Miller-stewart Novels & Stories

All eyes shifted. But the response came calm, unshaken. “Yes, we do.” A pause. “That is why I am certain she is Dr. Miller.” Measured. Final. “Are you satisfied now?” For a second, silence. But Estelle never stepped back. “What is your identification process?” Her tone tightened. “Dr. Miller was given a special invitation.” Quick, sharp— “She could have stolen it.” Then, almost scoffing— “Mr. Blackwell, just to get an award with no money involved—”

I asked, turning my head to look him dead in the eye. "Well, a little! Isn't Mr. Miller one of the most powerful men in this whole city?" I straightened my spine, sitting bolt upright. "Mr. Miller killed his own wife. He partnered with Gabriel's twisted mother and had Gabriel kidnapped and tortured... Should I keep listing out his sins for you, or do you get the picture?"

Miller demanded, a sudden note of contempt crept into his voice “Tyler is just a few minutes away, in case you are concerned. And as for your question, the only person you should have any business talk with, is your successor, ” Mrs. Miller said, slicing viciously into her steak. “I don't care if that boy comes or not… And how are you sure that I am not talking to my successor right now? ” Mr Miller retorted. Mrs. Miller and Emily looked at Mr Miller in astonishment. But Logan cast only the slightest of a glance towards the women, before focusing back on his steak. Unfazed by what Mr. Miller had said.

“Chairman Miller, Plath Corporation has temporarily cut off all international sales channels and restock channels belonging to Dawn Corporation.” The assistant turned her head around to cast a glance at Jasper. The car was parked at the entrance of the Miller family’s mansion. “I heard from the butler that Mr. Miller is very angry. You…” ‘Should start planning on how you’re going to save your own skin.’ Jasper’s mind was filled with Summer, and he was slightly absent-minded. Bang!

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "But why don't you share your secret with me Miller? I am sure there is no use of you going through this elaborate charade because I am well aware that you are one narcissistic bastard who just like blowing his own horns. Your inner conscience knows that Xavier is wrong but your greedy soul has devoured up your morals. Admit it Miller, you just want power and wealth that's why you have stuck yourself in this mucilaginous mess of gore and cruelty. But remember Ex Agent, it's just a matter of few days. Maybe today you got all the marbles but remember the truth fears no test. Once your criminal activities crash the news boards, your days of Xavier's

took off his crown and stared into the abyss. "Five minutes, Miller," I said, my voice sounding like gravel. "The Sterling gala begins at eight, sir. Your mother called twice. She says the press is already asking about the engagement announcement." "I said five minutes." I heard his footsteps retreat. Miller was the only one who didn't look at me with pity. He looked at me with a kind of wary respect, like one might look at a wounded predator that was still capable of snapping a neck. He was the only one who had seen me the night the phone went into the blue chemical waste. He was the only one who knew that for all my billions, I was currently the poorest man in the city.

Mia argued. William watched them. His family. Not perfect. Not simple. But real. Inside the mansion, Mrs. Miller stood by the window. Fully recovered. Watching them. Her lips curved into a soft smile. “Looks like things are finally right,” she said. Behind her, Mr. Miller stood quietly. Older. Quieter. Changed. “I made a mistake,” he admitted. Mrs. Miller didn’t look at him. “You did.” A pause. “But you can fix it.” Mr. Miller nodded slowly.

~SIERRA~ “But the notes had a C, I assumed…” “You must know that this kind of people are smart, Ms. Reid, probably the person already knew that you and Ms. Rorbertson were not on good terms, so he or she decided to use her initials that way you would suspect Ms. Robertson,” he explained, and it made sense. “For now, I advise you not to share any information with anyone because I am suspecting someone who is very close to you, and reading the notes, it must be a man.”

Bernice The news hit like a bombshell, sending shockwaves through the financial world and beyond. I stared at the TV screen in disbelief as the crisp-voiced anchor delivered the story that would dominate headlines for weeks to come. "In a shocking turn of events, Aaron Miller, founder and majority shareholder of the Miller Group, along with his wife Elina Miller, have been taken into custody by the FBI in connection with a 13-year-old murder case," the anchor announced, her perfectly coiffed hair barely moving as she leaned forward slightly. "Sources close to the investigation reveal that the couple is accused of poisoning Aaron Miller's first wife, Doris Miller, in what appears to be a care

Mrs Miller of course didn't tell anyone of what she had done, except for their trusted driver Mr Cooper, he had been her driver once upon a time too, so Mr Cooper was the most trusted person she could think of, in the absence of her parent's that is. Mr Miller sat down on the bed all the while he was looking at his wife with impatience, the fact that she was looking about, unbothered, annoyed him further. "I don't have all the day, you know?" Mr Miller commanded his wife and that help snapped her back to reality.