All Chapters of Mira Reckoning: Love, Lies and Inheritance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mira's POV Dressed in a black pencil gown and a scarf around my neck, I placed my phone into my bag and made my way out of my room. " Mira darling, I heard you got home quite early yesterday and went straight to bed.” Grandfather was seated at the dining table. " Hello, Grandfather.” I walked towards him and dropped a kiss on his cheek from behind. " I didn't know how exhausted I was until I lay on the bed," I answered truthfully. I had slept like a dead woman until this morning. I couldn't even have dinner. “It is good that you rested well. When will you have time for this old man?" He asked with a sad face, “Since you came back, you haven't said anything to me. Don't you want your old man to know what's going on in his granddaughter's life?" My lips tugged to the side. Dropping my bag on the table, I sat down on the chair next to him. " Grandfather, you know I have to work.” " You can take a day off. I need my granddaughter even if it's for a day.” I smiled. Mr. Westwoo

Adrian's POV James stepped into my office after knocking on the door twice. " Sir, Mrs Mira's office is set.” I lifted my head to meet his eyes. “Repeat". I said with a cold and deep voice. “Mrs Mira—-”I threw the pen I was holding at him. He dodged by an inch. " Who is a ‘Mrs’?" I hissed, “Did you marry her?" James shook his head, “I'm sorry, sir. Miss Mira Andrew's office is set." “What position is available?" I asked quietly. “Sir, there is no vacancy right now," James replied. My eyes twitched, “You'd better find one immediately, else kiss your job goodbye." I dropped my gaze back to the document I was working on before he came in. His eyes widened, “Boss. Sir…" he stuttered. “I have an idea." “What is it, James?" “We could, hm, create a new position for her." He stuttered, “You want her close to you, so you would be able to woo her, right?" I lifted my head, interested in where this was heading," You can make her your female personal assistant. She would be close

Julie’s POV Once we got a call from Father that Mira was coming home, Joseph and I didn’t waste time and headed to the mansion. I knew she would listen to Father, no matter how stubborn she gets. Before her arrival, I had convinced my father to warn the servants not to let Mira know that Joseph had tagged along, else she might leave. They all thought it was a clever idea. Sitting beside my mother, I didn’t speak a word. “You…!” Father roared, pointing at Mira with a shaky finger. I hurried to my father, “Calm down, Dad,” I mumbled with a meek tone, holding his shoulders gently. “Think about your health.” Father gnashed his teeth as he dropped his finger. “Let’s head to the dining table first,” I suggested, guiding Father to the dining area. Everyone rose to their feet and turned towards the dining area. I watched how Joseph wanted to speak to Mira, but she hastened her steps and ignored him. Was she that mad? This isn’t the first time they have had an issue. Does that m

Adrian's POV Time seemed to freeze as I laid above her, my lips few inches from hers. Her eyes drowsy from too much alcohol and even though she had suggested I took her to my place, I knew it wasn't a brilliant idea. So I took her home. But I don't know if this was a worse mistake. Drunk Mira trailed the tip of her fingers down my exposed neck, “Joseph said I was paying an escort." She licked her lips, “We can as well just make it so." I swallowed. Her shirt had slide down to the side exposing a part of her shoulder and cleavage. The air in the room thicken, I could hardly breath, “Mira, you're not in the right frame of mind." I breathed out heavily, trying to control myself. She whispered with that melodious voice of hers, “I love how you call my name." Then she lifted her legs, wrapping them around my waist, locking me in. Then she gripped my collars, she whispered,“I promise I won't tell. Just make me forget." Her mouth smelt of alcohol. I wished I had not made her dri

Mira's POV I almost cursed when I saw Mr. Westwood walking towards us like he owned the place. His hands were in his trousers pocket, his hair still combed neatly, and his eyes lingering on me longer than they should. “What's going on here?" He asked. " Oh, hi.” One of the girls rushed towards Mr. Westwood. " Hi, my name is Karmi, and these are my friends, Jenna and Pat.”The girls waved at him, staring at him with a hint of seduction. I rolled my eyes. The girls must have seen that he is some kind of big shot and wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to be associated with him. Why else would they change their voice and begin to act like ducks?" This lady here is intruding.” Karmi continued, " We just want to pay for our clothes and leave.” Pat stepped forward, " She's just so troublesome. We would have left by now.” The salesgirl's mouth hung open in shock. She looked at me, then at the girls. She wasn't the only one who did that; Mr. Westwood also looked at the girls and then