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Twenty one

The Mystery of Color Carl’s POV – I knew something was off the moment Mia stepped into my office. Her voice was steady, professional as always, but there was something beneath it—curiosity. She was testing me. And I didn’t like it. I kept my expression neutral, my eyes focused on the report in front of me. She stood there, waiting. "Mr. Oswald, I added a section on projected expenses. If you need further clarification, let me know," she said evenly. she was careful with her words, too careful. She was watching me. I could feel it. So I did what I always did—I pretended not to notice. "Noted," I replied, flipping through the pages without looking up.

Twenty two

A Dangerous Rival Tashi didn’t like change. Not when it threatened what was supposed to be hers. Carl had always been the same—cold, distant, and untouchable. She had spent years getting close to him, understanding his moods, knowing what made him tick. She had built a place for herself in his life, whether he acknowledged it or not. But now, something was different. And the reason had a name—Mia Jasper. Tashi had brushed Mia off at first. Another nobody. Another woman Carl wouldn’t waste his time on. But lately, she had seen something unsettling—Carl was paying attention. No, not in an obvious way. Not in a way most people would notice. But Tashi knew Carl. And she knew when something was occupying his mind.

Twenty three

Tashi’s Investment Strategy Carl’s POV Carl sat in his office, fingers drumming rhythmically against his desk, his mind heavy with distraction. The visit from Tashi the previous day had left a bitter taste in his mouth. She had been too familiar, too comfortable—as if she owned a piece of him. But that wasn’t what bothered him the most. It was Mia. Or more specifically, the way Tashi had spoken to her. Carl had noticed the exchange, the silent power play. And he hated that it bothered him. He shouldn’t care what Tashi thought of Mia. He shouldn’t care about any of it. Yet, here he was, thinking about it—thinking about her. Damn it. He pushed the th

Twenty four

Unseen and Unheard Mia’s POV I stared at the investor reports in front of me, but the words blurred together. I wasn’t focusing. No matter how hard I tried, my mind kept drifting back to her. Tashi. The woman who had threatened me on my wedding day. The woman who had humiliated me at the boutique. And now, the woman who flirted with my husband in front of me, as if I didn’t exist. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Carl hadn’t even stopped her. He had just let it happen. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like she belonged by his side. And I… I was just an outsider. I should hav

Twenty Five

The Ghosts of the Past Carl’s POV The city was silent at this hour. Only the faint hum of the wind outside the window filled the room. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep never came easy. Not for me. And when it did, it came with a price. I exhaled slowly, rubbing my temple. The exhaustion was there. The weight of the day pressed down on me. But my mind refused to rest. And I knew why. The nightmares were waiting. They always were. I must have drifted off at some point because suddenly, I was there again. In the past. I knew this nightmare well. It always started the same way. The smell of rain in the air. The sound of tires skidding against wet pavement. And th

Twenty Six

A Taste of the Past(Mia’s POV The kitchen was warm, filled with the rich aroma of spices and simmering broth. I hadn't planned on cooking this morning—I never did except in the office given the army of chefs employed to cater to Carl's every whim. But something about today had left me restless, and after my conversation with Carl weeks ago, I couldn't shake the thought of his eating habits from my mind.I had woken up thinking about it. The way he had sat there, poking at his food, lost in thought. The way his voice had softened just the slightest bit when he spoke about his mother’s cooking.I wasn’t sure why, but I found myself drawn to the kitchen, beside it was weekend, no work today, moving on instinct rather than conscious thought. The staff had been surprised when I asked them to leave, but they didn’t question me. Now, as I stood over the stove, stirring a pot of soup, I felt an odd sense of calm.Cooking had never been something I did often, but I wasn’t terrible at it.

Twenty seven

(Carl’s POV The taste lingered on my tongue long after I had left the dining room.It was impossible. It had to be a coincidence.But as I made my way down the dimly lit hallway, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, my mind refused to let it go.That dish—my mother’s dish—had been made exactly the way she used to cook it. The seasoning, the texture, the way the broth settled on my tongue… It wasn’t just similar. It was the same.I hadn’t tasted that in years.Since she died.My breath was tight in my chest, a feeling I hadn’t experienced in a long time. It wasn’t grief. No, I had buried that years ago. This was something else. Something unfamiliar.I swallowed hard, trying to push down the memories threatening to rise.I told myself to forget about it. To ignore the way my body had stiffened when I saw the dish. The way my fingers had trembled when I took the first bite. For just a moment, I had felt something dangerously close to comfort.I don’t need comfort.And I'm sure as h

Twenty Eight

Mia’s Small Victory(Mia’s POV I never expected him to eat it.When I set the plate in front of Carl earlier, I had already braced myself for rejection. He was predictable in his cruelty—cold, dismissive, and always looking for ways to make my life unbearable.But tonight was different.Tonight, he ate my food.And not just that—he froze.For a split second, his sharp, unreadable eyes widened as if I had knocked the air out of him. He had stared at the plate like it held some kind of memory, something powerful enough to break through the walls he had spent years building.It had been brief. Almost imperceptible.But I had seen it.And I felt it.Now, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my heart was still racing.It wasn’t just that Carl ate something I made—it was how he ate it.For the first time since we were forced into this arrangement, he hadn’t glared at me with that cold, detached expression. He hadn’t pushed the plate aside or made some biting remark about my place in his

Twenty nine

A Small Victory(Third-Person POV – The conference room was silent.All eyes were on Mia.She could feel the weight of their stares, the unspoken judgments, the silent calculations happening behind every pair of watchful eyes.She had prepared for this.She had spent sleepless nights perfecting her research, rehearsing every word, anticipating every possible question.And yet, standing here in front of Carl, Hans, the board members, and most notably, Diana Oswald, the chairwoman of LiveStrong, she couldn’t shake the tension creeping up her spine.Diana sat with an air of quiet dominance, her perfectly styled hair and expensive pearls adding to her regal, untouchable aura. She barely acknowledged Mia’s presence, her sharp gaze sweeping over her as if she were nothing more than an inconvenient speck.Mia knew this woman despised her.She had seen it in the way Diana’s lips had curled ever so slightly when she entered the room, the way she barely met her eyes, as if Mia was beneath her

Thirty

Carl’s Strict Rules(Carl’s POV Carl sat in his office, his fingers interlocked as he leaned back in his chair. His mind kept drifting back to the meeting—to Mia.She had surprised him.He had known she was competent, but watching her command the room with such confidence had been… unexpected. He had seen the way Hans had looked at her—intrigued, impressed. And Diana, for all her arrogance, had been forced to acknowledge Mia’s presence.Carl hated that it had come to this.That he had been the one to speak up for her.He hadn’t planned on defending her. He had told himself from the beginning that Mia was temporary, a woman forced into his life through circumstance. There was no reason for him to care whether she sank or swam.And yet…Diana.Diana had tried to belittle her. Not as an employee, but as his wife.That was what had pushed him to speak up.He knew his stepmother well. She hated him, just as much as she hated the fact that his father would choose him as the CEO instead of

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