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

Adrian's POV “I’m waiting for you in your office.” That was all it took to ruin my mood. I stared at the message for a second before sliding my phone back into my pocket. Of all days, she chose to message me today? James said nothing as he drove, probably sensing my mood. I was in a good mood, not quite long, and just a single text from my mother spoiled everything. James stared at me through the review mirror. “Maybe she just wanted to check on you,” he said, and I almost laughed. “Check up on me? My own mother? Nah?” It sounds cruel, but that is exactly what my mother could do. She can never check up on me, not since I was a kid. My mother, Jessica Westwood, has heard about the marriage, and that is exactly why she’s here. She has no reason to be here aside from that. But the question is, who told her? By the time James pulled into the company's parking lot, I had mentally prepared myself. I rode the elevator up, straightened my jacket, and pushed the door to

Mira’s POV “All done.” The Makeup Artist steps back and smiles at her work. I turned to face the mirror. I looked good, really, really good actually. I almost did not recognise myself staring back at me. My skin was glowing, my eyes were done perfectly, my lips were painted red, and it was shining. I looked like someone who had her life together, if only that were true. I just thought this wedding was going to be small, maybe something like a low-key wedding. Just the two of us and a few people signed the paper and left. That was the picture I had in my head when I agreed to all of these. Nobody told me the heir of Westwood could not have a quiet wedding. I found out a little bit too late. The venue alone was enough to make my job drop; I had never seen anything like this in my life. The flowers we arranged were from the entrance, and all the way inside. All the guests screamed Luxury. All this for your wedding, I agreed to just so I could escape my father’s and Joseph's

Mira’s POV Everything happened at a fast pace; one moment I was still catching my breath, the next minute Adrian was holding me, asking if I was good. I managed a nod, but I could tell immediately just from the way he glared at me that he was boiling with rage. “Park.” He told his driver sharply. James pulled over, and before I could even ask what was happening or where he was going, Adrian was already out of the car. James moved to follow him, but Adrian stopped him without even looking back. “Stay with her.” James sat back down immediately. I wound down the window slowly, trying to see what was going on inside. I saw a lady had stepped out of the car in our lane. If I was not wrong, the woman was in her late forties or early fifties, well dressed, and she looked composed. She turned toward this side, and that’s when I caught her face properly. I understood immediately that the resemblance between her and Adrian was too obvious to be denied. That was his mother. I watch

Mira’s POV I hadn’t even fully opened my eyes when I heard a loud noise from outside. At first, it sounded like a dream, but as my eyes opened slowly, I realized it wasn’t a dream. The voices were shuffling against each other. I realized it was definitely coming from the outside. I pulled the duvet over my head with an annoying groan, hoping it would stop, but it didn’t. I groaned and sat up slowly, my body still heavy from last night, Ann and I had stayed on the phone talking until almost three in the morning and honestly I couldn’t even tell what we spent three hours saying, we just talked the way we always did, jumping from one thing to the next until sleep became unavoidable and even then I had laid there for a while before I finally slept. The noise from outside got louder. I pushed myself off the bed, grabbed something to wear, and made my way outside. The first thing I saw was the security; a group of them gathered near the gate, and two people stood in between them.

Mira’s POV I forced a smile and tried to go back to my food. I had barely lifted my spoon again when Jessica’s voice came across the table casually. “And I won’t be the only one staying,” she said, “Camille will be staying as well.” I looked up slowly. Camille, so that was her name, the young lady I had seen standing quietly beside Jessica at the gate this morning with her luggage, beautiful and composed, I had wondered about her then, and now I had my answer. What else was there for me to say? I nodded and kept the smile on my face even though it was becoming harder to hold with every passing second. I glanced at Adrian from the corner of my eye, and the anger on his face was immediate and clear. He set his cup down and looked at Jessica directly. “We talked about this.” His voice was low and sharp, “We just got married yesterday, we need our privacy. Camille only got to sleep in this house for one night, and I told you clearly this morning, I don’t want to see her in this hou