Rebuilding Milo Novels & Stories

I'll be behind you" ************************************* MILA'S POV It was really strange, It had been 12 days at Mr McCarter's place and he hadn't even bothered to come see the person whom he would supposedly marry. I felt very unimportant and unwanted, but at the same time, it was peaceful for me. In a very long while, peace was all I felt until my phone rang and I heard the news that shattered all the pieces of peace I had left inside me, as I crumbled to the ground and wailed. I Just Lost My Dad.

Terror shot through me like a bullet "Milo, stop! You are going to…" But he had already turned back to Millen. What followed suit wasn't a fight. It was an execution. Milo moved like liquid lightning, faster than anything I'd ever seen. One time he was far from millen. The next his jaws was closing down on Millen's fore arm, and tore. A scream that was not a scream filled the air. But milo was not done, his extra sharp teeths that was now dripping with saliva found her hind legs, the sickening sound of bones shattering echoed, followed by her painful howls.

His robes whispered against the floor as he walked, his thin frame almost hidden by their folds. “You called for me,” Milo rasped, his voice carrying the eerie stillness of graveyards. His sightless gaze turned unerringly towards Scarlett’s sleeping form on the bed. I clenched my fists tighter, claws pricking into my palms. “See her. Tell me what’s happening to her.” Milo moved closer, his pale fingers trembling as he reached out. He sat carefully on the edge of the bed, placing two thin fingers against her temple. His eyes fluttered rapidly, lips parting as his breath came in shallow gasps.

“Then talk. For once, Milo, just talk to me as a man. Not a soldier.” Milo stayed standing for a moment, torn between instinct and emotion. Then sat across from me, almost like a son summoned to explain a hidden wound. He exhaled deeply. “My birth name is Mi Lo Jin. Son of Jong Ping Jin, Korean arms financier. Ruthless. Unforgiving. He trafficked power like currency. His reach extended into Lorenzo’s camp before Lorenzo even had a name.” My eyes narrowed. “And you disowned him?” Milo nodded. “He killed my mother for giving me a conscience. I left Korea. Found refuge with Mr. Martinez, a tech genius who owed my mother a favor. He became my real father. Trained me. Gave me a second life.”

"Mabel, are you defending him? Figures. Your family's from the countryside, too, right? I heard your family raises pigs. No wonder you always smell like manure." Daphne curled her lip, looking at me with thinly veiled pity. Even without pretending, their backgrounds were still far better than mine. "Huh. Guess you and the driver are the same kind of people," she said. "You two probably have a lot in common." "Yeah," Lillian added with a laugh. "Like raising pigs." Their laughter overlapped. I bit my lower lip, letting my expression tighten like I had been hurt. "Say whatever you want about me, but don't drag the driver into it. He works hard every day just to support his family."

I say Finally, he has come to save me, I knew I could count on him especially in moments like this, I heave a sigh of relieve internally The moment I stand up from where I tried to stay hidden, my vision becomes blurry instantly that I wave a bit making me kick something “Jelena, are you sure you are good, sure I shouldn't come in?” He asks again “Nope I'm good” I respond back opening the door “I'm sorry I took that long” I say apologizing “It's fine but we have to go home right now, I got a call, an attack on the pack so can you get things running and packed in ten minutes time?” He asks

In my mind, no matter what, I had to guard the shares Mom had left behind. In my previous life, after my death, the shares in my name were ultimately swallowed up by Dad and Brandon, anyway. This time around, I refused to be that stupid again. … I was all better after a few days of rest. I got ready to head home. Before returning, though, I made a trip to the Moore residence to explain the situation to Phil in person.

Sherephina nodded gently but didn’t lie. “It will take time,” she said. “But I don’t hate you.” Lucinda cried quietly. It wasn’t forgiveness. Not yet. But it was the first step toward healing. The Vale mansion settled into warm, steady rhythms. Grandpa Tomas walked the gardens every evening. Sherephina studied hard and trained in self-defense, now out of discipline rather than fear. Elias visited often, bringing laughter or arguments or both. Staff members moved freely, smiling again. The air was clean of tension.

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

They would know something had changed, and they might move up their timeline or find another way to destroy me. No. I had to be smart about this, i had to play the long game just like Lawrence said. I started making a new file on my computer. First, I needed to stop the money transfers without making it obvious. Then, I needed to gather more evidence. Enough that when I finally exposed them, there would be no way for them to talk their way out of it. I was so focused on my work that I didn't hear my phone vibrate the first time. The second time, I glanced over and saw a notification from an unknown number.