Three months later, Today is Valentine’s Day. But to Mirabel, it's just a black day. Not a day of everlasting love, but a day of grave loss. It's her mother's death anniversary. On this day, years ago, her mother died in a car crash when a drunk driver slammed into them when they were returning from her grandparents' house. Every year, instead of spending this day with a partner, she spends it with her friend, Jones, who is more like a brother figure to her. After her mother's death, her relationship with him strengthened a great deal. Since she had no peace in her own father's house, he became her comforter. He is her soul to rely on, her shoulder to cry on, the one to catch her when she falls. Due to her lack of friends, her only friend became her brother. She has trust issues stemming from too many betrayals, and so now she doesn't trust anyone very much. But her best friend is someone she can just open up to, someone who’ll never judge her and always have her back. He’s h
…………….. This time around she had decided to fight for herself. She was tired of everything She had vowed to stand up for herself, not ready to tolerate any form of disrespectfulness any longer, not even from Zane. Her grandparents had offered for her to take over the company in her mother's family. Her grandparents are quite rich too, but they handed the company over to Mirabel since they are old now. One week later, her law firm was opened. She invited many big shots and even Zane came. She was at the party that her law firm had thrown to celebrate the new merger. The little known fact about her was that she had studied law before going to Harvard to study business. So she had a law firm set up alongside her grandparents' company. Many of their high-profile clients, big shots and people from the elite section of society were here. Mirabel was dressed in a dark red, one-shouldered dress that reached below my knees and had a slit that reached up to my mid-thigh. The dress hugged
"As I had informed you earlier, I wanted you to meet with my client today, the one you’ll be representing," Mr. Kane carried on. Mirabel followed him as he led her to where two men were standing, deep in conversation. Suddenly, she had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She chose to ignore it and listen to what her new boss was saying. They reached the men, and Mr. Kane cleared his throat, and the two men turned towards them. Mirabel froze in her place as he stood before her. The man who she spent so much time hating, the one who hurt her so badly, who broke her and caused her so much pain. He was the reason she didn’t believe in love. She had hoped she would never have to see the face of her ex-fiancee ever again. And then the words that came out of Mr. Kane’s mouth were the ones she was dreading to hear. "Mirabel, meet Mr. Roman Hunt, your new client." "Hello Mirabel," said the deep voice that belonged to the tall man in front of her. She recovered and greeted Mr. Hun
“How dare you slapped me?” Zane roared. Mirabel came to back to her sense, Oh know what have I done?” She thought to herself. “I am. Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that but you crossed your limit. I am not a whore.” She said and left. An entire month passed with Zane and Mirabel being angry at each other, still staying as strangers in the same house. Zane’s continuous ranting has reduced. He spends every waking second working, trying to avoid her for the time being. She might turn a blind eye to his ego, but she has enough self-respect to never allow him to keep tarnishing her image and disrespecting her personality as long as they are in the same house. Zane and Mirabel don’t talk. They have mutually agreed to ignore each other until the end of their lives. Yes, the end of their lives. Want to know a secret? OK, so the contract our parents made them sign on the day of their wedding had a clause that said that they couldn’t get a divorce. But Zane doesn’t seem to know about it
Oh how Mirabel wanted to slap that smirk off his face when she noticed it.After that, they continued with small talk, but her dearest husband's aunt wasn’t done with her.Mirabel, dear, you are so flat. Maybe you should consider getting a breast implant done.I know a doctor who does it really well. I mean, I wouldn’t want my nephew to be unsatisfied. " She teasedMirabel looked at her in horror. Is she for real? What’s wrong with this woman?She looked at her supposed husband to see if he would say something to defend her, but he continued eating like nothing was wrong.Mr. and Mrs. Chucks looked at her in utter disbelief. They opened their mouths to say something, probably to tell her off, but she didn’t want them to fight on her accord, so she beat them to it."I’m not changing my body for anyone," Mirabel told her in a matter-of-fact kind of voice, with her poker face on."And don’t worry, Miss Marie, your dear nephew is well satiated."She said . But she wasn’t done with this bi
Mirabel and Zane left their parents' mansion, and Zane began the drive home.He was angry, but so was Mirabel. The atmosphere in the car was tense and suffocating, so she rolled down the window to let some cool breeze in.The tension between them was so strong that it was possible to cut it with a pair of scissors. Zane was so angry at the action she took in his family house that she had no right whatsoever to insult his aunt.After a long, awkward silence, Zane spoke."You can’t speak to any of my family members like that."Like what?" she asked innocently."You know, like what? You insulted and offended my aunt in her own home. She was so hurt. "He yelled at her, his hands gripping the stirring wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white."I didn’t say anything she didn’t ask for." Mirabel herself was surprised by how calm her voice sounded. "I never started it, but she did anyway. You saw how composed I am, right? So why blame me for this? She got what she deserved, not like I c
Then she doesn't want to live with him either. They can live separately, only seeing each other if the occasion demands it. She is not so shameless that she will stick around in a place where there is no respect for me, not even a little at all. Almost an hour has passed, and Mirabel still hasn’t reached home. Zane had been waiting all along, watching out for any sign of her. "Should I call her?" No, she left on her own, and I'm not supposed to care.But then, it was a lonely area. What if something happened to her? My grandparents and dad won’t leave me. Not to mention her family. She wouldn’t even get a cab over there. Maybe she called the driver? " He kept wondering. He phoned Mr. Taylor, his chauffeur, to see if she had called him to pick her up, but his answer was negative. Did she have her own chauffeur? I didn’t even know that. I haven't seen her with a chauffeur ever since she got gifted with this car as a present from her grandparents. …….. "Now it’s been 3 hours and sh
It has been a week since Mirabel left Zane's house. She hates to admit it, but that man managed to claw at her walls and hurt her. When she agreed to this marriage, she didn’t consider what she was getting herself into; she just wanted to be free from her stepmother and sister. She was just happy that her stepmother and sister were off her neck, and that she was no longer burdening them. But now she realizes how much this has affected her. Her deep desire and hope for a family—something she lost a long time ago—is being abused by a husband who didn’t care about her wellbeing. He didn’t even respect her. On the first day of their wedding, she realised her husband was a no-nonsense man and didn’t have any intention of having an actual relationship with her,but she always thought that in the long run they would get to know each other and maybe even become friends, or at least live in a cordial relationship, where he would respect and understand her. But that day, at dinner with his