Third Person’s P.O.VSome hours later, Miranda was tied up on a chair in some abandoned warehouse looking place, blindfolded. As soon as they landed, she had had her vision obscured, for some reason. It’s not like she would know where they were anyways or have anyway of contacting anyone about her location. Whilst everything that was happening threatened to make her have a freak panic attack, she relied on breathing patterns. It had already been a couple of hours and the atmosphere was becoming too tense for her to breathe. Now that she thought about it, the food she’d consumed on the aeroplane was quite horrendous. Yet again, what did she expect from a plane chattered by Michael, some gold-digging cheap skate? It had given her indigestion, probably because her baby had rejected it too.Her baby… She’d been thinking about the child nonstop. Miranda had never quite thought about motherhood before but after this morning, it was all she could think about. With Michael, he had made it cl
8 Months LaterMiranda’s P.O.V“I’m so jealous of Davien right now. I know Angela would never do any of this for me,” Jeremy huffed as he put up the last of the decoration in the dining room.Angela stuck her tongue out at him before making her towards the table, putting the utensils into place. “Firstly, you’re an ingrate so no matter how much I do for you, you always find a way to under appreciate it and me in the process. I’ve given up on trying to surprise you after that whole lingerie incident,” she pointed out with a scowl.My eyebrows rose in intrigue. “Lingerie? You never told me about that. Please do tell me what happened,” I beamed, bringing over a bouquet of orchids to be the centre piece.“Well, for our one month anniversary, I might have made a trip to a store and bought us a matching set of lingerie. Jeremy here wasn’t at all pleased about it,” she huffed with an eye roll.Jeremy gave her a flat look. “Are you kidding me? Your set was sexy as hell but mine? That was a fr
Miranda’s P.O.V“At least smile. You look like you don’t want to be here,” Michael whispered softly in my ear as he continued to caress my waist with his larger hands.There was absolutely no energy left in me for that. I’d already spent most of it pretending to be happy by his side all evening long, and it had taken its toll on me. I was utterly exhausted from all the feigned grinning and laughter; my stomach was basically hollow due to me not having eaten much due to my ever-growing bundle of nerves and my feet were definitely swollen from all the walking around we had done and the dancing.Plus, the fact that Michael couldn’t dance for his life and kept on stomping on my toes.One of his feet clad in his custom-made Prada dress shoes landed on my mine, which were unfortunately covered by open toed Tom Fords and I jumped back with a hiss. My hands fell from where they had been around his neck and balled into fists. I bit my lip to stop the tears from gushing out of my eye sockets; so
Miranda’s P.O.V“The injury wasn’t as bad as it looked; she simply dislocated her mandible, or lower jaw, from the temporomandibular joint. You rushed her over just in time for manual reduction to put it back into place. I placed some elastic bands to prevent her from moving her jaw too much. As for medication, I wrote a prescription for NSAIDs to help relieve the pain and some muscle relaxers. Over exertion of the jaw, as in yawning, should be avoided and try to eat soft foods. Apply ice to the area occasionally,” the doctor droned in a professional tone, clip board in hand.I felt like shit to say the least.It was early morning the next day after Michael had brought me to the hospital. I had blacked out as soon as we got here and woke up with a bandage around by jaw and head, plus an excruciating pain on the lower part of my mouth. The worst part about this is I couldn’t talk too much or yell at Michael after he had so blatantly humiliated me last night.He sat by my bed, having dis
Miranda’s P.O.VAs soon as we got home, Michael rushed upstairs to our bedroom and left me with the jovial task of carrying his mother’s bags and showing her to one of the guestrooms, which was ridiculous since I was in no position to be lugging such heavy things. It seemed she had packed her entire closet, given she had brought more than five suitcases!After pushing the last one through the door, I released a gasp and wiped away the stream of sweat that had formed on my brow. “Aw, sweety, you didn’t have to carry those. You should have let the butler do it,” she laughed in a derisive way. I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I forgot that you don’t have any help around here. Such a pity, you should look into that.”I’m not a money spending machine like you, Roxanne! I pressed my lips in displeasure as I pivoted and made my way towards my room. Upon entering, I found Michael hurriedly slipping on a fresh linen purple shirt. I would have drooled at his chiselled form and unbelievable abs, but nowada
Miranda’s P.O.VAbout six weeks had passed since that untasteful night at the charity ball. My jaw had healed nicely and I was very happy about it; that, and the fact that Roxanne had left the house after being a literal pain in my ass for the last few weeks. She treated me like an invalid and did everything for me, from cooking the meals, house chores and even spreading the bed. I had told her on several occasions that I could do that by myself but she had insisted.She was being so uncharacteristically nice, that it was sickening to watch. I bet she only did it because she wanted to dissuade me from my thoughts of leaving her son, but it had all been in vain. I still wanted to leave him, but I just had no idea how I would do it. Tonight, Michael and I had been invited to a dinner party hosted by none other than Jason O’Connor in celebration of his 5th wedding anniversary with his slut of a wife, Camille. It was only natural that I didn’t want to go for obvious reasons but Michael wo
Miranda’s P.O.VI’d made it down the first step of the grand staircase when I almost fell back due to a vice like grip wrapping around me wrist. I was yanked backwards and came face to face with the ugliest expression I had ever seen on Michael’s face. It was both frightening and murderous.“Where the f—k do you think you’re going?” his voice erupted in an animalistic grumble. Camille came to stand beside him and eyed me warily, some sweat forming on her forehead. Scared huh? Well, you better be!I attempted to remove my wrist from his hand but he wouldn’t budge. “Let me go right now, bastard!” I retorted acidly, my nostrils flaring with anger.“Miranda, don’t be irrational. Let’s talk about this-,” Camille tried to pacify me, making me chuckle dryly.I alternated my glare between the both of them. “Talk about what? What is there to talk about? Both of you leave me the hell alone right and let me do what I’m supposed to do. I cannot believe just how desperate and pathetic you both are
Third Person’s P.O.VAs soon as Miranda jumped out of the car, his brain refused to process the fact that it had actually happened. Bringing the car to a jolting halt some metres away, he moved out of the vehicle with nothing but bafflement washing over his features. He looked at her form, having stood of the ground with a determination he had never seen before.This b-tch is f—king crazy! He thought silently, but he wasn’t going to let her get away with it that easily. To his chagrin, a car stopped by her side just as he had begun to make his way towards her and she didn’t even hesitate to slip into it. He picked up his pace, sprinting like he was in an Olympic race towards her, but he hadn’t been fast enough. Whoever was behind the wheel was resolute on driving away at the speed of light, albeit driving a ramp shackled looking pickup truck, and almost ran over him in the process. Cursing loudly into the cool night air, he turned on his heels and took off for his car where he immedi