All Chapters of The Price Of Her Mercy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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A miracle

MIRA“Happy birthday doll,” Jackson, croaks, struggling to breathe through the air tubes stuck in his nose. “Thanks dad.” Nora yells. “Welcome back from the dead.” She giggles, eyes blurry with tears. A small laugh escapes him and he coughs. The nurse quickly rushes in. “I’m sorry hun but you’ll have to step outside. He needs to be examined.” “Oh! She should stay.” Jackson counters.“I’ll go.” I sniff.. “I’ll go.” I nod, heading outside the room, walking down the hallway. Jerry walks into the hospital with cans of fruit juice. “Oh Mira.. good morning I didn’t know you’re around.”“He’s awake. Jack he.. he’s awake.. he’s being checked by the nurse and Nora’s in there.” “For real? Thank goodness. That’s great news. I was up all night making sure he’s safe.”“Thanks so much Jerry. You’re a gem. Buttt…There’s more. I got this.” I hand my phone over to him message. “I don’t know where it came from.”“I just got him back and I don’t want to lose him.” I gasp. “I’m sure nothing like th

The Viper's sting

MIRAThe buzzing sound of my phone wakes me up. A single notification that shatters the quiet. My head still thumps. I exhale. What could be the problem. I head to the window from where a faint noise of laughter is coming from and I find Nora and Jerry playing catch. Good. At least someone is keeping her company. I picked up my phone and there was a message from an unknown number. I’ve been getting a lot of that since Nora’s kidnapping. Threats. Warnings and what nots. It wasn’t news anymore.It read “The dead don't stay buried. Check the news at midnight, Mira.”I knew it was Aurora. She and Adrian are now working together to pull me down. Nice try. Except I’ve decided to show them they’re messing with the wrong bitch. I ignore it at first, glinging my phone to the edge of the couch. Since Jackson began healing, my mornings now belong to a routine: warm tea, a quiet yoga stretch, and checking on Jackson. His meals. His medications. But something about the tone keeps taunting me. I

Ice cold

MIRAI sit up in my room. My head hurts from all the thoughts I try to shove away. And suddenly, It's 12:01 a.m.I know the moment the video drops, not because I’m watching, but because my phone begins exploding with notifications like thunder. Jerry bursts into the room, his face pale, breathing shallow.“It’s out, Mi..”I don’t need him to say more. My stomach drops like a stone sinking into the river. The edited “confession,” my fractured voice spliced into a lie, is now a public property. Consumed, dissected, and weaponized by the media. As usual. I force myself to look.The video plays on every screen, every feed, it’s every trending headline:“THE WOMAN WHO BROKE THE MELIŚ DYNASTY.”“MIRA STEPHEN MELIŚ: THE GOLD-DIGGER AND THE FALL.”“CONFESSION OF A MANIPULATOR.”"MIRA STEPHEN MELIŚ: THE FAUX PHOENIX" My face. Exhausted from grieving months ago.. is slapped onto thumbnail after thumbnail. The first comment I see makes my chest burn.“Lock her up. How could she?”“She's a Witch

Balcony Betrayal

MIRAI and Jerry plot before the sun rises. “Have some rest Mi. And say goodbye to Nora. I’ll be back in a few hours with what we need.”“Okay Jer.” I reply under my breath.A few hours later, Jerry arrives at the mansion. Jerry paces the living room with two passports, two burner phones, a few things packed, and a tension in his shoulders I’ve never seen before.“They’ll go underground once they reach Europe,” he says. “If we wait for the authorities, we’ll lose them.”“And Jackson?” I ask quietly.“He’ll understand,” Jerry replies, avoiding my eyes."You realize there's no going back. If we leave now, it’s done. So decide. And if you chose to ba..”"And let that bitch get away with everything.. hell no." I cut in.I know the truth: Jackson would chase them himself if he weren’t still recovering from Aurora murder attack on him. He's done so much already, burning himself alive in the media for me.“We go.” I demand, nodding. I rub my tummy. I can feel the life inside me. It gives t

Hard Proof

MIRA Adrian's confession still hangs between us. He steps closer, too close, and his breath is a warm contrast to the cold Paris wind brushing my cheeks. “Mira… leave him.” His voice cracks. Genuine or just perfectly crafted, I can’t tell anymore with these faux humans. “Jackson always hurts you. He has and He always will.”“No,” I whisper. “You’re wrong.”"Am I?" He asks, basking in his ego.Adrain shakes his head slowly, as though I’m the one blinded by fantasy. “He destroys everything he touches. He’s a loser and you know that. You felt it for years. He couldn't even hold down his father's enterprise. Is that.. who you want to spend your life with?”No.. he didn’t just say that about the man I love. My throat tightens. I sniff. “Yes. He hurt me. He broke things in me I didn’t know could break.” I look him straight in the eye. “But he learned how to change. He fought to change, to be.. better.”“And that’s enough for you?” Adrian demands. “A few grand gestures and apologies?” He

Taken!

MIRAJerry's phone buzzes. “I need to take this Mi.. I'll be right back.”He steps out to make a secure call. I pace around the room for a moment and move to the window, watching the Paris streetlights flicker in the drizzle of the rain. My mind is a storm of heavy thoughts and plans. Find Aurora and make her pay, find Adrian, clear Jackson’s name, and restore everything to the way it used to be, or at least try.The hallway outside is suddenly too quiet. A knot tightens in my stomach. I turn just as the lights in the room flicker..once, twice, then die off. Darkness spreads through the room.“Jer...Jerry?” I call out. “Did you...” I stutterThe door bursts open. Two men in black flood the room masks, gloves, fast and silent. I barely have time to scream before a cloth is pressed over my nose and mouth, the chemical sting burning my eyes and into my lungs. I claw at them, fight, kick, but my limbs grow heavy, my vision blurring into streaks of shadow. One voice cuts through the haze:

At dawn

MIRABefore dawn, I'm already awake. My wrist still throbbing from last night's chaos. Jackson’s steady breathing warms my shoulder. I slip out of bed silently, picking up my coat and face cap, stepping into the dim hallway. I’m not running. I have unfinished business with Aurora. As I watch her from the glass door of her hospital room, she looks nothing like the woman who once strutted through ball rooms in stilettos. She looks pale, trembling, her breaths shallow and rapid. The poison I had injected was agonizing but reversible. “How the mighty has fallen.” I whisper looking down as a nurse passes by. I stand at her bedside, the vial of antidote glinting between my fingers. Aurora’s eyes widen in terror. Her right hand is cuffed to the bed. Good. How does it feel to be on the sharp end of the knife.“Please,” she croaks. “Please Mi...”I connect the vial to the IV tube and press the first dose through. Aurora gasps, relief flooding her face as her muscles loosens and color returns

The Shocking news

MIRAI watch the river swallow him whole. I’m helpless.For a heartbeat, I stand there paralyzed, shaking, breath trapped somewhere between my ribs and throat. Dark spirals move on the surface of the river, already pulling Adrian away. Is he alive? Is he dead? I don’t know. I only know he’s injured. Then I move. I don’t think, don’t care that the water looks like the mouth of something ancient and hungry. I just jump. The cold slaps like a punishment. Like a thousand knives carving straight into my bones.The river pulls me under so fast and my lungs panic. Ballet I know. Cooking I know too but swimming? No. In a few minutes, The world turns black, then it begins to spin. I kick upward, fighting to make sense of direction. The drive. The drive. Get the drive.My fingers stretch continuously and blindly through the freezing dark, searching, grasping at nothing but water and weeds. Every sound is a muffle. my heartbeat, the echo of Jerry shouting from the bridge, the people taking shel

Guilty or not

MIRAI hail a cab and hurry back before anyone who can recognize me sets their eyes on me. If they did, it wouldn’t take long before anyone figures out the perpetrator. Me. “We’re here ma’am. Ma’am?” The driver calls one more time. “Right, here’s your fee.” I exhale and slip my finger to open the car door, but I pause. My chest tightens even more. My eyes turn glassy. Every sound, didn’t have an origin. Everything’s happening all at once.“Are you all right ma’am? Do you need help?” “No I’m good.”I dash out of the car and head into the hotel. Jerry was already waiting in my room, hands on his waist as he listens to the news of Aurora’s ‘sudden’ demise. His expression was clear, he was sad for her. I too.For a long time i convinced myself that that was the best decision, the best step to making my life easier with her off my back.“She’s gone Jer. I..” the words, bitter and heavy struggle to come out of my mouth.“shhh.. come here.” He whispers pulling me close to him. I place my

Bones and ashes

MIRAThe trial feels like drowning in broad daylight. Reporters fill every hallway. Cameras clicking every corner like teeth snapping. Every headline has my name dripping in lies and suspicion. Did she or didn't she?STABLE GIRL TURNS MASTER THIEFTHE MIRA STEPHEN SCANDALHIDDEN FORTUNE IN LIES.Inside the courtroom, my hands trembles so hard I had to sit on them to make it stop. Richard Meliś, Adrian and Aurora were all dead. Yet somehow, the crimes of all of them are pinned on me. Me.The prosecutors tower their evidence like skyscrapers, with each brick being just another piece of false evidence and forged data. Every detail (according to the drive) points to one conclusion: I'm guilty.Jackson sits beside me each day, jaw tense, fingers laced together so tightly they shook. Every time the prosecutor says ‘her accounts’, ‘her signatures’ or “her crimes”, Jackson looks at me like he wants to tear down the entire legal system with his bare hands. But all that doesn’t bother me. Th

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