Novel & Cerita Meilin X Miriam

She stared at Xavier, her brows slightly furrowed. Her mind was working. Xavier caught it immediately. His smirk faltered just a fraction. Miriam narrowed her eyes. "Wait a second." Xavier's fingers tapped against the armrest. "Yes?" Miriam folded her arms. "How do you know who Mikael even is? Or that he has a son? You didn't even ask who Mikael is when Joy threw the accusation." Silence. The whole room stilled. Fiero's eyes flickered to Xavier, unreadable.

She wants what is hers, to be hers Gladys got that gene too. But hers was more like that of a villain Me: how can I change from being Gladys? I don't want to be Gladys. I'm not Gladys Ma'am Nina : you're Rainbow Me: but I have Gladys face Ma'am Nina : that's easy to change She touched my cheek and I felt a tinkling sensation Ma'am Nina: check the mirror I took the mirror and screamed Me: Rainbow I looked exactly like the real me

“You look so angelic!” Jasmine exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. “I can’t even see what you’ve done to my face.” I pointed out. Jasmine made my seat away from the mirror. She claimed that if I watched my reflection at every turn, it would distract her. She wanted me to look and feel like magic today. Her cousin was taking me out for the first time, so it would be a sin if I didn’t look my best. “I’m the mirror.” She said smugly.

Lydia said in an irritated tone and she even dared to raise her eyebrow at Mirage. " How am I disrupting your work, actually? " Mirage said and she slipped her hands on her jeans pocket and gave Lydia her bored look. ' This woman is insane. How dare she talk back to me like this. She doesn't look like she could afford anything from our shop. She doesn't look like she has money on her at all! Ha. I'm going to put you in your rightful place! ' Lydia crossed her arms on her chest and flashed her malicious grin.

And raised her hand to hit her but the weirdo stopped her. “Don’t”. “Greg, take Miss Mira home, it seems like she had too much to drink”. The lady didn’t argue, she knew that this was a lost battle. He looked at Aramina again, with what looked like amusement playing at the corners of his lips “We will meet again …soon”, he turned and left. ********

Mira wiped off her tears, “pardon me, so sorry for making a mess. I can be really forgetful of my environment sometimes.” “No, it's fine. When one is hurt, it's best to cry, only then would it be known that you are in pain.” “Thank you so much.” She grinned at him. “I am Mira Madison.” “Declan Stolkhom. It's a pleasure to meet you.” She nodded, “I will take my leave now.”

"It passed." Mira's sharp gaze lingered on my face, unconvinced. She had intelligent eyes—too intelligent for a servant, sometimes. She'd been watching me carefully ever since she'd arrived, cataloguing my moods, my injuries, my fears. She knew me too well already, could read the signs of my distress like words on a page. But before she could press the matter, Selene's voice purred inside my skull, smug and certain. "Lie all you want, but she'll see. They'll all see soon enough."

Amelia opens her eyes. She felt herself smile after seeing Damian's peacefully sleeping face. She suddenly felt the urge to wrap her arm around his waist. Amelia snuggled to his chest. Somehow, she liked the feeling of waking up with someone by her side. After a few minutes, she got up and went to the bathroom to perform her morning routine. She looks at herself in the bathroom mirror as she gently rubs her stomach. 'It's not noticeable yet' she thought as she stares at her flat tummy.

“A picture?” “No,” she said. “The fact that you were there, and he didn’t know until the fallout. You bypassed every typical signal Crane relies on. That makes you a problem.” Julian smiled faintly. “So this is an intimidation meeting.” “No,” Mirra said. “If I wanted to intimidate you, we wouldn’t be here.” He studied her face. No makeup. No visible emotion. Just stillness wrapped in calculation. Mirra leaned forward. “I’m not here to threaten you, Julian.”

Still, Miriam seemed… unbothered. “Ms. Morales,” she continued, “if my actions have caused trouble for the company, I apologize. I won’t disclose my affiliation with E.A. I don’t want to drag you into this.” Serena rubbed her temples, weary. “Miriam…” she began — but before she could continue, her phone began to vibrate on the desk. An unknown number. She hesitated, then answered. Edmund’s voice tore through the line, hoarse and venomous. “Serena! Didn’t you say Miriam wasn’t hiding? Then what the hell is this trending topic?”