MILES:
"Mr. Pierce, you need to take it easy on yourself. Stressing out will only weaken your immune system. Take a rest and take your medication later. And consider hiring the assistant we recommended; it will be beneficial in the long run," Grenada advised as I settled down.The dizziness was fading, and I was regaining my composure. "Fire the HR and everyone who gave that girl access. Every single one of them!" I commanded."Yes, sir," Brandon replied promptly.I wasn't upset about being undermined, but rather by the audacity of the girl who dared to challenge me. She was not the type of person I would ever allow to be part of my team. I had specific preferences when it came to my employees, with Grenada being the exception. For women, I preferred tall, slim, model-like figures, blonde or brunettes, not someone with dark hair and curves, lacking in fear."Get me, Michael. Now!" I demanded. He was my lawyer, and with his help, I would make sure that girl regretted crossing me. He had the ability to dig into her life with just her phone number. That was the power of being well-connected.The legal process went smoothly, just as I had anticipated, and I had already made arrangements for the court to draft something in my favor. After all, I was the victim in this situation. It was time for her to experience the consequences of her actions. Before Grenada left, she insisted once more on the importance of hiring an assistant. She was persistent, and eventually, I relented. The ideal candidate would be curvy, knowing that I would make her life difficult, and she wouldn't last a week. It seemed like an easy task.The following day, she arrived, eager and unsuspecting. I fought the urge to laugh; this was only the beginning of what I had planned for her. A week was too generous; she would crack by the third day. Then, perhaps Grenada would finally get off my back. That would be a relief. My strategy was simple: ignore her at first, then gradually increase her workload while being as condescending as possible. This was just the start of my revenge.As I was still recuperating, my days felt more like a vacation, although a forced one. Nonetheless, I insisted on handling a few tasks from home. Deliberately, I kept her waiting for over thirty minutes before finally returning to where she sat.Standing directly in front of her, I exuded an aura as dark and menacing as any creature that might lurk in the jungle. My body remained completely still, my eyes sharp and watchful, fixed on her every move.Her gaze locked with mine, unwavering and deadly accurate, draining my energy. For a fleeting moment, I entertained the idea of changing my mind and having her thrown out. But then, I reminded myself of the plan I had in place—a plan that would ensure her eventual dismissal, if only she knew her place."Miss Tate?" My voice, deep and masculine, cut through the air, jolting her from her contemplation of standing up to me and offering her a glimpse of the coldness yet to come."Mr. Pierce, how long am I to work here exactly? And—" she began, only to be interrupted by the tightening of my mouth and the impatient shiver that coursed through my body."Rule number one, Miss Tate: you don't speak until I permit you to. Secondly, make sure to stay out of sight. I have no desire to be subjected to your presence. And lastly, you will work for six months, that is, if you last a week. Your job is simple: shut up, attend to all my needs, and remain invisible while doing so."I could sense her body tensing with anger—a reaction that only fueled my determination. This would be even easier than I had anticipated."May I ask a few questions?" she ventured cautiously."Choose your words carefully," I warned, my tone dripping with disdain."Firstly, let's get one thing straight: I'm your assistant, not a slave," she retorted defiantly. "Secondly, I'll be staying here or—"Her implication that she might stay with me caught me off guard. Was she suggesting living with me? She was even more audacious than I had imagined, comfortable suggesting such a thing to a man she barely knew. With a scoff, I replied, "This is not a shelter, Miss Tate. Clearly, you have a home of your own. You'll only stay here until I no longer require your services. After that, you can return to your own residence.""Understood," she replied obediently."And remember, you address me as sir. Not Mr. Pierce or anything else," I reminded her firmly."Understood, sir," she acknowledged."Lastly, get rid of that car. I don't want to see it anywhere near my property," I ordered."That's the only means of transportation I can afford. Surely, you wouldn't want me to be late to work because of traffic or unreliable transportation," she countered."Fine. Just keep it out of my sight," I dismissed her concerns."Yes, sir," she replied obediently."I also have specific requirements regarding your attire. Always comply. Whether you're fetching ice cream for me at the mall or accompanying me elsewhere, you dress as if you were guarding the president. You will accompany me everywhere, at any time requested, without question or rebellion. One misstep and you're out," I warned sternly."Understood, sir," she affirmed."Now that we're clear, Brandon will give you a brief tour of the areas you have access to and the general rules of the house," I instructed.Observing her closely, I could see the anger boiling beneath the surface. Her face was flushed, and her fists clenched tightly. Yet, she maintained eye contact with me, refusing to waver. "What is my first task now that I'm starting? Shouldn't I be given—""Once again, the rules are simple. Shut up, do as you're told, and stay invisible. Don't question my authority," I interrupted sharply."Yes, sir," she replied, her voice barely concealing her frustration."That's more like it," I thought to myself. Now, I just needed to conduct a background check on her. Even if she wasn't staying long, knowing who entered and exited my household was crucial. It was best not to be caught off guard."That will be all. After the tour, get ready. I have a business meeting to attend, one I want to conclude as soon as possible," I instructed."Am I coming?" she inquired."Are you not my assistant? What do you think your job entails? If you're unsure, I suggest you G****e it. And while you're at it, do some research on your boss, so you won't mistakenly refer to him as a 'cleaner,'" I replied, my tone dripping with disdain.She lowered her gaze in embarrassment, and I almost found it amusing."I apologize," she muttered.Once again, I cut her off mid-sentence. If she was uncomfortable with my dismissive behavior, she could quit. I had more important matters to attend to than a girl who failed to recognize her employer's significance. I would ensure that even the sound of my footsteps instilled fear in her.MEREDITH:My new boss was a constant source of irritation, a thorn in my side that I couldn't wait to be rid of once my debt was settled. Who would have thought that, instead of finding a job, I would end up paying off a debt? It was disheartening.He was impossible to deal with—laying down ridiculous rules, exuding pride, and always cutting me off mid-sentence, which was infuriating. But what could I do? I was stuck with him for the time being. Brandon reappeared to show me around the mansion.The mansion was undeniably beautiful, but it came with a multitude of restrictions. There were numerous areas I wasn't allowed to access. My routine became a familiar pattern: knock but don't enter Mr. Pierce's room, wait in the sitting room, and if, by some chance, I needed to spend the night, it had to be in a tiny room opposite his. And while there, I was to remain out of his sight. Did the man despise my presence that much?He treated me like I was a plague, but I held no ill feelings towar
MILES: The last business meeting ended in Waterloo, and I was forced to reschedule another. Although not pleasant for Grenada to hear, we didn't have much of a choice. Today, she had to come in and administer those tubes that ensured I didn't crash along the line. My strength level has been low recently, and I couldn't even manage a proper ten-minute walk without panting. Good health and a strong heart are underrated, my friend. We kept the knowledge of my condition as private as possible. Only important people knew about it; Brandon, the head of my security team, Isabel, the head maid, my nutritionist, and, of course, Grenada. My business partners and the press only knew that I was taking a break from work, nothing more. That was the key to success. Keep secrets and information at bay, or they will use that information against you later on. If they don't need to know, there's no need to tell. Meanwhile, having free time gave me the opportunity to learn more about how annoying and i
MEREDITH: My heart raced as Isabel prodded about the incident with Mr. Pierce. "You called him a cleaner?" Isabel asked incredulously, setting the scene for the juicy gossip. The girls, except for Britney, were interested in knowing what happened between me and Miles. They said that he came back ranting and so angry that he fired an entire team. While she made the food, I thought of keeping them entertained. The house was so boring and deserted for crying out loud. They were lovely and we rapidly became friends. At least now I have a place to hide and pass the time whenever I am in the house. “I didn't mean to, though. I mean, he came out wearing a robe and looking like a cleaner instead of like Miles Pierce.” Lowering my voice, “and, he was rude,” I whispered. Isabel burst into a belly laugh. “No wonder you've been on his bad side.” Cutting in, “he is always on his bad side. Grumpy and moody all the time,” Lucinda added, smiling. By the time the food was ready, I was salivating
MILES: Why the hell were business functions and meetings invented? It was just an avenue to show off and run into people you despise. Anyway, I got settled in my seat as the function began while I had a mini-meeting with my partner and his wife. We were looking into investing in an agricultural company, which seemed more sensible before they switched and brought up the hydro-electrical project idea. It wasn't a bad one. But, I wasn't looking at expanding my company considering my current state. Starting a new business was like giving birth. The procedures you go through in nurturing a newborn are what you apply to make a new business successful: groom, care, nurture, love, fight for, protect, and believe in it. And, it was best if you oversaw everything. That way, you could guide the path it took. Entrusting it to someone might not give you the satisfaction you crave when you see the result. I bent over the table, the din of the busy restaurant fading into the background as I strugg
MEREDITH: “Please, give me more time. I know that I'm late for the payments, but I promise that I'll clear half of it by the end of the month,” I lied. End of the month? That would only happen by a miracle. I couldn't let him know that. Couldn't let him drop the case because it would be wasted energy and abandoning my brother. I deserved to know what happened to him. To get answers. Whatever it took, I was willing to do. His voice was subtle, although I could hear the strain of him trying to control lashing out. “Miss Tate, I wish things worked like that. I would've been more than happy to help you. But, they don't. I need to facilitate the team and, considering that it's a very private investigation, that's why it's harder. I'm sorry.” My heart ruptured into a billion pieces. Who would I go to? How was I going to turn back now and let go? “How about you give me an extra week? If I don't get back to you, then you can drop the case.” The phone went silent for a while before his voic
MILES: As fate would have it, trouble always seemed to have a way of catching up, no matter how fast you tried to outrun it. They say the world is small, but did it have to be small enough for me to bump into Louis, my ex? Our history together was a whirlwind of emotions. Despite everything, I still harbored feelings for that witch. I gave her my all, only to be betrayed when she found out about the financial troubles in my company and cheated on me with a soccer star. Not only did she betray me, but she also turned me into a media spectacle, painting me as inadequate for her. Her fans rallied behind her, leaving me when I needed her the most. She was my first love, and her departure, coupled with the loss of my mother, shattered my faith in women. After Louis, they meant nothing to me. Caught in the midst of this chaos was Meredith, who seemed unable to stay out of trouble. Dealing with her ex-boyfriend was one thing, but now I had to face my ex-girlfriend too. What a day it turned
MEREDITH: I didn't anticipate feeling heartbroken or sad if I ever escaped Miles's grasp. But when I heard him say, “you're fired,” my heart twisted, and my stomach knotted. I had the feeling of wanting to purge everything I'd eaten, the urge threatening to overwhelm me. Yet, he didn't even acknowledge my distress. How was I being blamed for something we both played a role in? It wasn't technically my fault. None of it was. Getting laid off was cruel, especially when I was struggling to make ends meet and hoping he would eventually start paying me. I guess I'll have to find another job. That might be better. Being around him was hazardous enough. The man was toxic, always nagging and never smiling. But before I go, I'll give him a piece of my mind. What else do I have to lose? Another lawsuit? “I don't exactly understand why I'm getting fired, sir,” I blurted out after moments of consideration. Miles shifted in his seat, turned, and glared at me. With the deepest, meanest voice I'd
MEREDITH: As the thought of ending my life crossed my mind, my nerves trembled. Many would argue it was against their religion or label me as selfish. But was living in such agony righteous and selfless? You don't truly understand someone's pain until you've walked in their shoes. As the burning clothes turned to ashes, I scoured my tiny apartment for anything that could aid my plan. I stumbled upon a rope, though I doubted it could support my weight. Still, I set everything up, forming a loop with the rope. It was ready, my path to freedom. For a moment, I stared at it, questioning if this was what my brother Christian would want for me. Was this truly my only option? Giving up so easily felt wrong, like taking the easy way out. Suddenly, my gaze fell on the empty ice cream cup on my kitchen island, which I had forgotten to clear out. It reminded me that I still had a box of vanilla and chocolate ice cream with some pizza in the fridge. My mouth began to salivate. Eat then kill mys