LOGINIn her office, Miriam was trying to focus on work when her phone rang. Emily’s name flashed on the screen.
“Emi?”
“Hi my love, how are you holding up?”
Miriam leaned back in her chair, rubbing her tired eyes. “I’m managing, what more can I say?
“Listen, I spent half the night digging into Damien Rhodes online.”
Miriam sat up. “And what did you find?”
“That’s the thing. Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing,” Emily repeated. “ No social media presence. No ex-girlfriends posting about him. No bad reviews, no scandals, no stories. It’s like he doesn't exist online. Which is weird, right? Everyone exists online these days.”
There was a long pause. Miriam stared at the stack of files on her desk, not really seeing them.
“I accepted it,” she said quietly.
“Accepted what?”
“The marriage. I told them yes.”
Silence. Then Emily’s breath was slow and careful.
“Miriam.”
“I know.”
“Are you sure about this? Like really sure?”
Miriam closed her eyes. She wanted to say no.
“I’m sure enough.”
Emily went quiet. Miriam let the silence sit for a moment, then exhaled.
“Maybe it’s better this way. At least with him I’m not depending on people who were supposed to protect me and didn’t. I’m tired of waiting for my family to show up for me, Emi.”
Emily didn’t argue. After a long pause, her voice came back quieter.
“Just… be careful. Please.”
“I will.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Emi.”
She hung up and sat in silence for a long moment before turning back to her screen.
……
Lucas was in the middle of a call when his phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen and saw his father’s name.
He finished the call first before opening the message.
Tell Damien the marriage is on. It’s confirmed.
Lucas read it twice.
His grip loosened, and the phone dropped on the table with a clack.
For a second, he just stared at it.
Then he picked it up again.
He headed straight for Miriam’s office.
Miriam was about to step out for lunch when a knock sounded at the door.
She looked up just as Damien walked in, guilt written all over his face.
“Hi, Miriam.”
Her expression hardened immediately.
“Did you say yes to the marriage?”
“Yes.”
Damien frowned. “Why would you do that? You barely know this guy.”
Miriam let out a bitter laugh.
“What choice do I have when the only sibling I have can’t even protect me from him?”
“It’s not in my power, Miriam. You know that.”
“I tried my best to—”
“Did you?” she asked quietly.
The question hit harder than anger ever could.
“I have better things to do today, Lucas. I really don’t want to have this conversation anymore.”
Before he could say another word, she walked past him and left.
……
The evening felt wrong from the moment Lucas walked through the door.
Miriam had locked herself in her room. Lucas had seen the light under her door when he passed by, but she didn’t respond when he knocked softly. Not that he blamed her. What could he possibly say?
Dinner was uncomfortable as hell. Thomas sat at the head of the table, pushing food around his plate without actually eating much. Lucas did the same, his stomach still churning with guilt.
Only Margaret seemed unbothered. She was practically glowing.
“I spoke with the wedding planner today,” Margaret said, cutting into her chicken delicately. “I’ve found the perfect venue. The Riverside Estate. Very exclusive, very elegant.
Of course she’s excited, Miriam thought bitterly. Dad must have already briefed his perfect wife. She can’t wait for me to leave this house.
“Of course you have, Margaret,” Miriam said with a fake smile. “You really can’t wait for me to leave this house, can you?”
Margaret gave a soft laugh. “Oh, darling. You have no idea.”
She took another sip of wine before continuing.
“And I’ve already scheduled a fitting for you at the bridal boutique downtown. Vera Wang has some beautiful pieces.”
Miriam stared at her.
“You picked my wedding dress?”
“Well, someone had to start making decisions. We don’t have time to waste.” Margaret’s smile was sharp. “You’ll love it. It’s exactly your style.”
You don’t know my style, Miriam thought. You’ve never known anything about me.
“I’m sure it’s lovely,” Miriam said, her voice empty.
“It is.” Margaret was practically glowing. “And the venue is spectacular. Garden ceremony, reception in the ballroom. Very upscale. The Rhodes family will be impressed.”
Thomas shifted uncomfortably. “Miriam, I know this is a lot to take in…”
“Oh, it’s fine,” Miriam interrupted softly. “Nothing in this house is too much to take in anymore.”
Silence settled over the table.
After a moment, Miriam looked at Thomas.
“When is the wedding?”
“This weekend, darling,” Margaret replied sharply.
Miriam let out a quiet laugh.
Her wedding was being planned around her like she wasn’t even a person.
“Alright. Goodnight, everyone.”
She pushed back her chair and headed upstairs before anyone could stop her.
She climbed the stairs slowly, each step heavier than the last. Back in her room, she closed the door and leaned against it.
Margaret had picked her dress. Her father had set the date. Everything was decided without her.
She was just a piece being moved around a board, and no one had bothered to ask if she wanted to play.
She picked up her phone immediately and texted Emily.
The wedding is this weekend.
Emily’s reply came almost immediately.
You’re joking.Miriam stared at the screen for a second before typing again.
Margaret already picked my wedding dress too.
Think she’ll let you pick your own dress?
The sarcasm in Emily’s message made Miriam laugh softly.
Bitter, but real.
Then reality settled in again.
She was getting married this weekend.
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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
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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
The drive back home was calm and peaceful.Miriam kept both hands on the wheel and let the quiet sit with her. Something felt different. Lighter. The few hours with Emily had put something back in its right place.She hadn’t realised how much she had missed her until she was pulling out of that par
“I’m home!” Emily’s voice was bright and excited. “Well, I’m at my parents’ place. Can you come over? Mom and Dad are dying to see you.”Miriam was already getting up before she finished the sentence.“I’ll be right there in an hour “.She hung up and was on her feet before she’d even fully process
Miriam woke up sore.She didn’t move right away. Just lay there, staring at nothing, her body telling on her in ways she wasn’t ready to deal with.Damien was already awake.Of course he was.He looked at her for a moment, then something crossed his face.“Why didn’t you tell me you hadn’t done thi
“Welcome home,” Damien said as the penthouse doors slid open.Miriam stepped inside slowly, taking in the massive glass windows and the city lights stretching endlessly below.“Funny,” Damien continued, loosening his tie as the doors shut behind them. “You were very busy when I asked you out.”Miri







