The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233 So damn dramatic

Chapter 233 So damın dramatic

Mia’s POV

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I picked up the necklace, feeling its weight in my palm. The diamonds caught the morning light, casting tiny rainbows on the bedroom wall like some land of cosmic disco ball.

Why was I even thinking about this?

It was just a necklace. Beautiful, yes, but ultimately just jewelry. It had no magic powers, no special mojo. It was just… pretty. Really, really pretty.

And it would look absolutely perfect with the outfit I was wearing today.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I fastened the necklace around my neck. The star–shaped pendant fell perfectly at the base of my throat.

I caught my reflection in the mirror and paused. The woman staring back at me looked polished, professional, ready to conquer the architectural world. The necklace added just the right touch of elegance without being too flashy.

It’s i

‘s just a business meeting,” I told my reflection firmly. “Just work.”

My phone buzzed with a text from Thomas: Knock ‘em dead today. Love you..

I smiled, typing back: Will do. Love you too.

Another text came through immediately from the twins, dictated to my mother: MAMA WE PAINTED WITH POTATOES TODAY AND ETHAN ATE ONE. LOVE ALEXANDER AND ETHAN.

I laughed out loud. Of course Ethan ate the potato. The kid would eat anything if you gave him five minutes and called it an “experiment.”

The car arrived precisely on time, and I settled into the backseat with my presentation folder and a large coffee that was probably going to be my lifeline for the day. The drive to Maxwell’s estate would take about an hour, giving me plenty of time to review my presentation one last time.

I’d spent the entire weekend refining the design, incorporating feedback from our last meeting and adding a few new elements I thought he’d appreciate. The plan was now meticulously detailed–a comprehensive renovation that would transform his family estate into something truly extraordinary.

The main house would become private healing suites and executive offices, while that gorgeous old ballroom would be converted into a movement therapy studio with professional–grade flooring and floor–to–ceiling mirrors. The library–God, that library was a masterpiece–would be transformed into a meditation sanctuary, with custom shelving displaying books on healing and mindfulness instead of dusty old volumes nobody ever

read.

But the real showstopper was the garden design. I’d created a series of interconnected outdoor spaces that would blend seamlessly with the existing landscape. There’d be a traditional labyrinth for walking meditation, sensory gardens designed to trigger different healing responses, and multiple private outdoor therapy spaces tucked away in the most beautiful corners of the property.

Chapter 233 So damn dramatic

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The old stables–currently home to nothing but cobwebs and mouse families would be converted into Independent healing cabins. Each one designed for different therapeutic practices: art therapy, music therapy, even equine therapy if Jackson decided to bring horses back to the estate.

This was ambitious stuff. The kind of project that could genuinely change lives while establishing my firm as the go–to architectural team for therapeutic environments. If this went well, we’d have a waiting list longer than the one for croissants at that ridiculous bakery in SoHo.

I loved my work. Really loved it. It gave me the chance to create spaces that could actually help people heal, leaving a real mark on the world instead of just another pretty building that looked good on I*******m.

If only my life weren’t so damn dramatic, I’d probably enjoy all of this even more.

The car pulled through the estate’s gates, and I felt that familiar flutter of nervous energy, Maxwell’s property was stunning–rolling green lawns, mature oak trees, and that incredible ocean view that made you forget you were still technically in New York.

Nothing like Kyle’s former penthouse, I reminded myself. Completely different aesthetic, different energy, different everything. They were definitely not the same person.

But as I gathered my folder and prepared to head toward the door, I couldn’t help but touch the star pendant at

throat, feeling its smooth warmth against my skin. my

Margaret greeted me at the door with her usual professional smile, though I thought I detected a hint of extra warmth today.

“Good morning, Ms. Williams. Mr. Maxwell is waiting for you in his study. He’s quite excited to see your final designs.”

“Perfect,” I replied, following her through the familiar corridors. The house always smelled like lemon polish and expensive wood, with just a hint of ocean breeze drifting through the windows.

As we walked, I found myself unconsciously touching the necklace again. What was wrong with me today? It was like my hand had developed a mind of its own.

me to te

tell

Margaret stopped at a heavy wooden door that looked like it belonged in a castle. “Mr. Maxwell asked me you that he’s very much looking forward to seeing your final presentation.”

“Thank you,” I said, straightening my shoulders and checking that my folder was organized. “I’m excited to share these designs with him.”

She knocked twice on the door, then opened it and gestured for me to enter.

“Ms. Williams is here, sir.”

I stepped into the room, and Jackson Maxwell rose from behind a massive mahogany desk that probably cost more than my car. His face broke into that familiar smile–warm and genuine in a way that Kyle’s never quite

was.

“Mia,” he said, walking around the desk toward me. “Thank you for coming. I have to say, I’m incredibly curious about what you’ve created.”

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