Chapter 124

Miranda’s POV

I woke up feeling a sense of contentment that I hadn’t experienced in a while. It was strange, really. I should have been angry, frustrated, or perhaps even overwhelmed with the situation I was putting myself in, but instead, I felt calm. I was playing a game, and so far, everything was going according to plan. I knew Desmond’s moves even before he made them, and I could see how every piece was falling into place. The night before had been... entertaining. I had watched them sneak around, hiding their secrets, all while I lay in that grand bed of his mansion, knowing exactly what they were up to. And yet, I remained calm, unfazed. They thought they had the upper hand, but little did they know, the tables were already turning.

When I finally got out of bed and descended the stairs, I could hear the familiar sounds of Desmond bustling in the kitchen, making breakfast. He always knew how to play his part, didn’t he? Toasted bread, eggs, and tea—exactly