Game of Hearts

part 10

The weeks passed, and Miranda’s business sense only grew sharper. She recruited a young, talented basketball player Tuck, signing him on as the first member of the Lil Southside Lakers. As the team’s roster began to expand, her confidence soared, a powerful presence in the boardroom and on the court.

She negotiated contracts with the precision of a surgeon, her words cutting to the heart of each deal, leaving her opponents speechless. Her intuition was sharp, her instincts honed by years of surviving in prison

Miranda’s reputation spread like wildfire, her name whispered in hushed tones from boardrooms to basketball courts. The mere mention of “Mrs. Warren” sent shivers down the spines of her rivals. Her presence was electrifying, her power undeniable.

The rumors swirled like a storm around her, questions and accusations flying. Who was Miranda Warren? Why was she in jail? How did she become the new Mrs. Warren? Was Ben planning on leaving his pregnant fiancée for Miranda?

But Miranda brushed off these rumors with the ease of brushing lint from her shoulder.

Miranda’s new wealth was hard-earned, and she rewarded herself accordingly. Her collection of cars grew, each one more luxurious and powerful than the last. Her wardrobe was a treasure trove of expensive fabrics and designs, each one tailored to accentuate her curves and exude confidence.

But she didn’t forget where she came from. She purchased a grand mansion, and insisted that her sister Danielle and her daughter Destiny move in with her. Their home was always filled with laughter, music, and the squeaking of sneakers on the backyard basketball court.

In those moments, Miranda felt alive.The Warren name carried weight now, and Miranda was not shy about using it. At parties and events, she moved with the grace of a queen, radiating power and beauty. Her eyes danced with excitement, her smile sparkling with mischief.

But the business world was cutthroat, and rumors began to circulate. Some said she had stolen from her husband. Others whispered that she had orchestrated the death of a rival. The whispers grew louder, the accusations more damning.

But Miranda met each challenge head on, her gaze unflinching, her voice steady. She was not afraid of a little scandal.

Miranda’s confidence was unshakable. She relished in the whispers and rumors, taking pleasure in the knowledge that she had taken control of the Warren name. Even when people asked about Ben, referring to him as her husband, she would smile and say, “Oh, Ben? My darling husband? He’s too busy with his business to join me today.”

And in those precious moments on the backyard court, Miranda saw something special in Destiny. The same fire and passion for the game that burned within her own heart was now igniting within her daughter.

Miranda watched as Destiny’s game improved with each passing day. Her shots were sharp, her footwork was quick, and her passion was unmatched. Miranda recognized her daughter’s talent and knew she had to nurture it.

So, Miranda made an unexpected decision. She approached Destiny with an idea: “Baby girl,” she said, her hand resting on Destiny’s shoulder. “What do you think about training with a real coach?”

Destiny’s eyes lit up, a smile spreading across her face. “You mean it, Momma?”

“If you really want to play, then you should be trained by the best,” Miranda said, her smile widening. “Remember, I own half of your father’s basketball empire now. The least I can do is give my daughter the best coach in the city.”

Destiny’s excitement was palpable, her eyes shining with determination. “You’re the best, Momma!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around Miranda’s neck. “I won’t let you down, I promise!”