Miriam X Mei Novels & Stories

“Yes… she’s not your—?” “No,” I cut in sharply, not taking my eyes off her. “She’s not.” I turned then, slowly, to face Miriam. She stood a few feet behind me, stiff and silent. Her expression was neutral, but her gaze didn’t meet mine. “Miriam,” I said, my voice deceptively calm. “Did you speak to anyone from Elysian Gowns?” She hesitated just a fraction too long. “I—” she began, eyes finally flicking up to meet mine, then falling again. “I only responded to the letter they sent. It was addressed to you, but you were away when it came, and it seemed urgent. I didn’t think it would cause any issues.”

MARIA'S POV. It was a bright morning, the sun shining at its peak, casting a beautiful glow through the hospital glass, my hips swinging left and right as I walked through the hospital halls. The male doctors and some patients' mouths fell open as I passed them, they whispered among themselves. “Isn't that Maria Maria?” They asked each other. Yes, I am Maria Maria, I changed my last name, there was no need to carry on my last name after they chased me out of the company.

I wasn't careful and did as the girl said. The door was near me, so I quickly entered the training yard and went to the girl talking to me just now. She introduced herself to me as she walked, "I'm Mira." "I'm Sharmaine; nice to meet you." I'm friendly. "Sharmaine? Are you Sir Darian's wife?" Mira was surprised. I don't know if I felt it wrong, but Mira's attitude seemed less surprising than what she showed. I have been accustomed to observing other people's faces since childhood so that no expression can escape my eyes.

Sienna's P.O.V "So Miss Greenwood,why don't we start by telling me about yourself"he says writing something into the diary. "okay...."I say before letting out a sigh "As you know my name is Sienna Greenwood,I'm 21 years of age. I'm in my final year of medical school with the hopes of becoming a neuro surgeon. I was in Italy but moved to America when I was six. I don't know who my dad is but I only know he is from England. That is all"I say looking anywhere but him

' She stepped forward with the assurance of someone who is familiar with authority. “Amina.”. Not Unit Zero. Not subject. Amina. That unsettled her. She looked at Adrian. “Doctor Vale.”. Adrian went still. Recognition. And dread. “Dr. Miriam Saye.”. The name landed like history. Amina looked between them. “You know her.”. Adrian's jaw tightened. “She was project director.”. Miriam smiled faintly. “Still so concise.”. Amina's pulse quickened. Project director. One of the architects.

But he was still supposed to inform me that he was travelling. “Yeah,” I nodded. “I had a lot in my mind that I forgot. You know Kieran, he is always travelling.” She forced a smile and stretched out her hand to shake me. “I'm Mira,” she introduced. Mira? As in Mira, Kieran's secretary. The only woman who can look into Kieran's burning eyes and not get burnt. “Wow,” I said, taking her hand. “It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

he said gruffly. I sat down, rubbing my sore wrist, my eyes narrowing as the door opened. And then I froze. Miriam. Shannon’s right-hand woman in crime. Elegant as ever, with that same calculating smile that never reached her eyes. She wore a long black coat and a veil hat, like someone attending a funeral. Well, maybe she was mine. “Miriam,” I said, my voice flat. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She smiled faintly, sitting down across from me. “My, my. Ten days and you already look like you’ve been here for ten years.”

“He has a helipad. Even if he’s not thrilled with me, he wouldn’t deny mi padre’s request.” Rei’s car was parked on their driveway under overhead lights. As our car came closer, the front door to the house opened, and Rei came out with a woman. “I know her,” I said softly. “From the wedding.” “She is Em’s cousin, Mireya.” “Are she and Rei dating?” “No.” Aléjandro laughed. “She lives here.” I appreciated the reminder of the woman’s name as Mireya and Rei came to our vehicle. “Mia, hello again.” Mireya was petite and pretty with long dark hair and round brown eyes. I guessed her age to be somewhere in her early twenties. She spoke as we got out of the vehicle. “You’re headed out to the yacht.

The guilt etched across her face was impossible to miss. “No,” she said quickly, but the hesitation in her voice betrayed her. “Well… not exactly. But there’s something I’ve been keeping from you. For years, actually. And I don’t know if you’re ever going to forgive me for it.” Mia arched an eyebrow, her frustration mounting. “What are you talking about? Just spit it out already.” Mimi hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as though the words were too heavy to say. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “Mia, my real name isn’t Mimi Gormes. It’s… Emilia De La Vega.”

Miriam ran to Luna and hugged her, and Luna smiled, hugging her back. "I am so excited," Miriam said. "Everything is just so perfect. You know, I came here earlier, but I had to go out because I received a call. But.... seriously this is amazing, we should toast to many more amazing parties and to each other too."