LOGIN“Miri?” It was her father’s voice. “Can you come downstairs? I need to speak with you in my study.” When the knock came at her door, she expected Susan with tea or maybe Lucas with another pointless apology. Something in his tone made Miriam’s stomach drop. “What’s this about?” “Just come down, sweetheart. It’s important.” Miriam marked her page and stood, dread pooling in her gut. Important conversations with her father never ended well, especially when Margaret was likely involved. She walked slowly down the stairs and through the hallway to Thomas’s study, each step feeling heavier than the last. The study door was open. Thomas sat behind his desk, looking uncomfortable. Margaret perched in one of the leather chairs, perfectly composed, a slight smile playing at her lips. They were waiting for her. This was planned. “Sit down, Miriam,” Thomas said. “I’ would rather stand.” Miriam crossed her arms. “What’s this about?” Thomas glanced at Margaret, who gave him an encouraging nod. That tiny gesture told Miriam everything she needed to know. Whatever was coming, Margaret had orchestrated it. “We need to discuss an opportunity,” Thomas began. “Something that could be very beneficial for you and for the family.” “What kind of opportunity?” Margaret spoke up, her voice smooth as silk. “Damien Rhodes has expressed romantic interest in you. He’s made a very generous proposal.” The words didn’t immediately make sense. Miriam stared at her stepmother, trying to process what she was hearing. “So?” “So he wants to marry you,” Thomas said. “And in exchange, he’s offered to broker the partnership deal with Rhodes International. The one we’ve been pursuing for five years.” The floor seemed to tilt beneath Miriam’s feet. “I’m sorry, what?” “It’s an excellent match,” Margaret continued, that smile still in place. “The Rhodes family is one of the wealthiest in the country. And the business implications for Wellington Enterprises are extraordinary.” “Are you out of your mind?” Miriam’s voice came out strangled. “You’re trying to trade me for a business deal?” “Nobody’s trading anyone,” Thomas said quickly. “This is about creating a beneficial partnership between two families. These kinds of strategic alliances…” “Strategic alliances?” Miriam laughed, but it came out all wrong. “Are you serious? This is my life we’re talking about. You can’t really expect me to marry some guy I barely know.” “You’ll have time to get to know him,” Margaret said. “That’s what engagements are for.” “I don’t want to get to know him!” Miriam’s voice rose. “I don’t want an engagement! How can you even ask me this? “First it was the promotion, now this? All in one week. Thomas stood and moved around his desk, his expression pleading. “Miriam, sweetheart, I know this seems sudden. But this partnership with Rhodes International, it’s everything we’ve been working toward. It would secure the company’s future for generations. Think about what your mother built, what she would want for….” “Don’t.” Miriam held up a hand, her whole body shaking. “Don’t you dare bring Mom into this. Don’t you dare use her memory to justify selling me off like I’m some kind of business asset.” “That’s not what this is,” Thomas insisted. “Then what is it?” Miriam looked between them, her heart breaking. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re trading your daughter to close a deal. It looks like I’m worth less to you than a merger with Rhodes International.” “You’re being dramatic,” Margaret said, her tone sharp. “This is a business decision, and it’s time you started thinking about what’s best for this family instead of just yourself.” “What’s best for the family?” Miriam turned on her. “Or what’s best for you? Getting me out of this house, out of the company, out of your way permanently?” Margaret’s smile turned cold. “I won’t lie and say it wouldn’t simplify things. You’ve been a complication since your father married me.” “Margaret,” Thomas yelled, like that would stop her. Miriam looked at her father, and saw him clearly for perhaps the first time. Weak. Controlled. So thoroughly under Margaret’s influence that he couldn’t see what he was doing to his own daughter. “How can you expect me to marry someone I don’t love?” Miriam asked, her voice breaking. “Dad, please. I barely know this man. I don’t want him. I don’t want this. How can you ask me to spend my life with someone just because it’s good for business?” “Love comes with time,” Thomas said gently, and somehow that made it worse. “Your mother and I were lucky, but most marriages in families like ours, they’re built on respect, on shared goals, on…” “On business deals?” Miriam finished. “Is that what I am to you? Just another asset to leverage?” “You’re my daughter, and I love you. I want what’s best for you” “Then let me choose!” The words burst out of her. “Let me have some say in my own life! You took my promotion, you’ve let Margaret make my life hell for twenty-four years, and now you want to take my future too? What’s left, Dad? What part of me do I actually get to choose?” Thomas flinched. “This isn’t easy for me either, Miriam. But sometimes we have to make sacrifices for the greater good. This deal with Rhodes International…” “I don’t care about the deal!” Miriam was crying now, tears of rage and heartbreak streaming down her face. “I don’t care about the company or the merger or any of it! I care that my own father is trying to force me into a marriage I don’t want!” “No one’s forcing you,” Margaret said smoothly. “We’re simply asking you to consider what’s best for everyone. Damien is handsome, successful, from an excellent family. Most women would be thrilled…” “Then you marry him!” Miriam shouted. “You’re so eager for this deal? You do it! Oh wait, you already trapped one rich man. I guess that’s enough for you.” “That’s enough,” Thomas said sharply, but Miriam was beyond caring. “When did you decide this?” she demanded. “When did you make this arrangement about my life without even asking me?” The silence that followed was damning. Thomas couldn’t meet her eyes. Margaret’s smile widened. “You already agreed,” Miriam whispered, the realization hitting her like a physical blow. “You already told him yes. Without talking to me. Without asking what I wanted. You just… sold me.” “Miriam…” “How could you?” Her voice broke completely. “How could you do this to me?” “Take a few days to think about it,” Thomas said, trying that placating tone that used to work when she was a child. “Once you’ve calmed down, you’ll see this is really a good opportunity…” “I’ll never see that,” Miriam said. “Because it’s not an opportunity. It’s a prison sentence. And you’re the one locking me in.” She turned and ran from the study, not caring that she could hear Margaret saying something to Thomas behind her, not caring about anything except getting away from them. She took the stairs two at a time, her vision blurred with tears, her chest so tight she could barely breathe. Her father had sold her. For a business deal. Like she meant nothing. Like twenty-four years of being his daughter counted for less than a partnership with Rhodes International.
Emily stood up and walked straight toward Damien.“You did this.” Her voice was low, but it carried weight. “Didn’t you?”She stepped closer, finger raised. “If anything happens to her — if anything happens to that baby, you will be hearing from my lawyers. I will make sure of it.”Damien’s jaw tightened. He looked past her toward Miriam.“I need to speak to her.”“You need to leave.”“Emily, that’s my wife. My child”“That’s exactly the problem.” Emily’s voice didn’t waver. “She doesn’t want you here right now.”Damien looked at Miriam across the room.Miriam met his eyes for a second. Just long enough.Then she looked away.“Please go,” her voice was low, not loud enough for him to hear directly, but Emily caught it and turned back to him.“You heard her.” Emily’s voice was final. “Leave, Damien.”He stood there for a long moment, jaw working, hands clenched at his sides.Then he turned and walked out without another word.The doors closed behind him.Miriam exhaled and let her hea
She stood in front of the mirror, hands resting lightly on the sides of her stomach.It was there now. The slight curve, the unmistakable roundness that hadn’t been there a few weeks ago. She turned slightly to the side, studying it.Then she felt it— a small flutter. It was gone in a second.She pressed her hand flat against her stomach.There it was again.A kick.She exhaled slowly. Something settled in her chest that she had been holding at a distance for months. This was real. All of it. She was going to be a mother.She looked at herself in the mirror, and for the first time since the doctor had said those words in that hospital room, she didn’t feel conflicted about it.She felt the kick again and smiled.“I’m going to the hospital tomorrow,” she said. “For a check-up.”She hadn’t looked at him, but she could feel him watching her. He had been watching her since she got up.“I’ll come with you.”She turned.He was lying on his side on the bed, head propped on his hand, eyes on
A knock came at the door.She looked up from her desk.“Come in.”The door opened.Lucas.She blinked. Then she slowly leaned back in her chair.“What are you doing here?”He stepped inside, hands in his pockets, looking around the office like he owned the place.“Is that how you welcome your only brother to your company?”“Lucas.”“Nice place.” He looked at the walls, the desk, the logo on the glass partition. “Mira and Co.” He nodded. “I like it.”He dropped into the chair across from her without being told.She watched him.“How have you been?” he asked. “How’s married life? Is Damien treating you well?”She looked at him. “I’m sure you know where your friend works. Why don’t you ask him yourself?” She tilted her head. “Or is he not your friend anymore?”Lucas went quiet.He looked at his hands briefly. Then back at her.“I don’t like this,” he said. The casual tone was gone. “The way things are between us. I want to make it right, Miriam. I mean that.”She closed the file in front
The text was from Adrian.They had been talking properly for a few months now. It had started with an apology she sent the morning after the restaurant.I apologize for my silence. I'm unsure what you expect, considering my marriage. So I need to ask. What do you truly want from this?He hadn’t taken long to reply.A friend. That’s it. I enjoy talking to you.She had believed him, mostly because he had always respected their boundaries. He was just someone on the other end of the phone when she was bored or needed to laugh at something lighthearted. He checked in on her and sent random messages that made her smile. Never once did he push past the line they had both agreed upon without discussing it first.Damien had noticed she was always on her phone lately. She had caught his eye on her a few times and waited for the question that never came. He was trying not to lose his temper, and she could see the effort in the way he chose silence over reaction. The pregnancy had done something
It’s been three months, and her stomach is still flat — barely a hint of what is growing inside her. Most mornings, she had to remind herself it was real. That somewhere underneath the surface, something was happening that she couldn’t see yet.The morning sickness reminded her every time she forgot.She sat by the window in the bedroom, tea in hand, watching the city do its usual thing below. It was early. Damien was still asleep.He hadn’t lost his temper in three months—not once. She didn’t know how to handle this change, the absence of something she had grown accustomed to anticipating. Every time he came home late, she braced herself for the shift. Each time she said the wrong thing, she watched his face for a flicker of anger.It never came.Maybe he had changed, she thought. Maybe this baby had done something to him that she hadn’t been able to do on her own.Or maybe she was just hoping.She set her tea down and looked at her stomach.She had always wanted children. She had i
The smell hit her before anything else — that distinct mix of antiseptic and clean linen that could only mean one thing. She turned her head.Damien was sitting beside the bed, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, still in the clothes she had last seen him in. He looked like he hadn’t moved in hours.The moment he saw her eyes open, he exhaled — sharp and long, like he had been holding it in.“Thank God.” He reached for her hand immediately. “I thought I had lost you, baby.”She blinked at the ceiling. “Where am I?”“Hospital.” He squeezed her hand. “You fainted this morning.”She looked at him. Then around the room again.It had started in the kitchen.She had come down that morning while Damien was still upstairs, having taken the day off. She had been standing at the counter, reaching for a glass, nothing unusual, until the room tilted.She didn’t remember hitting the floor.Rosie had found her and had stood there for barely two seconds before she turned and ran.“Sir.” She had pu
Miriam sat on the floor for a while before reaching for her phone. She found Emily's name and pressed the call button. It rang twice before Emily answered."Hey, what's up?""Can you come over?"There was a pause. "Are you okay?""Just come please."Emily arrived in twenty minutes. Rosie met her at
She was on her second glass of wine when she heard his car pull into the driveway. She had been sitting at the head of the bed for the past twenty minutes, legs crossed and a wine glass in hand. Damien had texted her during her drive home, "Stepping out for a bit. Back in thirty minutes." After r
Susan’s voice floated in from the hallway. “Sir, should I set the table?” Thomas looked up. “Yes please. Go ahead.” He turned to Miriam. “You’ll eat before you leave.” “Of course, Daddy,” she said. They moved to the dining room a few minutes later. Miriam took her usual chair without thinking
“Oh.” His eyes darkened slightly. “That makes it more exciting, baby.”Miriam blinked. “Exciting?”“Come on.” He held her waist. “I left work early to get back to you.”“Damien.” She shifted back in the chair. “I said not right now. I’m literally cramping.”Something changed in his face. The warmth







