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
This man could scare the living shit out of anybody. He tried to come up with a response, but my tongue and mind betrayed him. "I... we... she," he couldn't think of anything to say. "Listen to me son. I am warning you, if you do anything to hurt her, anything, I will beat the living shit out of you. This marriage is serious; she is your wife. Stop messing around and take responsibility. Show me you are a capable and intelligent man, ready to handle business and family life together. Mirabel is a gem you need by your side. I’ve told you this before, and I’m telling you again. She is the one for you, not that stupid, selfish ex you couldn’t seem to get enough of. Dating her was the stupidest decision you ever made. You should be thankful I fixed that for you. Now focus on your wife and marriage, and the next time I see you, I want to hear that you’ll be making progress. " His grandpa lecture. I guess you are confused here because I said his grandfather was dead. Yes he is dead, t
"Mr. Chucks, meet Ms. Furner." Jack introduced them as if like they needed to be introduced. "Mirabel, this is Mr. Zane Chucks." They shook hands and sat down, not giving away the fact that they knew each other. With that, they began their meeting. Harry pulls out his file while Mirabel pulls out hers. "I used some big words in there," Harry continued. "Try not to be intimidated." "Over exaggeration is not a big word, Harry," she told him. "It isn’t?" "I can hardly wait to see the work of a senior partner," she said in reference to his new promotion. "I see my promotion popped up on your ‘Harry Lawrence daily’ G****e alert. Stalking much? " "You wish", she smirked at him as they began their meeting. ——————— As Mirabel entered the room and greeted the other men, Zane took the time to recover from the shock and check her out. "Wait, what? No, I didn’t mean it like that! All I was saying was that she looked good in her cream-coloured dress, with her hair in a bun and pump hee
As she headed to the law firm, she couldn’t help but replay her last conversation with Zane yesterday. He wanted her to move back to the mansion with him. It was obvious he didn’t want to get in trouble with his family, and neither did she If his grandparents found out that she was not happy in this marriage, then it would upset them and they would drown themselves in guilt, something she really didn’t want. But then, did she want to go back there? The answer was no. There was no place for her in his life, and as he said, she was an intruder. Neither does she wish to be insulted by his arrogance at every turn or for his ego to be rubbed in her face. This whole thing is giving her a headache. And she has to go to dinner with him tonight. She wonders what’s left for him to say. She reached the firm building and headed to the conference room for the partner’s meeting. All the partners from her firm will be introduced to the top members of the firm they are merging with. After g
"We are going to need a whole day together for that." I’m moving back to New York. I’ll be here, so we’ll be in the same office, working together. We’ll have a lot of time. Are you free this weekend? We could spend the whole weekend together. "Like the good old days," he asked. "I’d love that!" she told him. "Great then! Hey, I’ve got some work to do, so see you tomorrow. " "Huh? Tomorrow? " "Tomorrow is Saturday. I’ll pick you up in the evening for dinner, then we can be together all Sunday. " "Sounds like a plan." "Oh, it is a plan." And with that, he left, but not before flashing his perfect white teeth. ——————— She arrived at the restaurant where Zane had made reservations for their dinner. It was a well-known and expensive restaurant that he owned. She handed her car keys to the valet and headed in to meet the hostess. "Reservation for Mirabel Furner," she told her. After checking on her tablet, she smiled and said, "This way ma’am." She led her to a VIP area that ha
Today, Zane was having dinner with his board members and shareholders. After his disastrous dinner with Mirabel, this was the last place he wanted to be, but he couldn’t help it. These dinners were important in the business world. Mirabel's words were still ringing in his ears. She accused him of choosing business over his peace, and she was right. But she just didn’t get it. It isn’t as simple as that. He worked really hard to get where he is now. This was his dream since he was a child, and he spent his entire life trying to get here. He just couldn’t throw it all away in the name of his freedom. "Ready?" he asked his secretary as they were about to step into the room. "Yes!" She squeaked They entered the room where dinner was taking place, and they all stood up to greet them. After pleasantries were exchanged, they all sat down. His secretary sat down by his side, and there was an empty chair opposite him, reserved for the person this dinner was held for in the first plac
It's more like dinner between two friends. Or two lovers? She was laid back and relaxed. He had never seen her like this in all the months that they had been married. She seemed at ease with him. Perhaps she is more at ease than she should be.And for some reason unknown, it was pissing him off. Harry was looking at her fondly, his eyes trailing her body. When she wasn’t looking, he was busy checking her out. His eyes fell on what she was wearing and he almost flipped out. It was a blush-coloured lace bralette with spaghetti straps and a deep neckline that exposed the top of her cleavage and was paired with a pencil skirt with a high slit. Her look was definitely not professional and more suitable for a date night. How can she wear something like that while having dinner alone with another man? She is married, for god’s sake! OK, maybe he is exaggerating, but he really didn’t like this. He didn’t like the way they were looking at each other, nor the way he was holding her hand