fresh frozen plasma, and one unit of platelets," Dr. Levine ordered. "And get me an OR. We're doing an emergency C-section."My body felt foreign to me now—heavy and light simulta
Kyle's POVPain. Unimaginable pain.My consciousness came in waves, each one bringing a fresh torrent of agony. The bullet had torn through me like fire, leaving devastation in its wake. I could hear voices around me, urgent and clinical, but they seemed to be coming from underwater, distorted and distant."BP dropping again!""More blood, now!""We're losing him!"I felt myself slipping. The pain began to recede, replaced by a strange weightlessness that should have alarmed me but instead felt oddly peaceful. Was this what dying felt like?The operating room faded around me. The harsh lights, the metallic clink of instruments, the desperate commands of the surgical team. All of it dissolved into a soft darkness.And then, unexpectedly, light.I was small again. Six years old, terrified, huddled in the corner of a damp warehouse. The ropes had cut into my wrists, leaving them raw and bleeding. I could still feel the ache of hunger, the desperate thirst that had made my tongue stick to
Mia's POV"KYLE!" My scream echoed through the hospital corridor as they wheeled him away, his blood leaving a horrifying trail on the white floor. The medical team moved with terrifying urgency, their faces grim."BP critical at 70/30!" "He's tachycardic, pulse 140!" "Blood loss approximately two liters!" "Move, people! We're losing him!"I lunged forward, desperate to reach him, my hands outstretched toward his motionless form. His face had turned an ashen gray, lips tinged blue, eyelids still. So still. Not like Kyle at all."Ma'am, STOP!" A nurse blocked my path as they rushed Kyle through swinging doors marked AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. "You can't go in there.""He's dying!" I sobbed, my voice breaking. "He took that bullet for me!""If you want him to live, you need to let the surgical team work," she said firmly, gripping my shoulders. "And you—" her eyes dropped to my blood-spattered belly, "—need immedia
Kyle's POVMia.She was alive.The maintenance door opened into a utility closet adjacent to the main room. Through a narrow ventilation grille, I could see part of the penthouse interior—plush furnishings, expensive artwork. A man's voice continued speaking, the tone cultured and cold."...the Branson bloodline ends today."I'd heard enough.The door burst open under my shoulder, splinters flying as the reinforced wood gave way. The scene unfolded before me with crystal clarity—Mia, bound and terrified. Charles Porter, gun raised. Nate Pierce, lunging forward too late.My first shot took Porter in the shoulder, spinning him away from Mia. The second caught him in the upper chest, not immediately fatal but debilitating.Our eyes locked across the room—his filled with shock and hatred, mine with the cold certainty of a man protecting what was his."Kyle," Mia gasped, her voice breaking through the ringing in my ears.Porter recovered with surprising speed, raising his weapon toward me
Kyle's POVTime became a physical entity, something I could feel slipping through my fingers as I raced across the Atlantic. Seven hours had never felt so eternal.As soon as the plane touched down in New York, I was already on my phone. "Status update," I demanded, not bothering with pleasantries."No response from Ms. Williams," Matthew replied, his usual professional detachment wavering slightly. "Her phone appears to be turned off. We've checked her apartment—she's not there. Her mother hasn't seen her since this morning.""And Nate Pierce?""Still tracking. His digital footprint is... unusual. Almost professionally scrubbed.""What about the surveillance feeds? I know you have access."Matthew hesitated. "We've been searching traffic cameras near her building, sir. Nothing conclusive yet.""Keep looking," I said, already striding toward the waiting car. "And tell the security team at her apartment to stay alert. I want to know the instant she returns."But she hadn't returned. Fo
Mia's POVThrough my tears, I recognized the man—it was Nate.I hadn't seen him in so long, and he seemed different from the Nate I remembered. Seemed thiner, taller. His usually compassionate features were hardened.My heart surged with relief and confusion. Had he come to save me?"Uncle Charles, don't kill her," Nate said, his voice steady but urgent.Uncle Charles? I blinked in confusion, my mind struggling to process this new information as it tried to fit the pieces together.The man named Charles turned to face me, sizing me up through the rim of his glass. "Wasn't that your decision? You lost Carol, and now you want Alexander Branson and Kyle Branson to lose their wives too. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."My head was about to explode. The fragments suddenly aligned, and I finally understood the truth.Diana's daughter was Carol.Carol was Nate's wife.Nate's expression was filled with sorrow. He looked at me, then back at Charles, his posture tense with indecision.C
Mia's POVI couldn't see a thing. The blindfold was tight. My wrists burned from the restraints, the plastic cutting into my skin whenever I shifted position. A gag filled my mouth, the taste of fabric making me want to retch.I tried to focus on my breathing. In through the nose, out through the nose. Slow and steady.The twins were still. Too still.This scared me.Stay calm for them, I told myself. They can feel your fear.The car made another turn—right, I thought, though it was hard to be certain. I'd been trying to keep track: left out of the restaurant district, straight for what felt like ten minutes, then right onto what must have been a highway from the sudden increase in speed. We'd been driving for at least forty minutes now.Each minute took me further from the city. Further from anyone who might help me.No one had noticed when the man approached me outside Yiayia's restaurant. No one saw the gun pressed against my back, or my expression as I was forced into the black se
Mia's POVI stared at the photograph, my brain struggling to process what I was seeing. The woman in the picture looked exactly like Diana Porter. But the timeline didn't make sense. If Diana Porter had only given birth to a daughter, how could she be the mother of Nate and his brother?"Yiayia," I began hesitantly, "did Thea ever use another name? Perhaps for work or... before she married?"Yiayia tilted her head, considering the question. "No, always Thea. Short for Dorothea." She smiled fondly at the photograph. "My beautiful Dorothea."Not Diana, then.I thought about how to say this." Yiayia, did Thea ever mention having a sister?Yiayia's eyes narrowed slightly. I added, "You may not believe it, but I've seen someone who looks exactly like Thea. Someone from many years ago. "Yiayia's weathered hands stilled on the table. She studied my face intently, and her shoulders relaxed slightly.She reached out and stroked my cheek gently, her palm warm against my skin. "You have honest e
Mia's POVI couldn't sleep. My mind raced with fragments that refused to connect.I kept thinking about what my dad had told me before he died, that Nate was involved in this whole thing. But Nate wouldn't tell me anything.Nate's grandmother. The thought appeared suddenly, bright and clear amid the chaos in my head. Yiayia. The warm-hearted Greek woman at that small Mediterranean restaurant Nate had taken me to months ago.If anyone might know something about Nate's past, it would be his grandmother. She had looked at me with such knowing eyes that day, commenting that "growing babies need food" before I'd told her I was pregnant.I made the decision in an instant.Mom was at another of her mysterious "appointments" that made her eyes sparkle. No one would miss me for a few hours.Gas watched me accusingly as I prepared to leave."I won't be long," I promised him.The taxi ride to the small restaurant i