All Chapters of The Price Of Her Mercy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MIRADarkness had filled the whole estate. Mr Smith arrives about some moments later to fix what’s wrong. The backup generator hummed for a minute and went silent. I wonder what’s the problem. I stand still in the kitchen waiting for when the lights would come back on. I've been living with darkness most of my life. I was preparing dinner when the lights suddenly went out. A visitor is arriving today. Even with a pricked finger that throbs like it hates me, I need to prepare enough meals for their entertainment. I am the house chef after all. I’ve been used to darkness, and there were some times when I had to sleep with just candles in the cabin. Just the flame of the candle would keep the house bright enough to see what needed to be seen. I clutch my arm under my shoulders pacing from one end of the kitchen to the other, waiting for when the generator would come back on. I head out and trace the oil lamp on the dining table and I lit it on. I can see the silhouette in front of m

MIRAThe breeze outside was chill, with dust rising in some parts. Bumps appear on my body. I fold my arm and wait for him to move back into the mansion pacing around the river bank, with thoughts about the opportunity. Accepting it will feel like I’m cheating Jackson. I do need something for myself. Adrian is right. If I’m to stand alone I need something to stand on, for Nora. If I lose this opportunity, Nora gets to walk around picking things on the floor like I did. She'll work three to four jobs to make bills. She’ll drop out of school due to lack of funding like I did. She’ll struggle and become a prey like me. I couldn’t stand on my feet knowing that Jackson may control me all my life and discard me when he wants. I walk back into the mansion, straight to see Nora again. She’s my beacon of hope. But I don’t stop thinking about what I can accomplish with the help of Adrian. At dawn, I slip in a note at the bottom of his door. “I’m in. Mira” I move out to the kitchen to begin

JACKSON “Are you okay?” Jerry’s voice strikes behind me. “You’ve been drinking again.”“I’m fine.”“You don’t look fine.”“Well, I have news and you’re not going to like it.”“Surely… it can’t be worse than what’s going on already. Mira signs the contract with Adrian, and she’s building, while my empire is drowning. I don’t know how to feel about that.” I retort.“About Adrian… I spoke with him yesterday. He thinks this land belongs to Mira rightfully.”“Wh… what?”“We should discuss this when you’re sober. You need to get some rest. Eat. I’ll come talk to you later,” Jerry insists.“But… before I go. Are you happy for her?”“I am, but I don’t trust Adrian. Power changes people. It brings out the part of them that was hidden. I’ve seen it destroy people multiple times,” I end.“I’m sure she’ll be okay. She’s a good person and she’s responsible. It’ll be okay if you trust her. I’ve only known her for months, but I know she’s good.”“Are you in love with her?” Jerry blurts.A small lau

MIRASuccess doesn’t happen in the blink of an eye. It takes time, hard work, a lot of sleepless nights, one bold choice, and an individual who believes in you.For me, that person is Adrian Davenport. Unlike Jackson, he doesn’t come into my life like a savior. He comes as a suggestion, calm, compelling, and all it takes is saying yes to the challenge.When he first states his interest in funding a restaurant in the heart of town for me, I think it’s a joke. He laughs over it, doesn’t pressure, doesn’t push. He states the stakes.All I have to gain and all I have to lose by refusing or accepting the proposal. It all begins with an idea. Then it turns into a beautiful reality. Eight months later, here I am, free from the pity of rich men.Laughter fills the air. Every dish returning is a sign that people love it here and hard work leads to progress. People storm in and out of the restaurant. Some come with friends, others with families. It’s the best decision I ever made.The smell of

JACKSONIt’s a new day and I thought, why not go make more enquiries about the property ownership. I drove slowly, heading out to the courthouse of Sunrise Bay. My heart thumping as to how I’d feel if the rumor was true. Mira owns the whole property. “Good morning,” I greeted the receptionist who ran her eyes all over me. “Oh hello handsome. How may I help you?“I’m looking for a Judge Hampson.” “Okay, please state your name and the reason for your visit. I’m Jackson Meliś, here for concerns about my property down at Sunrise Bay.” I stated.“I’m sorry did you say Meliś.”“Yes.”“Hold on a minute. Good morning ma’am, I’ve a Jackson Meliś here to see you. Okay, alright ma’am.”She mutters, hanging up the call. “She’ll see you now, her office is just down the hall.” “Okay thanks.”I knocked on her door twice. “Please come on in.“Good morning Judge.” “Oh please call me Elena. You’re Mr Jackson. Right?”“Yes ma.” “I remember your father. I was one of his attorneys when he was alive