All Chapters of His Miracle, Her Pride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Miracle's POV "You're so sexy, so responsive, baby. Mira never moaned like you. She was always so frigid it's like I'm fūcking a robot." Mark moaned loudly, and wrecked my heart with his comment. "It might be because she's old and she can't do the positions I can, darling." Blair responded with a giggle that sounded like a grinder in my ear. My heart shattered into tiny little pieces I have to pick up with tweezers, but I was surprised by how quickly I composed myself. I opened the door and went to the closet to get my clothes and get changed. "Mira?!" Mark exclaimed in shock and I can hear them scrambling to get away from each other. "Oh, don't mind me. I'll just get some of my clothes and stay in the guest room. The bed is soiled so I'd hate to sleep on it." I said dismissively and packed a small bag, throwing the things I'd need and stopped my hands from shaking. I heard Mark scoffing in disbelief. "Look how she became a shell of herself. She just found out I'm having an

Miracle's POV Now that my head cleared a little, and I no longer feel the need to jump, I noticed a few things, and shame is starting to sink in. What the hell did I just ask? "You know what? Forget that part. I don't know what I was thinking, but I swear I just slipped. It must be the wine," I licked my lips and put my hands on my hips with a heavy sigh. "I was just a little... lost earlier and I didn't mean it." I continued, trying to sound convincing and looked up at him again. My first impression of the man is he was way too outspoken and honest for my liking. I admit, he was gorgeous, like the type of man that you will see in movies and girls will swoon over with gorgeous brown locks, brown eyes and full lips. He towers over me and I am not even that short at 5'6. He has a lean body but he effortlessly pulled me up earlier. "People often blame alcohol for expressing what's really on their minds and hearts." He responded, clearly not believing me. "What you were about to do i

Hawkins's POV She never showed up. During the days I was lounging around the cruise, doing whatever just to kill time and relax, I admit that I expected—no, I had hoped that she would seek me. But it was like she vanished into thin air. But she didn't. In the end, instead of clearing my mind, taking a breather and relieving some of my stress, I went back home with a troubled mind. The woman with sad eyes unfortunately didn't leave my mind. She managed to stir something inside me and it left me intrigued. Alright, maybe a part of me also hoped that she would look for me, asking me to make her feel like a woman. God, I will. I will do everything in my book to make her feel so. She left me with a million questions as to why she acted that way. Strangely enough, I was willing to sit with her and just listen to her problems for hours. "Dude, are you even listening?" I blinked when Damien snapped his fingers in front of me to yank me back to reality, and that's when I r

Miracle's POVI admit that I came from money. I grew up not having to worry about it because that is the only thing my father showered me with—money. It wasn't what I wanted, however,and I can live just fine without it. I craved his love and longed for his attention. But just like my mother, he never gave me what I wanted. When I was released from prison, I did not have somewhere I can turn to or someone I can count on because I was not close with anyone. I isolated myself so much that all I have is myself. I had no car, house, and the savings I had are frozen in my account. The only money I have was a bundle of cash Norman gave me to start with. Roughly a thousand dollars I need to spend wisely or I will find myself living in the street. But as I walked down the street wearing the same clothes I was wearing when I signed the divorce paper, I never felt so... free. For the first time in forever, I was able to breathe without something blocking my airways. I am still worried about m

Hawkins's POV Call me a creep, but my eyes never left her. I tried to focus on the party, but my eyes kept going back to her, lingering, watching her every move. I never thought I'd see her again. I had hoped that I would, but I didn't think I'd see her again so soon. It's funny how she was a mere stranger, but she's all I can think about now. I would have thought she was an illusion, if I didn't see her interact with Katherine, the founder of this foundation. There was one thing I noticed, however, and it left me unsettled and annoyed. I saw how some people looked at her with contempt in their eyes, as if she just committed the worst crime in history. It took everything in me not to confront them one by one and gouged their eyes out. "I can't believe she had the audacity to show her face here." I heard someone say from behind me while I was silently sipping my champagne, eyes glued to the beauty a few feet away from me. "What? Who are you talking about?" "That girl in a chea