“Okay, I will Marry him.”
Lydia was extremely happy, when those words slipped through Mia’s lips, she never wanted her daughter to marry the illegitimate son of the Edward’s Family, but her Husband was so hell bent on fulfilling his promise to Edward family because he had his so-called prestige to keep.
And now that her daughter was so smart to come up with such a brilliant idea, she felt so satisfied. She didn’t mind her daughter getting pregnant for Mark, he was the eldest son of the Grey family which made him the heir to the Family Company, Her daughter will not suffer instead she would have a really bright future.
Instead of her daughter marrying that broke and jobless man, she preferred that her daughter gets pregnant for Greg.
She wanted so much for her daughter and this marriage had been the biggest obstacle to her daughter’s future.
Now that the obstacles were out of the picture, She felt so glad and happy that Mia had agreed to Marry the Illegitimate son of the Edward family, she always had it in mind that the two fitted perfectly, They were both outcast of both families.
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A few days later Mia arrived at a church, wearing a simple white dress.
She was getting married today.
She didn’t bother renting a wedding dress, because she didn’t want to pay for it. She had a lot of things to do with money.
She bought some white baby's-breath in the flower shop and asked the seller to give her a white ribbon to braid her hair making Mia look pure and innocent.
It was time for the wedding and the Groom and his Family were nowhere to be seen. The wedding venue was very empty; only a few people had arrived.
“Don’t worry, maybe he's stuck in the traffic. Let’s wait a little longer,” Frank comforted Mia.
Mia’s breathing faltered.
She had heard something about the man she was going to marry. His name was Darren Edward. The man didn’t have a decent job and was an idler who wasted his time hanging around with punks from the street all the time.
The thought of marrying someone like that made Mia’s stomach churn with anxiety but she had no choice. She had not even met the Groom or seen a picture of him, so it all made her slightly nervous.
“Why hasn't the Groom or his family arrived yet?” Lydia frowned and looked at the handful of people in church. She was dressed in a very beautiful purple colour dress. Her makeup accentuated her features.
It seemed like the Edward Family did not Value the Marriage. However Mia was unbothered. She only cared about finding her Family, and she knew this marriage was the only source that could give her such a huge amount to pay the investigator.
Mia leaned in and whispered to Lydia “I hope you keep to your side of this bargain by giving me the money after the wedding is over!”
She had promised her adoptive parents to trade her marriage for Money to find her family.
“We are family, why do you keep talking about money? We will give you the money as promised! So you better stop asking about it” Regardless of how Lydia tried to sound gentle, impatience was evident in her voice.
Meanwhile, Eva and Mark also Arrived.
She walked into the church in an Expensive outfit that was screaming luxury, while holding her boyfriend's hand.
She strutted towards her parents with a smug smile. She had stolen Mia’s wealthy boyfriend, leaving her to marry a worthless man, who was also an illegitimate son of the Edward’s family.
Mark's brows furrowed as he saw Mia in that wedding dress, because of his stupid desires he had lost his love. A ball of guilt settled in the pit of his stomach, He began to remember the sweet moments they had together.
It was all his fault. A moment of passion had ended his relationship with the love of his life. Mia was going to marry someone else, he felt so pained at the moment but could not show his Emotions and he knew it was too late now because Eva was expecting his child.
He didn’t intend to come to the wedding, but Eva practically dragged him to the church. However he couldn’t refuse after learning that Eva is pregnant with his child.
Mark's eyes have been fixed on Mia ever since they arrived at the church Eva couldn’t bear to see him admire the woman she despised so much.
Mia was always perfect and Nothing had changed even after all these years. Mia always managed to capture everyone's hearts with her charms, without even doing much.
Jealousy reared its ugly head, Eva grew furious and began yelling at Mark, “ believe it or not, I will blind your eyes if you don’t stop looking at her, what’s your problem? What’s so good about her?”
Then she turned and sneered “why Hasn’t the Groom arrived yet? The man is late for his own wedding. How could he be reliable? His family hasn’t even bothered to come either. It looks like they don’t even care about him.”
All eyes turned to face her.
Eva was a princess at home, so no one could blame her for saying those rude comments. However they were in a public place and she was the bride's sister.
Mia gently lifted her hemline and stepped forward. Mia had tolerated Eva regardless of how Arrogant and heartless she had been in the past.
However she couldn’t put up with her nonsense anymore. “Eva watch your tone, and mind your manners you are in a church now! Don’t you have basic manners?”
Eva was taken aback. She had never seen Mia like that, the woman had always been tolerant, no matter how hard she tried to start an argument with Mia, she would either leave or stay calm and receive the insults quietly. But after she caught her boyfriend having an affair, she completely changed from that moment.
Hearing that, the church fell silent and just then the gate creaked open.
A tall man stepped inside, the dazzling sunlight seemed to outline his slender frame.
As the church gate closed again, the man looked up. His deep eyes swept across the crowd, his lips pursed into a thin line. He buttoned up his suit and smoothed his coat as if he had come here in a hurry.
The sunlight flowed on his handsome face. It looked like God had put in all effort to create him. All eyes were on him, his charm had cast a spell on everyone in the church.
The man stood there like a Greek God, observing the scenario in front of him.
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