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He was just good at pretending. Before I could say anything else, the door opened and Mira walked in. She was moving quickly and her cheeks were slightly red like she had been running. Claudia was right behind her, her face hard and cold as always. Mira stopped suddenly when she saw me and Declan standing together. For a moment, she looked frozen, like she did not know what to do. Then she composed herself and stepped forward, as she carefully avoids looking at mine. Declan did not even look at her. He turned to Claudia instead and asked, “what is wrong?”

Julia’s POV “These things don’t happen overnight,” Mira told me as she laid back in her lounger. “They take time. You’ll get there. I’m sure of it.” She laced her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. “God, isn’t the sun glorious today?” We were sitting outside Mira’s house at her private infinity pool that overlooked the ocean. Her chef had prepared us a charcuterie board, full of imported cheeses, figs, nuts, and cured meats. I nibbled a piece of cheese as I nodded.

she continued, her tone dropping just slightly, “maybe the wedding should be postponed… until we understand what’s really going on with her.” For a second. I considered it. Only for a second. Then- A scream tore through the room. “Ahhh—!” Mira. I turned instantly. She was clutching her chest, her other hand digging into her stomach, her body arching slightly as if something inside her was pulling violently. Her breathing was erratic. Her eyes wide. Terrified. “It’s coming—!” she cried out, her voice shaking. “It’s coming…!” My heart slammed hard against my chest.

"But I do love a woman who knows what she wants." Mira’s laugh is low, dark. "Oh, I know exactly what I want." Her hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back until my throat is bared, vulnerable. Alaric’s breath hitches…he likes this. The realization sends a sick, hot thrill through me. His fingers dig deeper into my flesh, almost lifting me off my toes as Mira’s other hand slides between my legs, palm flattening over my cunt through the fabric. "And right now," she purrs, "I want to watch you fuck her while she chokes on my cunt."

~SARA~ I blink. What the hell just happened? Mira lunges for the laptop, shoving the tech guy aside. Her eyes dart frantically across the screen as if staring hard enough will somehow alter what just played. “This—” she points at the screen, her finger trembling. “This can’t be real. She must have left the kitchen to switch her food. That food isn’t hers!” Mrs. Ford pinches the bridge of her nose and shakes her head slowly. “How would that be possible, Mira? The video clearly shows her helping to put out the fire.”

There was that familiar silence on the line, the kind that meant Mira’s brain was still working through angles I hadn’t considered. “Okay,” Mira said slowly, drawing the word out. “I’m going to say something, and you’re not allowed to get offended.” I smiled faintly. “That’s usually when I should get offended.” “Don’t let that care turn into something else.” I blinked. “What?” “You heard me.” “Mirabella” “I mean it,” Mira pressed on. “High-stress situations? Dramatic wills? Protective men storming into the night? That is prime emotional-impulse territory.”

She braced for pain, instinctively raising an arm to shield herself. Instead… The office door burst open wide. Scarlet blinked in disbelief. “Mira?” she breathed. Mira stood there like she’d walked in from a casual errand...not a warzone. Her face was pale, her eyes shimmering like moonlit water, but beneath that soft exterior was something razor-sharp. She didn’t look at Scarlet. Not at first. Her gaze locked directly onto one of the hefty men. Her eyes changed...deepened. Darkened. “Go back home,” Mira said, voice low but unnervingly calm. “Take your men with you. You never met me.”

Kira and I jerked away from each other and to my utmost annoyance, Mira was the one at the door looking livid. “Have you lost your mind, Mira? Why did you make such an entrance?” I asked, holding Kira down with my hand when she attempted to stand up. I saw Mira's eyes lock on the location of my hand. “I should be asking you what you are doing with that slut!” She screamed. Kira gasped, staring at me. “What is she talking about?”

Not having a thing to say, I kept quiet in my seat and ate calmly. "Hmmm." She nodded reluctantly and took a sip of wine. "So Mira..." She started but I was quick to cut in. "Mila!" I supplied, and she looked at me questioningly. "My name Ma. It's Mila." "Hmmm, I see." She noted, before she continued. "So Mira, what social class do you belong?" "What?!" I asked caught off guard. I clearly understood what she had asked but her question was...... so.... materialistic! Plus! the fact she had still called me 'Mira', considering my clarification had gotten me.

Mira also invested time to binge watch movies with her. Hell, the girl was determined to win Lisa’s heart. But Lisa’s heart hadn’t yielded yet. She still harbor hatred and thoughts of revenge in her heart despite Mira’s plea to let go. Now, Mira’s here for a visit. She came immediately after shooting her scene at Brazzers. Opening the door, Lisa took Mira in and saw her carrying shopping bags. “Hey…” Mira gushed as she kissed Lisa’s lips. “Hi…what are those?” Lisa asked, eyes trained on the bags.