The Change Kirsten Miller Novels & Stories

Celeste Laurent did not act the same way after that. She didn’t retreat immediately. That was never her instinct. But something in her recalibrated—quietly, carefully—like a designer forced to re-measure a structure after discovering a hidden load-bearing wall she was never meant to touch. Yesha Elaine was no longer a theory of influence in her mind. She was now classified reality. And Kierston Dale was not simply “protective.” He was definitive. For a few days, the company felt different.

With shaky hands, she turned on the tv and switched to the warranted channel. "MR Corporation Owner and widow of the late Dominic Heath is pregnant and far along so. Sources found the billion-dollar mother to be in the small quiet town of Whispering Creek Montana and that's not the only thing that has been quiet." A picture of Killian and Mikel strolling along the street in all smiles. Another popped up with Killian kissing her head and holding her close with a smile on his face. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" "...Baby on board," Kelsey admonished distractedly. She did not see this development coming. Someone took out a tabloid on both her best friend and brother. Who will be so stupid to do so?

A million times, yes. Millie had changed in a surprising way. Months ago, she was angry, caught in jealousy and regret. But now, she stood tall, running a business project she started from scratch. It was a mentorship program for women who wanted to be entrepreneurs—her way of giving back and fixing past mistakes. She visited Michelle’s office to share big news. We have our first sponsor, she said proudly, handing Michelle a folder.

Kirk held my hand as we listened to Kristen complain about Zeke. She’d broken up with him earlier this afternoon and was angry that he had made a little scene. Michelle said it drew in a bit of the crowd. I was glad I missed it. I didn’t need any more drama in my life at the moment but I give Kristen a hug and apologies. While I didn’t approve of the way she goes through men, I did admire that she didn’t play games. She told Zeke she wasn’t an ever-after kind of person and if he refuses to listen or think he could change her mind, well he was wrong.

He looked so sharp in his suit, and she was so cute in her Sunday dress. Kristen's parents came out. Mrs. Green was speaking to them. Mrs. Miller slipped Mrs. Green an envelope and hugged her. So did Kristen's dad. Kristen didn't think much of the envelope. There was no way it could be the royalty payments since Mrs. Green didn't really go to an adult store to suck all the dicks she could. Mark Green, one of Mrs. Green's two kids, was talking with his girlfriend. Kristen knew Chastity wouldn't put out. The girl was saving herself for marriage. I bet he's so frustrated, thought Kristen. What if he learned about a certain Gloryhole?

“Yes, sir.” Derek nodded awkwardly, schooling his expression. Luna was quite the interesting woman. Preston returned to the company. Meanwhile, a shocking news report was going viral on the internet. “Breaking news! Preston King, the undisputed leader of the Knight Group and one of Rosemont’s most prominent business figures, is not, in fact, disabled!” A few minutes later, another shocking piece of information became public. “Another breaking news! Rumour has it that Preston King married Luna Miller, who is notorious for her unattractiveness and wickedness, making his marriage appear to be a sham.”

he murmured, his gaze unsettling. “Oh, Kristie Grant,” a woman interjected, stepping forward. “What’s happening with Petals Tower? I heard it’s a disaster. O. Gray will definitely win the takeover.” I clenched my fists. These wealthy elites always loved to poke their noses where they didn’t belong. “Kristie Tristan!” Monsieur King’s voice was sharp, his expression darkening. “Yes, Monsieur King,” The woman smirked. “Kristie here had long been married to her half-sister’s husband. She’s now Kristie Grant.” She turned to me with feigned concern. “Have you heard from Tilda lately?”

Once Curtis disappeared, Lendon glanced at Kendra, who is now pacing back and forth in front of him. She’s fidgeting and couldn’t remove her anxiety. “Will you stop pacing? Come here!” He patted the space beside his bed. She hesitated for a while but then obediently followed his order. Soon Curtis comes back, reporting to Lendon. He saw Kendra, curled herself on Lendon’s side. An invisible smile ran through his lips. “My Lord, someone revealed Miss Miller’s number on the internet and said that she is pregnant. And Miss Miller wants to marry a rich guy by being his mistress. It’s another false accusation,”

A young lady, dressed in black office attire; a body fitted on and black stockings that went all the way to her thighs, accompanied by black heels and a few accessories. “He wants to change the recipient?” The woman sitting asked, straightening her back at this piece of information, her eyes narrowing, “To whom?” “Your younger sister, Mila.” “Then that means I won't be engaged to Zade Silver anymore? Is that what you mean?” The woman asked angrily, the corner of her lips twitching, “Are you sure of what you're saying?” “Yes, Miss Katherine. You know that I will never give you fake news.”

Mirena interrupted calmly. Diana blinked. “I want to,” Mirena corrected herself, her voice firm. “No, I’m going to change it.” Diana leaned back, intrigue sparking in her eyes. “Pardon?” “I intend to run for the seat of presidency for the Chamber of Commerce,” she declared. “And change the biased structure that’s been allowed to stand.” Diana looked genuinely surprised. Logan stopped eating entirely, turning to stare at Mirena in disbelief. “Well,” Diana murmured, adjusting in her seat, “this is… delightfully unexpected.”