Seeing the frown on Mia’s face, Darren followed her gaze and saw his watch. Moments later he realised what she was thinking. “ this is a fake, I got it from a friend” he whispered beside her ears “but I usually wear it to look cool , I didn’t expect you would notice it”
Darren removed the watch and put it inside his pocket.
“It looks real tho” Mia smiled and stepped back covering her flaming ears.
Darren was leaning closer and she could feel his breath blowing in her ear as he spoke.
As Mia thought about it she realised it’s normal for Darren to have a street friend who sells fake things.
She breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment Mia had freaked out, thinking Darren had done something illegal to make money.
She knew nothing about the man she was getting married to, except he was a poor man who was jobless.
Darren knitted his brows. He had heard the daughter of the Thompson family had several boyfriends and hung out with different men all the time. The girl before him shyness seemed to surprise him.
“The bridegroom is here, why hasn’t the wedding started yet?” Asked the sweet voice of a woman.
Eva grinned and walked forward, holding her boyfriend's arm “since the bridegroom is here let me introduce my boyfriend to you,” she said deliberately raising her voice a decibel higher.
“This is Mark Grey, the eldest son of the Grey family. We are a family. Mark and I can help you in the future.”
Mark hurriedly lowered his eyes. It was almost as though he was too ashamed to meet Mia’s gaze, the guilt of what he had done to her kept toturing him and thought of even looking at her in the eyes made him feel extremely ashamed.
When Mia saw Mark arrive with Eva she felt nothing. So she pretended it was their first time to meet and commented lightly, “ nice introduction, but your current boyfriend is different from the one I saw last week I wonder if you are going to be with him or not next week”
Mark's feigned smile instantly went stiff.
Smiling embarrassedly, Eva then shot Mia a murderous look and quickly changed the subject. “Anyways if you both are nice to us, I could talk to Mark so he could let Darren work at the Greg’s company. I’m sure they’d be willing to take him in even if he doesn’t know any technical skills, maybe he can do the chores like mopping the floor and other cleaning jobs. After all, it's better to have any kind of job than sitting around idly after getting married.”
Mia stole a nervous glance at Darren, unexpectedly he didn’t seem to mind such insulting words, he simply broke into a warm smile and waved his hands dismissively “ no thanks, I’d like roaming around outside.”
Without getting the reaction she expected, Eva’s face fell and she returned to her seat sulkily, dragging Mark along with her.
Darren didn’t care about a little Girl running her lousy mouth, he knew deep down that he could make the entire Greg family bankrupt and make them work for him as cleaners.
But he didn’t care because these were his least worries, he just wanted to finish up with the wedding as fast as possible and leave this environment.
Soon the priest arrived and hastily finished the wedding.
After the wedding was over, Darren and Mia send their goodbyes to the Thompsons family before heading out.
Eva was definitely not feeling this wedding, she wanted to embrass both couples by mocking their financial situation, but she ended up getting displeased because she did not get the reaction she wanted from both couple and it pissed her off so much.
Meanwhile, Mia felt relieved that she was finally leaving the Thompson mansion, during her stay there since she was little she never had a peaceful moment, the mother and Daughter Trio never let her.
Now that she was married to Darren, she knew she was now completely free from their clutches, the only thing keeping her and them now is the money Lydia promised to give her once she got married to Darren. And now she was married to Darren she would go to the Thompsons mansion to collect the money once she had settled down at her new residence with Darren.
Darren took Mia to a small house in the suburb.
The place was small, old and shabby but at least they had a house to return to. The house looked empty but it was neatly cleaned and hoarded only the basic necessities.
She felt they were recent additions to the house simply because of the wedding.
Darren was a tall,muscular man. The narrow space somehow looked smaller after he came in.
“This is my house, make do with it,” Darren shrugged casually. He didn’t seem embarrassed in the slightest.
“Yes it is a small house and it looks tidy, so yes it can accommodate the two of us.”
Mia was honest. Although the house looked shabby, Darren had maintained it well. The yard looked neat and the house looked spotless, however it didn’t feel like a home, it was too empty perhaps because only Darren stayed here.
Mia looked around, she saw that Darren had taken off his suit jacket and put it on a wooden chair. He unbuttoned his white sleeve shirt. She trailed her gaze across his body and saw the toned muscles under his shirt. It looked like he had been working out regularly.
Mia wondered how a poor man could have this flawless skin that even the rich would do a lot of work to get, Mia could not help but admire the perfect creation of God.
Sensing her gaze, Darren turned his gaze and met her anxious eyes. He stopped and walked towards her. “ You've had a busy day, Do you want to take your shower first?”he asked intently.
EPILOGUE. A year later…The Preston mansion glowed with golden light as evening settled over the city. The garden, once a silent witness to Darren’s solitary life, now echoed with laughter. Mia’s laughter.She sat on the bench beneath the blossoming magnolia tree, a soft hand resting on the gentle curve of her stomach. Her cheeks glowed with the unmistakable radiance of motherhood.“Careful,” Darren murmured, crouching beside her, his hand covering hers protectively. “You shouldn’t be sitting out in the evening chill.”Mia smiled, her eyes sparkling. “You’re still overprotective. I’m fine, Darren. The doctor said short walks are good for me.”“Walks, yes,” he muttered, brushing stray hair from her face. “But sitting here while the wind blows? No. You’ll catch a cold. And our child will blame me for not taking care of you.”She giggled softly, leaning into his touch. “Our child will know their father is a worrier. Just like he’s always been since the day we met.”Darren’s heart swelle
Two weeks passed. Two long weeks where time seemed suspended between hope and despair. Mia lay in the pristine white hospital bed, machines humming steadily beside her, while Darren never once left her side. He slept on the couch, worked from his laptop in the corner, and spent his nights holding her hand as though his touch alone would tether her to life.And then, one quiet morning, her eyelashes fluttered. Her fingers twitched against his palm. Darren’s head shot up, his heart pounding, and when her soft eyes finally blinked open, relief washed over him like a storm breaking into sunlight.“Mia,” he breathed, his voice shaking for the first time in years.She turned her head weakly, her lips parting. “Darren…?”In that moment, everything else, the revenge, the power, the anger melted away. He pulled her gently into his arms, careful of her frailty, and let his tears fall freely against her hair. “You’re awake. You’re really awake.”Jenny, who had been dozing by the bedside, woke to
The news of Mia’s accident spread like wildfire. By the next morning, whispers carried through every floor of Preston Group, through the streets, and into the homes of those who had watched the Thompsons and Prestons for years. Jenny, Mia’s closest friend, hadn’t left her side once. Whenever Darren was out meeting police officers or lawyers, Jenny remained planted in that hospital chair, holding Mia’s hand, brushing back her hair, whispering encouragement into ears that might not even hear her.The entire office staff was shaken. Messages poured in from colleagues who wanted to visit, but none could pass through the layers of security Darren had stationed around Mia’s room. Armed guards stood at every corner, their gazes sharp, their presence unyielding. No one would get close to her again not while Darren was still breathing.In the boardrooms of Preston, in the lobbies of competitors, in the buzzing feeds of social media, the story took root: Mia Thompson, wife of Darren Edwards, vi
The hospital room was silent except for the steady beeping of the machines that kept Mia tethered between life and death. Darren sat slumped in the chair beside her bed, his fingers laced tightly through hers. His eyes were bloodshot from sleepless nights, but they never left her face. Her pale cheeks, the faint bruise near her temple, the fragile rise and fall of her chest each detail seared into his heart like a brand.He bent forward, resting his forehead against her hand. His voice was low, cracked with emotion.“You hear me, Mia? You’re not leaving me. You’re not leaving us. I’ve lost too much already. I can’t… I won’t lose you.”The memory of the doctor’s words echoed in his skull like a hammer. Pregnant… miscarriage… critical condition. Rage surged through him again, hot and uncontrollable, but he forced it down. Not now. Not here. He couldn’t let her feel his fury when she needed his strength.“Hold on, my love,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her knuckles. “Just a l
The sterile brightness of the hospital corridor could not soften the blow that came with the doctor’s words. Darren stood like stone, fists curled tightly at his sides, his entire body trembling as the doctor spoke gently, almost regretfully.“I’m sorry, Mr. Edwards… or rather, Mr. Preston,” the doctor corrected softly, lowering his eyes. “Your wife… she was pregnant. The accident… it caused a miscarriage. I’m afraid the child is gone.”For a moment, Darren couldn’t breathe. The words hung in the air, choking him. His vision blurred, not from tears but from the fire igniting in his chest. Pregnant. His Mia. Their child. Gone.The doctor went on about blood loss, about stabilizing her condition, about survival rates, but Darren heard nothing. All he saw was Mia’s pale face through the glass window, unconscious and broken. All he felt was the hollow weight in his chest where hope had been.His jaw tightened, his voice raw as he forced out words. “They’ll pay for this.” His hand slammed
In the Thompson estate, laughter bubbled like champagne. Eva twirled in the center of the living room, her silk dress catching the dim light, while her mother reclined with a satisfied smirk.“It worked,” Eva announced gleefully, her voice laced with triumph. “Mia’s lying in a hospital bed right now. Did you hear, Mother? That truck nearly flattened her. She won’t crawl out of this one so easily.”Mrs. Thompson swirled the red wine in her glass, her expression less animated. “Don’t celebrate too loudly, Eva. Accidents can turn. People survive things they shouldn’t. Don’t underestimate her luck.”Eva scoffed, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Luck runs out eventually. And Mia’s has. By the time she wakes up, if she even does her precious reputation will already be shredded. And Darren?” Her lips curled in disdain. “He’ll have no choice but to watch it all crumble.”Mrs. Thompson set down her glass, her eyes gleaming coldly. “Just remember, Eva… nothing is certain until the body