Divorce To Marry A CEO

Sophia was scrolling through her phone when it buzzed with an incoming call from her younger brother.

Hello Ethan, is Mom okay? She asked, worried.

Hey, Soph, Mom is okay for now, but the doctor said the surgery can’t be delayed any longer. What should we do? Her brother’s voice came, and she could tell how worried he was.

Sophia panicked too, but still managed to compose herself. “How many days do we have to schedule for the surgery?” She asked.

“We have 3 days, or Mom can’t make it past that. Soph is Marcus not going to help Mom?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

“I’ll try to talk to him again. Don’t worry Ethan, we will find a way.” She comforted her brother even if she didn’t know how they could raise the money.

After ending the call, she stood at the massive window of Marcus villa, looking out over gardens so pristine and endless they looked surreal. The perfectly trimmed hedges and the sparkling marble walkway all screamed of wealth and power. But to her, it was all just a beautiful cage, mocking her emptiness.

This was Marcus house, not hers. Three years of marriage, and yet she felt like little more than a fixture, as untouched as the pricey paintings on the wall. Their marriage had never even been consummated. Marcus, once eager and affectionate, now hardly even looked at her.

Back when they were dating, he had tried to be close, to get intimate. But Sophia, raised with strict values, had always insisted on waiting until marriage. Now, after three cold years, she couldnt help but wonder if that choice had cost her everything.

Pushing aside her thoughts, she went to look for him. She wanted to try again to ask for his help with her mother’s surgery. She knocked on his study door, trying to brace herself for what she knew would be a difficult conversation.

Marcus, can we talk? Her voice was tentative, but there was a thread of hope in it.

He looked up from his laptop, his expression already irritated. What is it, Sophia? Im busy. If it’s about your mother, I already said I don’t have the money. Our company is undertaking a very important project and we can’t afford to withdraw a large amount of money

Sophia swallowed hard, trying to suppress the pain she felt in her heart. It was clear that whether her mother survived or died didn’t matter to him at all.

She bit her lower lip before changing the topic. Then can we talk about our marriage? Its falling apart, Marcus. She held onto the doorframe to keep herself steady.

He scoffed, barely sparing her a glance. Sophia, I dont have time for this right now. Well talk later.

Later? Her voice rose, frustration spilling over. Its always later with you! I cant do this anymore. Youre never here, and when you are, its like I dont even exist.

He turned back to his screen with a dismissive wave. Enough. This conversation is over.

Her heart sank, but she wouldnt give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She turned and closed the door behind her quietly, retreating to her bedroom. Dinner time came and went; he didnt bother to show up, just like every other night.

She left for the kitchen. She needed something to eat despite everything.

She stood in the kitchen, her gaze distant as she poured a packet of noodles into the pot. Steam rose, filling the air with a faint, savory aroma that hardly registered. She absently stirred the simple, repetitive motion offering a kind of solace in her whirlwind of thoughts.

Was this marriage worth fighting for?

Shed asked herself that question countless times, and each time, her heart twisted painfully, reminding her of all the hopes and promises that had brought her to this point. She thought back to those early days with Marcus, back when everything felt so possible. Shed been so young and sure of the life they would build together, one that would be filled with love, trust, and a genuine partnership.

But now, she couldnt remember the last time Marcus had smiled at her, looked at her with any spark in his eyes, let alone touched her. As she absently stirred the noodles, Sophia felt a pang deep inside, an ache that wouldnt go away. Her friends would always say she was the strong one, the one who could handle anything. But, standing there alone in the kitchen, she wasnt sure how much longer she could hold on.

Am I not good enough for Marcus? The question stung. Shed given up so much to be his wife, including her career, tried her best to fit into his world, to be the perfect partner, and even endured his family’s cruel treatment. Yet, every effort seemed wasted, ignored, as if she were invisible in her own home. There was a loneliness that had seeped into her bones, one that a simple meal in an empty kitchen seemed to amplify.

The noodles were done. She strained them, watching the water swirl away, disappearing down the drain. It reminded her of how she felt, pouring all of herself into a void, hoping for something in return that never came.

Maybe its time to stop fighting, a quiet voice whispered in her mind. She took a deep breath, set the bowl of noodles on the counter, and stared at it for a long moment. If her marriage was meant to be a partnership, it was painfully clear she was the only one showing up.

Around 10 p.m., after finishing her meal, she checked his study. Empty, as usual. With a sigh, she went back to her room. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, and she didnt realize her hands were shaking until she reached to pick it up. For a second, she hoped it was him, but as soon as she saw the caller ID, her heart skipped a beat and her face lit up. It was indeed him. He never calls.

Curiosity and a faint, ridiculous hope flared up as she answered. Marcus?

A woman’s laugh echoed from the other end. Oh, Sophia, dont be so naive.

Sophias stomach twisted. She recognized that voice. Lila. Her old college rival, the woman whod once fought for Marcus attention, back when she was just another girl with a crush.

Lila? Her voice was barely a whisper, disbelief and shock gripping her.

Lila chuckled, the sound sharp and cold. Then, Sophia heard voices on the other end, her heart pounding as she listened in.

Marcus, Lilas voice purred. Arent you worried Sophia will catch you one of these days?

Dont bring her up while were together, he replied with a sneer.

Sophia felt her chest tighten, her whole body going numb. Every word felt like a dagger, twisting deeper and deeper.

Oh, come on, Lila teased. Shes never even been to bed with you, has she?

A pause, then his voice, cold and dismissive. Sophia? Shes so reserved. I tried when we were dating, but she wanted to wait. So now, Im making her wait.

Sophias face crumpled as the tears came. This was her husband, the man shed trusted with her heart.

And youre the one I want, Lila, Marcus murmured.

But Marcus you know.mmmhhh

Marcus sealed her lips before she could continue, Shhh enough of her, don’t spoil the moment.

What followed was their soft breathing and moaning as their bodies intertwined together. Sophia had soaked her nightgown with her tears. She didn’t realize when her tears started pouring like a waterfall.

The picture of her husband in bed with another woman, her love rival at that?

Silence fell as soft sounds of their intimacy filled the line.

Sophia couldnt listen any longer. She hung up, choking on her tears. This was it. This was her wake-up call. Shed been a fool.

Wordlessly, she pulled out her suitcase and began to pack, taking only the things that were hers. Each item she folded felt like reclaiming a part of herself that had been lost in this gilded cage. This was her escape, her path to freedom, and she wouldnt let anything stop her.

Just as she finished packing, the doorbell rang. Her heart skipped. She had planned to leave quietly, like a shadow in the night, but it seemed fate had other plans.

Opening the door, she found Evelyn, Marcus mother, and Lauren, his sister, standing there in their designer dresses and smug expressions. Cold air seeped into the room as they brushed past her, barely acknowledging her presence.

Evelyn barely glanced at her as she walked in. Wheres Marcus? she asked, her tone impatient.

Hes not here, Sophia replied, her voice clipped.

Lauren rolled her eyes, an amused smirk on her lips. Someones got an attitude tonight. Is there a problem, Sophia?

Sophia forced herself to stay calm. What do you want?

Evelyn gave a short, dismissive laugh. We came by to drop off some clothes. We expect you to have them laundered tomorrow. After all, appearances are everything.

Sophia felt her control slipping, her voice going cold. Im not your servant anymore, Evelyn. Take your clothes and leave.

They stared at her in shock.

What did you just say? Lauren asked with disbelief in her voice.

Sophias eyes narrowed. I said, take your clothes and go.

Evelyns face hardened. Marcus could divorce you for this kind of disrespect, Sophia.

Sophia met her gaze without flinching. Im the one divorcing him. Now, get out.

Evelyns eyes turned icy, her tone full of venom. If you walk away from this, dont expect us to welcome you back.

Sophia picked up her suitcase, her heart racing, yet a strange calm washed over her. Dont worry, Evelyn. Im not coming back.

Without looking back, she brushed past them, stepping out into the chilly night. She heard Evelyns last, seething words follow her. Youll regret this, Sophia.

Pausing at the gate, she looked back just once, her voice steady. The only regret I have is not leaving sooner.

Turning, she closed the door to her past.

As she reached the street, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She considered ignoring it but something made her check. It was an unknown number. Against her better judgment, she picked up.

Mrs. Hawthorne? a mans voice said on the other end. This is the family butler. Old Master Hawthorne would like you to visit the family house tomorrow morning.

Before she could respond, the line went dead.

As the sun cast its rays into the sterile hospital room that was filled with the smell of medicine, Sophia woke up by her mother’s side. She came here last night with the excuse of taking care of her mother. She didn’t want to be alone as her heart was shattering into pieces and only by being with people who mattered to her could make her feel better.

She couldn’t look back to that cold lifeless house She had been in for 3 years. Not after the decision she had made. Every corner of that house reminded her of the marriage that never existed and she couldn’t go back there again. With this thought, she exhaled sadly, before looking at her mom, who was sleeping peacefully, her face pale and weak. She had been sick for a while now and her surgery was postponed since they didn’t have enough money for it.

Her mother opened her eyes slightly as if feeling her emotional turmoil. The surgery was very important yet the funds seemed impossible to gather. Her mom, Catherine, pinned her hope on Marcus and his family, the Hawthorns, to help them. Little did she know they already refused to help, including Marcus. He didn’t care much about his mother-in-law. But Sophia can’t tell her the truth for now. She can’t bear to give this news to her, it’s good for her to keep hoping as Sophia thinks of another solution.

Marcus had forbidden her from going to work, in the name of upholding his family image. She listened to him but now that she needs his financial help, he doesn’t care.

Evelyn and Lauren made it clear that her mother was not their responsibility. They didn’t care that Sophia had been doing all the house chores for them like a maid. They just offered fake sympathy and that’s all. It stung, and her heart bled, especially since they told her directly, without concealing their disdain.

How could she let her mother know that her husband and his family don’t care about her? Not now.

Her phone rang in her bag pulling her from her thoughts. She checked it, it was a call from Marcus. He hasn’t called ever since she left the house which means he just got home or his mother and sister called to report about their earlier confrontation.

Sophia hesitated; she had wished for him to call her many times, but that was before.

But she decided to answer as she wanted to talk to him too.

She took a deep breath before answering, Marcus, she called his name out but now her tone was cold, with no warmth.

Where are you? his cold voice came

At the hospital with my mom, she said as a matter of fact. There was no need to go into details.

There was silence on the other side before he asked again, You didn’t come home last night?

Who would have thought you would notice if I was gone? I thought you would be very busy to notice. Since you didn’t come home too, I guess it makes the two of us. Sophia replied, her tone sharper than she had intended.

She wanted to confront him about his affair with Lila last night but she refrained. She had already decided so it didn’t matter.

Sophia leaned her head against the chair, closing her eyes and feeling ironical. She had left their marriage a long time ago, only that this time was physical.

Marcus pressed unapologetic, When are you coming back? We need to talk.

His mother and sister had told him about Sophia’s attitude last night. He couldn’t believe Sophia disrespected his family. Although he has been aware of how they treated her, he never intervened.

But now Sophia left with her suitcase case? What happened? She was already used to his family’s attitude towards her. She did all the chores at home without complaining. Is she throwing a tantrum just to get my attention?

Sophia’s sharp and cold voice interrupted his thoughts, I’ll meet you at the cafe opposite the hospital in the afternoon.

Before he could respond, she hung up. She went to the window of the hospital room, looking at the busy street. Her heart felt cold but her determination ignited her resolve to start over.

Back at Marcus, he stared at his phone’s black screen shocked. Sophia just hung up on him! She’s always been eager to receive his call, to talk to him, but now she hung up on him.

He thought of his last conversation with his grandpa, Marcus, when are you two having a child? You’ve been married for 3 years now.

Marcus, I’ll think about it, Grandpa

The thought of a baby with Sophia never crossed his mind. He has been consumed with revenge. Sophia acted so conservatively while they were dating. All the women who showed interest in him back then would sleep with him.

But Sophia rejected him every time, demanding they wait until marriage. He hated her for this and couldn’t show it back then. That’s why he agreed to marry her just to have his way, not because he loved her. He was a playboy after all.

He didn’t touch her after their marriage as he wanted to punish her too. He would rather sleep outside with other women. But now, thinking of his grandpa’s urgent need for a grandchild and Sophia’s little tantrum, it was time. He will fulfill her wish.

Back in the hospital room, Sophia’s mother woke up, she smiled weakly at her daughter, Honey, what did Marcus say, did they agree to help?

Sophia’s body tensed, she was still at the window and hearing her mom’s question, filled with hope, the cold from outside seemed to be all directed at her.

She composed herself and turned around to face her mother acting normal. We’re still discussing it Mom, but don’t worry we will find a way.

Her mother smiled sweetly at her, You are such a good daughter dear, I know you will find a way. Marcus and his family have always been generous, they will help us.

Sophia couldn’t imagine the word generous and the Hawthornes in the same sentence. She wanted to scream and shout at that family. But she couldn’t let her mother know the truth. At least not in her condition. The burden in her chest felt heavier as she looked at her mother’s expectant eyes.

Right then, her phone buzzed from her pocket. She checked, it was a message from an unknown number.

Hey, can we talk? I have information you might be interested in.

Sophia replied, Who is this and why should I believe you?

The reply came almost immediately.

I’m acquainted with your husband and I have some information about him.

Before Sophia could type a reply, another message came in, I’m at Avenue One coffee shop, don’t keep me waiting.

Sophia wanted to ignore the message but her curiosity couldn’t let her. He was about to part ways with Marcus and any information about him may be crucial. Although she was still worried that it might be a setup. She bid her mother goodbye and left promising to come later to take care of her.

When Sophia arrived at Avenue One coffee shop, her heart was beating faster as if waiting for a battle. She knew it might be a set up but a part of her said she should trust the person. She looked around trying to spot the person, when a woman stood up waving at her, Hey Sophia, here.

Sophia approached her, she was a petite woman with short hair and a cold temperament. She sat sipping her coffee unbothered by the noises around her.

You are the one who texted me? Sophia asked cautiously

Yes, aren’t you Sophia Blackwell? the woman asked, raising her head to look at Sophia.

Sophia could see sympathy in the woman’s cold eyes. She nodded as she sat down.

Maya, the woman gave her name with not much interest. She continued sipping her coffee as if she was alone.

Sophia broke the silence, So why did you call me here?

Maya raised her head again looking at Sophia as if trying to choose her words, Are you aware of your husband’saffairs?

Sophia felt the pain in her chest tighten. She clenched her fist under the table not wanting to show her vulnerability to a stranger.

You didn’t call me to ask questions right? She asked calmly although her anger was boiling.

Maya went straight to the point. Have caught Marcus several times with different women and since I knew he was married, I thought you should know. It’s never too late to be careful.

Sophia’s heart hurt so much after hearing about the other women although she already knew about Marcus’ behavior.

Do you have any proof? She asked, her voice shaking, betraying her calm expression.

I have sent you some pictures, it’s not much, but they clearly show them entering hotel rooms, Maya replied calmly.

Sophia checked her phone and saw the photos. She thought she would react to them, but her heart was calmer. Maybe the phone call from Lila gave her the last blow.

She stuffed her phone back in her bag, stood up, and said, Thank you for this information; I’ll know what to do with it.

Maya nodded as Sophia turned around and left.

Sophia checked the phone, it was almost the time they agreed to meet with Marcus.

She headed towards the Cafe opposite the hospital, her decision now clear. It’s time to end this once and for all.

When she arrived at the cafe, she found Marcus sitting at the corner scrolling his phone and a cup of coffee on the table. It seems he had been waiting for a while.

When he saw her, he stood up like a gentleman pulling a chair for her, Sophia, here you are.

Sophia looked at him with doubt. This behavior of his was way back before they got married. What is he up to? She shook her head ignoring his warm welcome.

How’s your mom, I’ll help with the surgery later today. You can schedule it for tomorrow. He said looking at her. There was warmth in his eyes and it got Sophia off guard. She paused, before composing herself.

Is that what you wanted to talk about? Sophia asked coldly, not allowing her emotions to show. If it was the day before, she would be very happy, perhaps even hug him and call her mother to share the good news. But now she felt nothing, not even her mother’s surgery could make her go back to that cage or warm up to this man again.

Marcus was surprised, isn’t it the reason you left yesterday? Look, Sophia, I know I have been distant ever since we got married, but now I want to make things right. Let’s start over again okay? He said almost pleading.

Sophia felt her heartthrob in her chest. She had waited to hear this from him for a long time. But now hearing it, it felt like a joke to her. She laughed coldly repeating his last words, Start over again?

That’s right, Grandpa is even urging us to give him a grandchild, Marcus said without noticing the sarcasm in her tone.

Marcus, I want a divorce! Sophia stated coldly as a matter of fact.

Marcus was shocked, his demeanor changing, what did you just say? He asked coldly.

You heard me, I want a divorce. The earlier the better. Sophia said without backing down.

That will never happen, Sophia, you know how a divorce could affect my family. Just forget about it. I’m willing to change for you and be the man you want or do anything else but divorce is out of the question here. He said firmly leaving no room for discussion.

I’m not asking for your consent, I’m telling you I want a divorce. I don’t care about your family reputation. Sophia met his cold eyes with a burning fire Marcus had never seen before.

Marcus stood up and held her chin tightly as if wanting to crush it, his anger boiling.

This is the last time you talk about divorce with me again, you hear me?

He threw her head back. She hit the back of her chair but she was dumb to any pain. She came prepared and knew he wouldn’t take it well. She straightened her back, her rage boiling too, Yes, this is the last time I’ll talk about divorce because it’s happening, and the sooner, the better, or else She said taking out her phone and sending the photos Maya gave her to his phone.

Those photos will go viral by tomorrow. She threatened.

Marcus tensed and took out his phone to check. When he saw the photos, his face changed in shock and fear. But he quickly composed himself and smiled as if the photos wouldn’t do much damage.

Before his smile could reach his eyes, Sophia played an audio on her phone, it was the recording from Lila’s phone call last night. Yes, although it broke Sophia down, she managed to hit the record button and now she came prepared.

Now let’s see between a divorce and what I have with me, what would affect your family’s reputation the most, she said, her voice threatening.

Marcus panicked. He reached out to grab her phone, but she was prepared; Sophia hid it behind her back and warned him.

Don’t bother with my phone, I already gave copies to someone else. If we’re not divorced by tomorrow evening, the person will release them.

Marcus clenched his fists, white veins appearing on his forehead staring daggers at her. He was trying to figure out if she meant it. Sophia stared back and smiled at him. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes but he could read the message. She meant business.

After a brief silence, he said, “Alright I agree. But don’t expect to get a single penny from me.

What choice do I have? I couldn’t let that audio and pictures go viral, it will destroy my family. he thought to himself.

Sophia stood up to leave, I wouldn’t take anything even if you offered, she said coldly.

See you tomorrow at 8 A.M at the civil affairs office. Don’t keep me waiting. You know the consequences. She left without looking back, leaving him seated, clenching his teeth.

When she got out of the coffee shop, she exhaled, an air she didn’t think she was holding.

As she was heading to her car, her phone buzzed, it was a text from her brother Ethan. He’s a working student and has been trying to gather some money for their mother’s surgery but he only managed to gather a small amount, not nearly enough for the operation.

Sophia felt the burden pressing on her despite being free from her taunting marriage. The reality of the situation hit her like a wave, there was no one left to turn to. The world was closing in on her, suffocating her with every passing second.

The next day, at the civil affairs office. The office was bustling with people, some eager to get married while a few lined up for divorce. The couples wore grim expressions but Marcus sat there nonchalantly as if it was an everyday business deal. The office was cold with its walls dull gray as if mirroring Sophia’s emptiness inside.

She sat across, watching her soon-to-be husband as he signed the divorce papers coldly as if it didn’t affect him at all. His indifference stung her more than anything but she hid her disappointment and signed it with the same energy. Now three years of marriage has amounted to nothing but pain.

The wedding day that had filled her with so much happiness, and endless promises felt like a far bitter memory. She had entered this marriage with hope and dreams of love, a partnership that would lead to a happy family but she was met with neglect and betrayal.

Immediately after the documents were finalized, Marcus walked out without sparing her a glance. It hurt but she knew it was exactly what she wanted. Her freedom.

Sophia remained seated for a while as she processed everything. Her fingers slowly tapped on the edges of the divorce decree. She had imagined this moment, she thought she would break, drained by the end of her marriage, but surprisingly, not a single drop of fear came out. Instead, she felt some odd sense of relief.

The three years of being under Hawthorne’s control, trying to please them, and working hard to fit in their status are over. She was now free to build her future.

Sophia stood up, exiting the office. The sun was rising behind the city skyline, casting long shadows on the streets. She felt small, useless, and insignificant. A woman without a marriage, a divorcee with no career. All she had was mounting responsibilities.

Her mother was still counting on her to get money from Marcus for her surgery. Little did she know that her daughter was a divorcee with no means to raise the money.

Her phone buzzed, halting her steps to check. It was a text from her brother Ethan.

Hi Soph, how are things there? Mom is still hoping Marcus will help.

Unlike their mother, Ethan knew the challenges her sister was facing with the Hawthorne family. He sympathized with her but there was nothing he could do for now.

Sophia hated herself for not being able to help her family. She replied,

Marcus won’t help us, Ethan, but don’t tell Mom right now. We will find a way. I’m on my way, let me think of something.

Sophia sighed, slipping her phone back into her bag and turning towards the street. But before she could take two steps, she overheard some voices.

Two men were standing near the entrance of the civil affairs office. They seemed to be in a heated conversation. The taller one dressed in a tailored black suit with sharp jaws was in charge. The other man, a bit younger, wore a look of panic as he anxiously explained.

Sir, I’m afraid the woman didn’t show up. We had agreed to meet at 8:30 sharp and now it’s past 9 am. The man who looked like an assistant reported.

The quiet mans eyes burned with intensity, though his lips remained sealed. An underlying storm was brewing just below his carefully crafted facade, each unspoken word thickening the tension that hung heavily in the air.

His assistant broke the silence again, visibly rattled. Sir, what should we do? You know your grandfathers will. The deadline for submitting the marriage certificate is today, or the company falls into someone elses hands. Your uncle Gerald wont waste a second exploiting this opportunity.

The mention of Gerald sparked something within him; a flash of barely contained anger hardened his face as his jaw tightened. But he said nothing, eyes distant as if weighing options that only he could see.

Unbeknownst to them, Sophia was nearby and had caught every word. She hadnt meant to eavesdrop, but the urgency in their voices drew her in. “Marriage certificate?” The phrase echoed in her mind, a strange spark of desperation flickering to life. What if?

An ideareckless but oddly liberatingbegan to take shape. Before she could second-guess herself, she found her feet moving toward them, her heart racing faster with each step.

Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, she said softly, trying to appear calm though her heart pounded in her chest.

The man turned, his cold, calculated gaze assessing her with the precision of a scalpel. Tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that was meticulously groomed, he looked like a statue chiseled in marble. There was a dangerous aura about him that made Sophia instinctively want to back down. But she held her ground, swallowing her nerves.

Speak. What do you want? he asked, voice low and commanding, laced with impatience.

She took a deep breath, words tumbling out before fear could swallow them whole. I couldnt help overhearing your conversation. You need a wife to secure your inheritance, and I…I need money for my mothers surgery. Perhaps we can help each other.

For a moment, his expression remained unreadable, his sharp eyes flickering with mild interest. Did you just propose to marry me? he asked, voice laced with disbelief and a hint of curiosity.

Well Yes, but strictly business, she clarified, her tone steady despite the fluttering panic in her chest. You get the marriage certificate, I get the funds for my mothers surgery. No strings attached.

The assistant, standing beside him, raised an eyebrow at the unexpected twist. A subtle smirk tugged at his lips, as though amused by Sophias audacity.

After what felt like an eternity, the man gave a curt nod. Deal. His voice was cold and final, cutting through the air with chilling certainty.

Sophia let out a breath she hadnt realized shed been holding. She had just agreed to marry a strangera man whose gaze was colder than the winter wind and whose expression made it clear he saw her as nothing more than a necessary means to an end. But did she have any other choice? Her mothers life hung in the balance.

Alexander Evans, he said abruptly, stretching out his hand with a formality that left little room for warmth or familiarity.

Sophia Blackwell. She extended her own hand to meet his, her skin brushing against his firm grip. A strange spark shot through her, and she froze momentarily, snapping out of her daze only when he cleared his throat, saying, My hand.

Huh? Sophia was surprised; she released his hand, cursing herself inwardly. Sophia! What were you thinking?

The assistant turned around to hide his chuckle.

Shall we proceed? His tone was dismissive, as if eager to get this transaction over with.

Sophia nodded, forcing herself to ignore the strange mix of nerves and relief bubbling within her. Alexander turned to his assistant. Mark, prepare the documents. Were doing this now.

In a matter of minutes, they were signing papers in the civil affairs office. The entire process was cold, efficient, and devoid of emotion. Alexander handled everything as though it were just another corporate merger, every detail managed with flawless precision.

Sophia barely registered the bureaucratic exchange. Her mind was numb, running through the whirlwind of decisions that had led her here. She was now Mrs. Alexander Evansa title that felt as foreign as it did finally.

As they exited, Alexander turned to her, his gaze detached. Youll receive the funds today, as agreed. My assistant will handle your living arrangements.

Sophia nodded. Thank you, she murmured, feeling an unsettling mix of gratitude and apprehension.

He acknowledged her with a brief nod, then walked away, his figure dissolving into the crowd, his assistant following closely behind.

Sophia watched them disappear, an uneasy emptiness settling in her chest. She had no idea what shed signed up for, but one thing was clear: shed crossed a line, one that couldnt be easily retraced.

Lost in thought, she was startled when Mark, Alexanders assistant, returned. Miss Blackwell, the arrangements have been finalized. Mr. Evans also instructed me to inform you that your mothers surgery will be covered.

Sophias heart swelled with relief. For the first time since her impulsive proposal, she felt a hint of validation. Thank you, Mark.

As they drove back to her apartment, Sophia couldnt shake the surreal feeling that had settled over her. The papers had been signed, promises exchanged, and yet, there was an emptiness that she couldnt quite shake. Her phone buzzed, jolting her from her thoughts. Her brother Ethans name flashed on the screen, reminding her of her promise to visit the hospital. She quickly replied, I’m sorry, Ethan. I got caught up with something.

Before she could put her phone down, it buzzed again. She checked it, and her stomach twisted. Marcus. Her ex-husband. The man whod shattered her heart without a second thought.

She ignored the call, not ready to face the bitterness that the name evoked. Moments later, a message appeared.

You know where to find me if you change your mind. And dont even think about blackmailing me for money. Youre on your own now.

Sophia let out a humorless laugh, rolling her eyes at his audacity. Even if I have to sleep on the street, Marcus, Id rather endure anything than go back to you.

Ignoring the message, she slipped her phone back into her bag, focusing on what mattered: her mothers chance at recovery.

Meanwhile, across town, the Hawthorne estate was enveloped in tense silence. Raphael Hawthorne, the patriarch, paced in his study, frustration radiating from every tense muscle. Are you certain she received my message? he demanded, turning to his butler.

The butler bowed respectfully, Yes, sir. I relayed your instructions as you directed.

A storm brewed in Raphaels gaze, his fingers tapping restlessly against his desk. How dare she ignore me? I may have some use for her, but disrespect will not be tolerated. the old man was as manipulative as his grandson Marcus.

The butler kept silent, accustomed to Raphaels mercurial temper. The old mans eyes narrowed, voice dripping with veiled menace. Call her again. Tell her she is expected here immediately.

In the shadowed quiet of the study, Raphaels threat hung in the aira reminder that he was not a man to be ignored. The butler took out his phone and went out to call Sophia.

Sophia, oblivious to the gathering storm, returned home, hoping to find a semblance of peace in her otherwise chaotic day. Little did she know, this fragile calm was but the calm before the storm, and her life was about to be upended once again.

She had completely forgotten about the old man’s summon as she was too busy with her affairs. Come thinking about it now, she was no longer part of their family, and she didn’t need to go. She needed to keep her distance from the Hawthornes from now on.

As she prepared to take a shower, her phone buzzed again. She went to check out and upon seeing the number on the screen, she cursed, “Speaking of the devil!

Sophia stared at her phone, watching it buzz repeatedly on the table. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, the weight of everything pressing down hard on her shoulders. The last thing she wanted was to deal with the Hawthornes, but she couldnt ignore the call. With a heavy sigh, she answered.

“Mrs. Hawthorne, this is the butler. Old Master Hawthorne requests your presence at the family house immediately,” came the familiar voice, so stiff and formal.

Sophia winced. I can’t deal with them today. She rubbed her temples, trying to muster the energy for one more interaction. Please tell Mr. Hawthorne Im sorry, but I cant make it today. Im very tired.

There was a brief silence, then the butlers voice returned, softer but insistent. “Mrs. Hawthorne… I must insist. Old Master… well, he wont take it well.”

Sophia leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes, letting the quiet of the room settle around her. I dont owe him anything. I dont owe any of them anything anymore. She pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath. “Im sorry, but I cant. Please tell him, no.”

The butler hesitated, and then reluctantly acknowledged her request. I will inform him, Mrs. Hawthorne.

Sophia hung up, the feeling of that name, Mrs. Hawthorne, still heavy and repulsive on her tongue. It was as if the title itself had become a prison, tying her to a family that had never truly accepted her.

As she tossed her phone back onto the couch, it buzzed again. This time, the call was from an unknown number. She almost didnt answer, but a gut instinct told her it was important.

“Hello?” she answered, her voice steady but cautious.

Where are you? came a low, enraged voice that made her blood run cold. I want you here right now.

Sophia recognized it instantly. Raphael. Old Master Hawthorne. She had known this conversation was coming.

“Im sorry, Mr. Hawthorne,” she replied, trying to keep the exhaustion from seeping into her voice. “Im really tired. I cant come today.”

The line was silent for a long moment before Raphaels voice crackled through again, laced with fury. “Are you being unfilial now? What are you busy with? Doesn’t Marcus provide everything for you? Whats so important that you cant obey me?”

Sophias stomach tightened. She had dealt with enough of this for years. The constant disrespect, the way they viewed her as a mere extension of their sonnothing more. She wasnt about to back down now. “Im busy with my mother. Im trying to figure everything out. This has nothing to do with Marcus.”

Raphaels voice shifted, becoming sharper. So its about that woman, is it? Your mother. The sneer was almost palpable in his words. Sophia, you just need to be a good daughter-in-law to our family. Stop bothering us with these… unnecessary needs.

Sophias pulse quickened. She could feel her blood rising to her face, and she clenched her fist. Unnecessary needs? She bit her lip to steady herself. “That woman youre referring to is my mother. And Im not going to apologize for taking care of her.” Her voice was cold and steady, the anger just below the surface. “And what does that have to do with you?”

Raphael scoffed as if she were beneath him. “She is not your”

Sophia cut him off, her voice rising. “Shes not what? What did you just say?”

There was a moment of shock on the other end of the line. Raphael seemed to realize he had misspoken. A heavy silence followed, and she could almost hear the gears turning in his mind as he tried to recover.

He cleared his throat, his tone now more calculated. “I meant… shes not our responsibility. You, as a part of the Hawthorne family, should not burden us with people who arent even… part of the family.”

Sophia couldnt believe what she was hearing. He thinks this is how it works. She took a deep breath, her voice icy. “So, Mr. Hawthorne, you mean to tell me that once a person marries into your family, they should forget about their own? Forget about their own flesh and blood?” She let the silence hang in the air, her words sinking in.

Raphaels rage flared again. How dare you speak to me like that! What did you just call me?

Sophia raised an eyebrow, her heart pounding. “Mr. Hawthorne, of course. Oh, didnt your precious grandson tell you that were divorced?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Sophia could almost hear the shock in Raphaels breath. What? he rasped, clearly struggling to process what she had just said. “Why didnt you come to me first before signing the divorce papers?”

Sophia didnt flinch. What does our marriage have to do with you? And shouldnt you be asking your grandson that question instead?

Raphael, momentarily speechless, fumbled with his words. But Sophia didnt wait for him to find them. Before he could speak again, she hung up the phone, cutting the conversation short.

Her heart was racing, but a sense of relief washed over her. Im done with them. Im done with all of them.

She stood up, taking a deep breath, feeling the weight of the Hawthornes finally lifting off her shoulders. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt a small glimmer of freedom.

Sophia didnt want to be affected by the Hawthornes anymore. She was done being their puppet, done being their Mrs. Hawthorne. Whatever came next, she was ready to face it head-on. And if they came crawling back, she’d be the one in control this time.

The following morning, Sophia went to the hospital. She was worried about her mother and even if Alexander promised to sort everything, she still wasn’t sure if he did. Before anything, she went to confirm first, and true to his word, he had arranged and settled everything. The hospital staff confirmed that her mother’s surgery was scheduled for later that day.

Sophia felt a wave of relief wash over her for the first time in days. She will not have to watch her mother suffering in the hospital helplessly anymore. This was something good to give her relief and hope.

Ethan, her brother, arrived at the hospital soon after. He was juggling between his studies and a part-time job to support their family. He appeared tired, but when he saw their mother resting peacefully in her hospital bed, waiting for the operation, his eyes lit up.

How did you manage to gather the funds, Soph? He asked, unable to hide his concern and worry etched on his face.

Sophia hesitated as she glanced at their mother. She pulled Ethan outside to the hospital corridor. I made a deal with someone. It’s complicated, and I can’t explain it right now. What’s important is that mom’s surgery is taken care of.

Ethan furrowed his brows slightly but he didn’t want to stress his sister. He wrapped his arm around her, Okay, I won’t ask more questions, as long as mum is okay. But promise me you will be fine too.

Tears swelled in Sophia’s eyes as he promised her brother, Don’t worry I know what I’m doing.

Ethan nodded before saying, You look exhausted, you should go home and have some rest. I will stay with Mum.

Sophia smiled weakly, touched by her little brother’s thoughtfulness. She hugged him, Thank you, Ethan.

Sophia went to her apartment to have some rest. The last few days had left a toll on her. The next day, she woke up feeling lighter and rejuvenated. She wanted to relax more when a black sedan car pulled up outside her apartment. She went out curious about who the unexpected visitor was.

Mark stepped out in a black suit and a professional expression addressing her politely.

“Good morning, Miss Blackwell. Mr Evans sent me to pick you up. He wants you to go to his Villa where you will be staying.”

Sophia nodded, turning back to her apartment to get her suitcase.

She came back and Mark escorted her towards the waiting car.

Before she got in, she turned back, glancing at her small apartment.

She had no idea what kind of life awaited her on the other side. Taking a deep breath, she got into the car comforting herself.

She made the deal herself and now it was her responsibility to honor it.

The drive took longer than Sophia expected as she watched the city gradually fade into the distance.

As the landscape continued to change, Sophia got more nervous and she could feel the tension in her body just by looking at her sweating hands.

The car finally stopped in front of a grand estate. It hid in a quiet corner of the world, surrounded by a serene lake and thick woods.

The Villa was so magnificent that Sophia felt like something out of a dream.

She got out of the car with Mark’s help and approached the entrance.

Before she could knock, the doors opened startling her. It revealed Alexander standing in the grand foyer as if waiting for someone. His expression is unreadable.

“Welcome, this is Valmere. It will be your home from now on.” He said, his voice devoid of warmth, but Sophia didn’t feel unwelcomed.

“Thank you,” she said politely before stepping inside. Her steps echoed against the well-structured marble floor.

Her mouth was agape as she looked around mesmerized by the luxurious interior.

The high ceilings, the crafted details in the stone walls, and the towering windows gave a perfect view of the lake outside. They all screamed wealth and power.

As she was admiring the place Alexander interrupted her, “Everything you need is here,” he said casually as if discussing the weather.

“We don’t need to interact and you are free to do as you want, mingle with friends, work, whatever you want. Just remember to respect our marriage.”

Sophia nodded again, “Thank you.”

“One more thing,” Alexander paused as if this was more important.

“This is a transaction, a temporary arrangement.” With that, he continued walking.

‘Temporary’, Sophia repeated the word in her mind. This was clearly a reminder that this was not a love-based marriage or partnership.

She nodded, unable to give any other response.

She followed him through the house but she didn’t forget to admire the villa’s grandeur and elegance.

It was very far from the life she had known, far from Marcus’s villa, and also very far from her small, modest apartment.

Alexander paused when they reached the living room; Sophia, who was busy admiring everything, bumped into his back, “Ouch!” She hissed, holding her nose.

“You hit me and you’re complaining?” Alexander asked, turning around to face her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.” Sophia apologized, embarrassed. She couldn’t imagine how she could mess up on her first day.

“I know,” Alexander said, his tone relaxed a bit.

Sophia thought, ‘If you knew then why did you complain?’

“You don’t need to worry about your mother’s recovery, she’s in good hands.” He said to ease her worry.

Sophia felt relieved. Although she didn’t know what would come out of this arrangement, her mother’s life had been saved, thanks to her new husband.

Still, she didn’t know how to reveal the truth to her mother.

“You can take your time to settle,” Alexander’s voice cuts through her thoughts.

“Mark will be around to show you to your room,” he added, and without another word, he turned around, and left.

Sophia was grateful to him and she wanted to enjoy the comfort of this luxurious new place.

But still, she felt a lump in her throat. Her mother had hope for her marriage with Marcus to do well. In fact, Sophia hadn’t told her the challenges she faced with Hawthornes.

Although her parents got divorced when she was 16 years old, Sophia knew her mother valued marriage and it would break her heart if she learned about this.

Sophia decided to reveal the truth to her after she had recovered from her surgery. She can’t keep it from her for long.

Sophia knew how observant her mom was and she would notice something was off.

She settled into Valmere feeling that everything was different from her old life. There was serene silence, cut in only by the rustling leaves outside and the soft echo produced by her footsteps as she stepped on the marble floors.

Sophia still couldn’t believe it. She thought, ‘It’s just yesterday I was drowning in loneliness dwelling on the oppressive weight of my failed marriage. Here I can breathe peacefully. Will it remain like this? But for now, I’ll enjoy the moment.’

On her first night at Valmere, Sophia felt awkwardly strange. The place was grand but the quietness gave her goosebumps in her stomach.

It was so silent as if it could echo her thoughts. She went out to find destruction.

Now she stood on the wide balcony, looking at the serene lake. She could see the moon reflected on the surface of the lake.

The water lapped softly against the shore, but she thought the stillness would calm her. But it amplified the turmoil inside.

She thought of Alexander and their marriage. He has helped her as per the agreement but she felt the need to be more open with him concerning some matters.

He was now her husband although in papers, and he deserves to know the truth anyway.

She took a deep breath steadying herself before heading back to the living room.

Alexander wasn’t there so she went directly to his study. Mark had given her a tour earlier. Through the crack of his study door, Sophia could see him engaged in a phone conversation.

His jaws were clenched as if trying to control his boiling anger.

“Let Gerald know if it’s war he’s looking for I’ll grant his wish,” he barked to his phone, his fist clenched as if he wanted to knock the study wall down.

Sophia saw this and wanted to go back before he could notice her. She was shocked and afraid of him. He was very intimidating right now and all she wished was to vanish before he could notice her.

But before she could turn around, “I’ll call back later.”

Alexander ended the call before turning back to face her. He gave her a very scary gaze making her heart tremble. She felt like it’d come out.

She wanted to say something but words were stuck in her throat.

Alexander composed himself, relaxing a bit from his earlier outburst. It’s as if he realized he had scared her.

“What is it?” He asked coldly, his eyes piercing on her, intensifying her fears.

“Nonothing, I’ll come back later,” she said hastily, turning around to leave.

“Speak.” Alexander spat out without showing any mercy.

“I wanted to tell you something or at least to be honest with you.” She started fidgeting with her fingers.

“Go ahead,” Alexander said, his sharp cold eyes still on her.

Sophia bit the bullet and spoke, “My first marriage ended the day before yesterday, I just got a divorce when I met you.”

Alexander raised his eyebrows slightly, putting his hands in his pants pocket as if waiting for her to continue.

Sophia’s heartbeat increased, knowing he would not take it well, and she was ready for him to react or even divorce her. Divorce? Her heart sank at the thought of another divorce.

She bit her lower lip, avoiding his eyes, but she could feel his sharp eyes focused on her face. He didn’t say anything, and his silence didn’t make Sophia’s heart calm, so she continued.

“I was together with Marcus Hawthorne for 3 years but we never did.I mean we were never close.” She said with her face blushing. “It was just complicated.”

Alexander’s lips curved slightly, “how efficient.”

“Huh?” Sophia was surprised. She expected him to be annoyed or maybe not show any interest.

“You dropped a fish and hooked another on the same day?” his neutral voice came again but there was no humor in his eyes.

Sophia’s face flushed deeper. His words stung but it was the truth anyway. “I-I didn’t plan it, and there wasn’t much I could do.”

He watched her for some time without saying a word.

Just as Sophia thought the conversation was over, his deep voice came again, “Do you want revenge?”

“What?” Sophia blinked, clearly taken aback.

“I asked if you want revenge on him. Marcus.” He repeated this time, his voice slow and deliberate. His eyes were still on her gauging her reaction.

Revenge? Sophia’s mind raced. The question hung in the air as Sophia has never thought of revenge even after everything she went through in the Hawthorne family.

Was it wrong to make them pay for what they made her go through? Even for a fraction of it?

She remembered Lila’s call that night and gritted her teeth tightly, anger overwhelming her emotions.

She remembered how Marcus treated their marriage like a temporary convenience, the way his family mistreated her, and the way he arrogantly signed the divorce papers with no emotions, dismissing her just as his family always did.

Maybe it was time for him to understand what he had truly lost and for his family to respect her.

She swallowed hard before composing herself. “I’ll think about it.” She murmured, not sure if she wanted to admit that part of herself yet.

Alexander didn’t press further but she saw a glimmer in his eyes. He had already planted the seed; whether it grows is up to her.

****

Sophia had a peaceful night in ages and she woke up the next morning refreshed.

She went to visit her mother. She hadn’t seen her since the surgery and felt guilty for not being with her as she was one of the few people who mattered to her.

Alexander had settled for the surgery and taken care of everything, giving Sophia relief but she dared not tell her mother the truth about her marriage. At least not for now.

She got to the hospital and found her mother sleeping peacefully, her face pale but serene. Ethan was sitting in a chair beside her bed with a tired but relieved expression.

“Hey, soph.” He greeted her with a warm smile. “The surgery was successful, Mom is doing better now.”

“I’m so glad Ethan. I was so worried.” She said as she leaned in to kiss her mother’s forehead.

As they spoke in soft tones, trying not to disturb their mother, the door to the room creaked open.

Evelyn and Lauren Hawthorne, her ex-mother-in-law and sister-in-law, entered the room, their faces twisted in disdain.

They had been told Sophia would be there, but they came nonetheless, pretending it was to check on her mother’s recovery.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” Lauren remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Sophia.”

Sophia glared at them, but she stayed calm. “Of Course, I’m here for my mother,” she said evenly. “Isn’t that obvious?”

Evelyn’s cold eyes flicked over Sophia, her lips curling into a sneer.

“I heard your mother had her surgery done yesterday, did Marcus pay for it after that little stunt you pulled?”

Sophia’s heart pounded and she felt the emotions she thought were gone resurfaced.

But still, she stood her ground, “Marcus and I are already divorced, Evelyn. We are finished and that goes for you two.”

Both women were surprised; they got a divorce?

Sophia observed them and knew that Marcus didn’t take their marriage important anyway so even the divorce wasn’t a big deal to him. That’s why he hadn’t informed his family.

Lauren came to her senses and scoffed. “So you divorced my brother so that you can get the alimony money for your mother’s damn surgery?”

“How can you stoop so low Sophia? You divorced Marcus just for that little money?” Evelyn couldn’t believe it and her disdain for Sophia was obvious.

Sophia felt her head spin at their accusations. “And who told you my mother’s surgery has anything to do with Marcus? I didn’t even want a penny from him or your family.”

Lauren mocked, “So where did you get the money from? Don’t tell me you got another man to leech off so soon. Or did you go sleeping with random men to raise the money, Sophia?”

Ethan couldn’t stand them slandering

his sister, he stood up with anger etched on his small face. “That’s enough. You have no right to slander my sister.”

Sophia stood up, placing her hand on her brother’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about them, Ethan. Nothing they say matters to me anymore.”

Then she turned to the two women, her voice cold and resolute. “I’m no longer under your control anymore and where I got the money is none of your business. Now leave before I call the security. You’re disturbing the patient.”

Evelyn was about to retort when Ethan stopped her, “You heard my sister, leave now.”

Evelyn stormed out with Lauren in tow both fuming with range. She called her son on the way out.

“Marcus, where are you? Can you come to the family house, we need to talk.”

Back in the hospital room, Ethan looked at Sophia, “Are you okay Soph? I don’t know how you’ve been dealing with them. They’re so awful.”

Sophia let out a bitter laugh, “I thought I could fight for that marriage but I got fed up with everything. I’m done letting them control me.”

“Wait, were you serious when you told them you divorced Marcus?” Ethan asked with curiosity.

“Of course I was. We are already divorced and I’m free from the Hawthornes now.”

“Yeah! That’s good news. I have been waiting for this for a long time.” Ethan jumped happily startling their mother. She wasn’t asleep and overheard everything.

She just stared at Sophia without saying a word.

Sophia felt her mother’s stare and felt uncomfortable. She didn’t want her to find out just yet. She wanted to say something but her mother talked first.

“My dear, it must have been hard for you in the Hawthorne family.”

“Mom,” Sophia just called her mom but no word came out of her mouth. Her mouth trembled and tears threatened to fall.

Her mom sympathized with her, “I heard everything. I didn’t know you were going through a lot. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you mom.” She said, barely controlling her tears.

Catherine sat up slowly extending her hand to her. She hugged her and Sophia couldn’t control her tears anymore as she cried out as if venting all the hurt she had been carrying.

After some time, Ethan broke the silence, “We should be celebrating; you can’t cry for that scumbag, sis. He isn’t worth it.”

“Can you stop it, Ethan? Your sister needs your support right now.” Their Mother reprimanded him.

Sophia wiped her tears amused by her brother’s words. “It’s okay mom, Ethan is right. Marcus doesn’t deserve a single drop of tear from me. This is the last time I’ll cry for my failed marriage. I have my future to build now.”

As she said that, her thoughts drifted back to her new home, Valmere and Alexander. The man was a mystery and distant yet Sophia felt a force pulling her towards him.

Sophia stood at her mother’s hospital room door, taking a last look at her resting figure.

Ethan had left a few minutes ago, promising to check in later, but she lingered a moment longer, watching her mother’s chest rise and fall with every breath.

Relief washed over her, knowing the worst of the surgery was behind them.

“Goodbye, Mom,” she whispered, as though the words could reach her. She glanced back one last time and then quietly stepped out, her heart still heavy from the news she hadn’t shared yet.

The divorce was a chapter she’d managed to keep quiet, not out of shame, but out of the desire to protect her mother from more worry than she could bear.

Sophia had lost so much, but now, in her mother’s recovery, she felt a small piece of herself begin to mend.

Outside the hospital, the air was warm with a gentle breeze, and for the first time in a while, she felt like she could breathe.

As she walked down the busy street, her mind wandered to Alexander.

Their arrangement was still strange and full of unanswered questions, but he had, without hesitation, paid for her mother’s surgery.

A small smile tugged at her lips; perhaps there was more kindness in him than she’d given him credit for.

That was why she found herself wandering into the supermarket instead of returning to Valmere.

She knew Alexander often ordered food or had his meals prepared, but tonight, she wanted to make him something special.

A homemade dish to show her gratitude. She scanned the shelves with a renewed sense of purpose, pulling ingredients into her basket: beef, carrots, onions, garlic, and a good bottle of red wine.

Beef Bourguignon. She hadn’t made it in ages, but it felt like the right choice.

As she turned a corner, her heart pounded fast when she saw the people not too far away.

Marcus was there, just a few feet away, his arm casually slung around Lila, the woman who had shattered Sophia’s life.

They hadn’t noticed her yet, but Sophia’s pulse quickened, the familiar ache of betrayal throbbing in her chest.

She could feel the world around her shrink until it was just the three of them in this narrow aisle.

“Sophia?” Marcus’s voice broke through her thoughts, surprise and discomfort mixing in his tone.

Lila’s gaze followed his, landing on Sophia with a smirk that was both triumphant and mocking.

It was as if she relished this moment, the confrontation that Sophia had been dreading.

“Marcus,” Sophia said, keeping her voice steady, though every part of her wanted to turn and walk away.

“Wow, what are the odds?” Lila’s voice dripped with insincerity, her smile too bright, too rehearsed. “It’s been a while.”

Sophia kept her focus on Marcus, refusing to give Lila the satisfaction of a reaction. “I see you two are still… together,” she said, a slight edge to her words.

Marcus shifted uncomfortably, but Lila only tightened her grip on his arm, her eyes dancing with smug satisfaction.

“Yes, well, some things are just meant to be, you know?” Lila said, her tone sweet but full of venom. “I guess you’re moving on too, though? Or are you still… figuring things out?”

Sophia felt her cheeks flush, anger simmering beneath her skin. She’d spent the last two days in silence, swallowing the hurt, the betrayal, and the disbelief, all while trying to piece her life back together.

But now, face to face with the people who had torn her apart, she found her voice.

“Actually, I have moved on,” she said, her tone even, though her hands gripped the grocery basket tightly.

“It took a while, but I realized that I deserved someone who respects me, who values me.” She took a small step closer, her gaze fixed on Lila, not as an act of intimidation, but as a reminder of the strength she had found in herself.

“So thank you, both of you, for showing me what I didn’t want in my life. It made finding real happiness so much easier.”

Marcus shifted, an awkward flush creeping into his face, but Lila simply rolled her eyes, her smug expression faltering slightly.

“Oh, please,” she sneered, though her voice had lost some of its edge. “Happiness? Do you mean finding another man? Living off of someone else’s charity? That’s all you ever really wanted, wasn’t it? And can you find a better man than Marcus?” Lila challenged hooking her hand with Marcus.

Sophia felt the words sting, a reminder of the years she had poured into Marcus, supporting him, building a life with him that he had so easily discarded.

But she didn’t waver. Instead, she straightened, meeting Lila’s gaze with a calm she hadn’t known she possessed.

“You don’t know anything about me, Lila,” she said quietly.

“And I don’t expect you ever will. But let me be clear: I may have stumbled, I may have fallen, but I am not broken. And I don’t need to lower myself to anyone’s level just to feel good about my life.”

Lila didn’t believe her; she smiled mockingly, “What so good about you, Sophia? I want to see how you will survive without Marcus’ financial help. Or will you come back begging him to take you back?”

Sophia laughed, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes, “I would do anything for myself but begging him? Is he worth it?”

Marcus’ face darkened, and with his clenching teeth, he questioned her. “How long do you intend to keep this attitude of yours Sophia? It might be too late when you realize it!”

He remembered she didn’t pick up his call and didn’t reply to his text either.

Sophia retorted coldly, “Too late? For me or you Marcus?”

Before he could respond, Lila, who was enjoying the show, sneered at her.

“How can you survive alone Sophia? You have no job and probably no savings and your mother is waiting for her surgery.”

Sophia took a step toward Lila with a mocking smile on her face, “At least I’m not a home wrecker like some people.”

For a moment, the silence stretched between them, taut and charged, until finally, Lila looked away, a flicker of discomfort crossing her face.

Without another word, Sophia turned, walking away with her head held high, feeling the weight of their judgment slide off her shoulders.

Marcus watched her retreating figure clenching his fists. For a moment, he had forgotten Lila, who was beside him, boiling in rage.

He turned to her, his face softening, “Forget about her; she will come begging soon.”

As Sophia stepped out of the store with her groceries, a sense of peace settled over her. She wasn’t just surviving anymore; she was reclaiming her life, one step at a time.

By the time she reached Valmere, the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the sprawling grounds.

She entered the grand kitchen, feeling the quiet power of the space, the stainless steel counters, and the polished appliances.

She took a deep breath, pushing aside the remnants of her encounter with Marcus and Lila. Tonight, she was focusing on something else that brought her peace.

As the Beef Bourguignon simmered on the stove, the familiar aroma filled the kitchen, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace.

She moved around with ease, letting herself get lost in the rhythm of chopping, stirring, and seasoning.

For the first time in days, she felt grounded.

The soft sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts, and she turned to find Alexander standing in the doorway, his expression one of surprise and curiosity.

He was dressed casually, his usual suit traded for jeans and a simple shirt that somehow made him look even more disarming.

“What’s all this?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Sophia felt a flush of self-consciousness but smiled back. “Dinner. I thought I’d make something to thank you for everything you’ve done.”

He stepped closer, his gaze drifting to the pot on the stove. “Beef Bourguignon?” he asked, sounding impressed. “It smells incredible. I haven’t had that in years.”

Sophia’s smile softened. “It’s an old family recipe. My mom used to make it for us on special occasions. I thought… well, maybe I could make it to celebrate her successful surgery and thank you for your help.”

They moved to the dining room, the elegant table already set, and she served the meal.

The silence was comfortable, punctuated only by the quiet clink of silverware.

Alexander took his first bite, his expression changing as he tasted the rich flavors. He paused, setting his fork down, and for a moment, he looked almost vulnerable.

“This… this tastes like something my mother used to make,” he said, his voice softer, almost distant.

“She passed away when I was seventeen. She used to make Beef Bourguignon for me when I was a kid. I haven’t tasted anything like it since.”

Sophia’s heart softened at the quiet confession, the layers of Alexander’s guarded persona momentarily peeling back to reveal something raw and real.

She hadn’t known that about him, hadn’t known there was so much he kept hidden behind his cool, detached demeanor.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmured, her voice gentle. “Losing a parent… that’s a pain you never really shake.”

Alexander nodded, his gaze fixed on his plate. “It changes you. It hardens you, in ways you don’t realize until it’s too late.”

They fell into a comfortable silence after that, each lost in their own memories, their own thoughts.

The meal went on as Alexander was enjoying his meal and Sophia didn’t know what to say. She ate quietly too, watching him from the side.

When they were done, Alexander stood up glancing at her, his usual guarded expression softened. “Thank you for the dinner.”

She looked up, surprised, “It’s nothing.”

She watched as he turned around heading to his study.

A soft smile formed on her lips as she cleaned the table.

Back at the Hawthorne estate, Marcus pulled up to the family mansion, an imposing structure with high stone walls and ivy snaking along its aging facade.

Though grand, its muted elegance couldn’t rival the timeless opulence of Alexander’s Valmere. It was a place rooted in tradition, every corner laden with Hawthorne pride and a rigid sense of family duty.

The mansion seemed to embody his family’s expectations for him.

He hadn’t answered his mother’s summons earlier because he was with Lila, but he knew he couldn’t put off facing her wrath forever.

As he looked at the dimly lit windows, a sense of resignation settled over him. He’d been through countless confrontations with her before, each one just as biting, if not more so.

With a deep breath, Marcus pushed through the heavy oak doors, greeted immediately by the smell of roast beef and lavender.

It was his mother’s preferred way of masking the stale air in the mansion.

The combination was oddly jarring as if she wanted to impose an artificial warmth onto a house that held none.

It seemed dinner had already been served; muffled voices drifted from the dining room.

When Marcus walked in, his mother, Evelyn, was seated at the head of the table, her eyes sparking with a restrained fury.

Across from her sat his sister Lauren, wearing a smirk that radiated her enjoyment of the unfolding drama.

“Well, it’s nice of you to finally join us,” Evelyn remarked, her voice cold and clipped.

She placed her fork down with a deliberate precision that only heightened the tension.

“I summoned you early in the day, Marcus. Yet here you are, finally gracing us with your presence. Care to explain?”

Dropping his keys on the entryway table, Marcus tried to sound nonchalant. “I was busy, Mom.”

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed her gaze like a scalpel.

“Busy? I suppose with women, right?” she questioned, her tone biting and merciless.

Before Marcus could answer, Lauren chimed in, her voice dripping with mockery. “At least he got rid of that pathetic woman, Sophia? Is it true that you’ve divorced her, Marcus?” She raised an eyebrow, her gaze challenging him.

Marcus wanted to avoid the topic, but he knew it would only fester if he didn’t confront it now.

Lowering himself into a chair, he sighed. “Yes. We signed the papers.”

The room fell silent, but only for a heartbeat. Evelyn scoffed, crossing her arms in a gesture of personal betrayal. “That girl threw a tantrum, didn’t she? What did she think? That we’d be weak enough to crumble under her little show of defiance?”

Marcus forced a smile, trying to deflect their derision. “Sophia has her issues. She even had something on me, something she could use to manipulate me, make it public if I didn’t give in.”

At this, Evelyn laughed, a bitter, mirthless sound. “So, she tried to blackmail you. Just as I suspected. You should never have married her in the first place.”

“How much did she get from her blackmail? Maybe she was just greedy for the money.” Evelyn asked, barely hiding her disdain.

“Nothing, I made it clear she wouldn’t get a cent from me,” Marcus replied nonchalantly as if he was the one in control.

Lauren’s smirk deepened, a sneer tugging at her lips. “She thought she could control you? How pathetic.”

A flicker of pride rose in Marcus, though he kept his voice casual. “Sophia will come back. She needs me more than she wants to admit.” He leaned back, his confidence underpinned by the notion that Sophia’s independence was a facade.

Lauren scoffed, an eyebrow raised mockingly. “Oh, did you miss her last words, then? She told us we’re worse than strangers to her now. And she said she’s done with all of us, including you.”

For a brief moment, Marcus felt a strange pang. But he pushed it aside. “Have you forgotten her mother’s surgery?” he replied coolly. “Catherine needs money, and it’s only a matter of time before Sophia realizes she has no one else to turn to.”

Evelyn exchanged a knowing glance with Lauren, and Lauren’s gaze softened with a hint of pity. “You don’t know, do you?” she asked.

A frown creased Marcus’s brow. “Know what? Did something happen to her mother?”

Evelyn shook her head, placing her knife down with a measured calm. “You’re wrong, Marcus.” Her voice was soft but carried a razor’s edge. “Sophia’s mother already had the surgery.”

The words echoed in Marcus’s mind, sinking slowly, painfully, like a stone in water. “What?” he managed, barely above a whisper. “How?”

“Catherine’s medical bills have been taken care of,” Evelyn continued, her tone colder than before.

He looked at his mother, confusion, and disbelief etched across his face. “How could that be possible? Sophia doesn’t have that kind of money. She’s struggling.”

The three of them sat in silence, grappling with the implications.

Lauren was the first to break it, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “Maybe she got desperate,” she said snidely. “Slept with some random men just to get the money?”

Marcus’s face darkened, his anger flaring. “No,” he said sharply, his jaw clenching. “I know her too well. Even if she was desperate, she wouldn’t stoop to that.”

A voice called from the hallway, old yet unwavering. “Marcus. Come to my study.”

That familiar voice sent a chill down his spine. It was his grandfather, Raphael Hawthorne, the family’s shadowy patriarch, a man whose presence loomed large and foreboding.

Raphael seldom made appearances unless they were absolutely necessary.

His summons carried a gravity that Marcus couldn’t ignore.

With a nod to his mother and sister, Marcus left the dining room and made his way toward the study, his steps heavy.

The closer he came, the more memories of childhood lectures and reprimands flooded back to him, each one punctuated by Raphael’s cold, calculating gaze.

The study was dimly lit, its walls lined with towering bookshelves filled with leather-bound tomes and family heirlooms.

Raphael sat behind his grand desk, his steely gaze fixed on Marcus as he entered. Though age had turned his hair silver, his eyes retained the same piercing intensity they’d had when Marcus was a boy.

“Sit down, Marcus,” Raphael commanded in a low rumble voice that brooked no argument.

Marcus obeyed, feeling a familiar sense of trepidation as he lowered himself into the leather chair.

Silence enveloped them, thick and suffocating.

“I heard about your divorce from Sophia,” Raphael began, his tone icy. “Do you have any idea how disappointed I am?”

Marcus looked down, the weight of shame pressing on him. “Grandfather, I”

“Save your excuses,” Raphael cut him off, leaning forward. “You had one job, Marcus: to secure our family line. Sophia was the woman I chose for you, and you failed.”

Marcus hesitated, trying to find the words. “Grandfather, it was complicated. She isn’t the woman I thought she was.”

Raphael’s gaze was unforgiving. “Do you think I don’t know what kind of woman she is? I had reasons for wanting her in this family, reasons beyond what you can comprehend. Sophia was never just any woman, Marcus. She would have been an asset to this family, for our future.”

A chill ran through Marcus. He had always known his grandfather was a calculating man, but hearing him speak of Sophia in such terms made him realize that his marriage had been more than a union of convenience. It had been a chess piece in a game he couldn’t see, much less understand.

Regret and anger tangled within him, but he kept his voice steady.

“What could she possibly offer us that’s worth this much trouble?”

Raphael’s face hardened into a mask of unreadable emotion. “You’re not meant to understand,” he replied curtly. “Just know that Sophia’s place in this family was deliberate. And now, you’ve jeopardized everything with your selfishness.”

Marcus’s fists clenched at his sides, shame and resentment burning in his veins. He wanted to argue, to protest, but he felt like a child, chastised and powerless under Raphael’s gaze.

“You will fix this,” Raphael said, his tone as cold as steel. “Find a way to get Sophia back. Do whatever it takes.”

A mixture of defiance and fear simmered within Marcus. He had always been his grandfather’s puppet, forced to dance to his whims, but this command stung deeper than the others.

Yet a part of him couldn’t deny the thought of having Sophia back, reclaiming her as something that belonged to him.

“Yes, Grandpa,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I’ll bring her back.”

“Good,” Raphael replied, a faint flicker of approval crossing his face. “Do not fail me again, Marcus. My patience is wearing thin.”

Dismissed, Marcus left the study, the weight of Raphael’s words pressing down on him like a suffocating shroud.

He made his way out of the house and into the cool night air, taking a deep, steadying breath as he grappled with his swirling emotions.

With a grim resolve, he took out his phone and dialed Sophia’s number, listening as it rang. For the first time, he felt the sting of regret.

He had pushed away the one person who had shown him genuine warmth, and now, she was slipping beyond his reach.

As he waited for her to answer, he made a silent vow to himself. He would win her back, not just for his family, but for himself.

****

Meanwhile, in Valmere, Sophia wrapped a towel around herself, stepping out of the steaming shower into the soft light of her new bathroom.

The room was pristine and modern, with sleek marble surfaces that caught the moonlight pouring in through the frosted window.

Valmere was quiet, almost dreamlike, a complete contrast to the tense, grandiosity of the Hawthorne estate. She’d been here just a few days, yet she was already finding a semblance of peace.

After drying her hair, she slipped on her favorite robe, soft and warm against her skin, and then walked barefoot through the spacious halls to her bedroom.

The place had a serene quality that felt like a balm on old wounds, and she welcomed the silence.

Alexander was still an enigma to her, a cold man of few words who kept his distance. But for now, that suited her. Her mind was far too tangled with the past to delve into new mysteries.

As she sat on the bed, folding her legs beneath her, her phone buzzed from the nightstand.

Sophia picked it up, her heart stopping when she saw the name flashing on the screen: Marcus.

She froze, staring at the screen. It was as if he’d reached through time, dragging her back to everything she wanted to leave behind.

She had been ignoring his calls. Her thumb hovered over the decline button again, the temptation strong to silence him forever.

But curiosity and a flicker of something deeper held her back this time. Why was he calling her now? What could he possibly have to say?

With a sharp inhale, she answered, keeping her voice cool. “What do you want?”

There was a pause on the other end, a sound like someone struggling to find the right words. “Sophia,” he finally said, his voice subdued, “I I want to apologize. For everything.”

The words hit her harder than she’d expected, stirring a tangled mess of emotions she thought she’d buried.

Anger flared up first, then a bitter sense of betrayal. She had waited years to hear something like that, a flicker of remorse, a sliver of acknowledgment for what she’d endured.

And now, when she had finally given up, he offered it to her like a hollow gift.

“Apologize?” She bit back a scoff, clutching the phone tighter as she steadied herself. “You think I need your apology now, Marcus?”

There was a hint of desperation in his tone, and she almost felt pity. Almost. “Please, Sophia. Can we just talk? I want to see you. Just once.”

Sophia let the silence settle between them, weighing his words carefully. But the memory of Lila’s smug smile, the way Marcus had discarded her, flooded back in a painful rush. She couldn’t trust his apology any more than she could trust him.

“Go see Lila,” she said icily, her voice unwavering. She didn’t give him a chance to respond, ending the call with a quick tap.

A wave of relief washed over her as she turned her phone off, refusing to give him any more power to disrupt her peace.

That night, she lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as moonlight filtered through the curtains. The thought of Marcus’s pitiful voice lingered, but she shook it off.

This was her new life, she reminded herself, a life free from his manipulation and his family’s cruelty. She wasn’t going to let him ruin it.

The next morning, as she finished her breakfast, her phone rang again, but this time the name on the screen brought a smile to her face.

It was her best friend Amelia.

“Sophia! It’s been ages!” Amelia’s voice was warm, bubbling with excitement. “I miss you. Coffee? Dawn Coffee House?”

Sophia laughed, grateful for the chance to catch up. “Of course. I’ll be there in an hour.”

The Dawn Coffee House was nestled on a quiet street, a little gem with mismatched chairs and soft, pastel decor.

Amelia was already seated when she arrived, her bright smile widening as she waved Sophia over.

“Oh, finally! I was starting to think you’d run off to some secret island,” Amelia teased, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief as she hugged her.

Sophia laughed, a real, full laugh that felt like a release. “Trust me, it feels like I have.”

They settled into their seats, ordering coffee and pastries.

Amelia leaned back, studying Sophia with a look that was both appraising and delighted.

“So,” she began, crossing her arms with a sly grin. “Are you going to tell me what’s been happening? I’ve heard things.”

Sophia raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. “Oh? What kind of things?”

“Let’s see first, there’s the divorce from Marcus. Which, honestly? Good riddance to bad rubbish,” Amelia said, her tone filled with such animated disdain that Sophia had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.

Sophia’s smile softened, glancing down at her coffee. “It wasn’t easy, you know? Walking away it’s not as simple as just signing papers and moving on.”

Amelia reached across the table, squeezing her hand. “I get it. But look at you now. I can tell you’re lighter, freer. Marcus was such a scumbag. He was a storm cloud over you, Sophia.”

Sophia nodded, feeling a swell of gratitude for her friend’s understanding. “I know. I just I finally realized I couldn’t keep fighting for someone who didn’t want to fight for me. He never saw me, Amelia. Not really.”

Amelia’s face softened with empathy. “And I’m glad you saw yourself, even if it took time. And now” She leaned forward, lowering her voice as if sharing a delicious secret. “Now, tell me where have you been? I went to your apartment, and you weren’t there or in the hospital. I visited your mom, so don’t lie to me. Is there someone new?”

Sophia felt a blush creeping into her cheeks, caught between annoyance and amusement at Amelia’s nosiness. “You don’t miss a thing, do you?”

“Of course not!” Amelia shot back, winking. “So, are you going to tell me who this mysterious someone is, or do I have to keep hounding you?”

Sophia shrugged, her expression carefully unreadable. “Let’s just say he’s different. Very different.”

“Oh, come on, Soph! That’s all I get?” Amelia pouted, though her eyes were dancing with excitement.

“Be patient,” Sophia replied, laughing. “Not that I don’t want to tell you, I don’t know him either. I only know his name.”

“What? You don’t know him?” Amelia almost screamed.

That same evening, Catherine was grocery shopping. As she left the supermarket, she accidentally bumped into someone. She had many shopping bags and some were now on the floor.

Oh, I’m sorry. She said, struggling to pick up the scattered items.

It’s okay, I’ll help you. A young man interrupted her and quickly gathered the shopping bags, picking up all the items.

Catherine was touched. She had been in a hurry and hadn’t seen the man, making her the one at fault. Yet, instead of getting upset, he graciously volunteered to help.

Thank you so much, young man. That’s very kind of you. She thanked him sincerely.

No problem at all. You can call me Larry. The man replied respectfully.

Oh, thank you, Larry, you must’ve been raised well.

Do you need a ride? I see you’ve shopped quite a lot. Larry offered.

Oh, no need. My car is nearby. I was feeling bored at home so I stepped out today.

Ever since the kidnapping incident, both she and Ethan had always been cautious moving around. Ethan had to stop his part-time job, and Alexander had his men follow him discreetly in school.

As for Catherine, she had someone watching her but she didn’t like the idea of having people following her around. That’s why she rarely left their villa unless necessary.

Today, she had a driver who drove her here, only that he had parked at the corner of the mall.

Larry nodded in understanding, I see. Let me help you with your bags, it’ll be tough getting to your car with all this.” He offered, taking all the luggage before Catherine could respond.

Thank you again, Larry. You’re such a responsible man. She appreciated his help.

She couldn’t help but wonder, where were men like this when her daughter ended up with someone like Marcus? But she thanked God Sophia had Alexander now, a man who loved and cherished her.

Next time, don’t go shopping alone. It’s tiresome for you. Larry commented as they walked together.

I like doing things myself, it’s not good to always be a burden, Catherine replied warmly.

If my mom was still alive, I would accompany her. I wouldn’t watch her do all this by herself. Larry said, looking dejected.

“I’m sorry, Larry. From heaven, your mom must be proud of the man you’ve become.” Catherine comforted him.

We grew up on many hardships; I wish she was here now that I have made it; I would spoil her. Do you have children? He asked.

Yes, I have a daughter and a son. My daughter Sophia is busy with work while my son is in university. They like spoiling me too but we parents need our time too. she said proudly.

You must be very happy with them. How are they doing? He asked casually.

Catherine continued talking about her children and Larry listened keenly without giving away too much about himself.

By the time they reached where her ride was parked, Larry had made quite the impression. You’re such a gentleman, Catherine said, smiling warmly. Thank you again for your help.

My pleasure, Larry replied, tipping his head slightly.

Here is my business card; you can call me if you need anything. he offered, giving her his business card.

Catherine hesitated, but seeing the loneliness in Larry’s eyes, she decided to accept. He had grown up without a mother’s love, she didn’t want to dismiss him so coldly.

Okay, I’ll take it. Thank you again.

“I hope we cross paths again.” He said waving.

Catherine waved as her car drove off, completely unaware of the true thoughts of the man she had just met.

Larry watched her car disappear into the distance, satisfied with the encounter. He knew that ingratiating himself with Sophia’s family was another step toward his ultimate goal.

Sophia was starting to guard herself and it was clear she wanted to keep a distance.

Sophia, don’t blame me for not playing nice.

***

Alexander was in his study when he got a call from one of his men and his expression darkened.

Increase security on both of them but keep it discreet. He must not suspect we’re watching.” He gave the order.

He didn’t expect Larry to be this audacious. But he had underestimated his enemy.

Nonetheless, he wasn’t planning on exposing him. He, too, had his agenda with Larry.

For now, Alexander was pretending that he was none the wiser. He let Larry think he was getting closer, all the while using him to lead him directly to Gerald, the real mastermind behind Larry’s sudden appearance in their lives.

***

After watching Catherine’s car disappear, Larry headed to a nearby high-end bar.

He was leisurely sipping on a glass of wine when someone interrupted his thoughts.

Mind if I join you?

Larry looked up, surprised to see the person.

Miss Jason, he greeted her with a nod, trying to hide his wariness.

I’ll take that as a yes, Jessica said, not waiting for an answer before she slid into the seat across from him.

“Of course,” Larry replied, keeping his tone neutral. He didn’t trust her, but he couldn’t make it that obvious.

Jessica was the last person he expected to see and certainly had no interest in, given her reputation for manipulation and backdoor schemes.

But to Jessica, she had always been the observant type, someone who could spot even the subtlest changes in a person.

Over the last few weeks, she had been searching for ways to win Alexander’s favor. That’s when Larry came into the picture.

At first, he appeared to be just another friendly acquaintance of Sophia’s, stopping by the Allure Fashion offices occasionally, perhaps checking in on her progress. But Jessica had noticed something in Larry’s eyes, a certain warmth whenever he spoke to Sophia, and it made her curious.

As someone who harbored her own ambitions and interest in Alexander, she saw an opportunity to exploit.

She had followed Larry and spotted him sitting alone in a corner. Without hesitation, she made her way over to him with a glass of red wine, wearing her most charming smile.

Jessica leaned back, crossing her legs and sipping her wine. She watched him for a moment before speaking, her voice low and smooth. “You know, I’ve noticed something interesting lately.”

Larry raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for her to continue.

“I’ve noticed the way you look at Sophia,” she said, her tone calculated. “You like her, don’t you?”

Larry tensed, but only for a fraction of a second. He quickly masked his reaction with a casual shrug. “We’re just friends. I’m helping her out with some business things.”

Jessica smirked. “Come on, Larry. I’m not blind. I can see it, and trust me, I understand how you feel.”

Larry wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but he was intrigued enough to keep listening. “What exactly do you mean by that?”

Jessica leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I want to make you a proposition. You and I can work together to get what we both want.”

“And what exactly do you think I want?”

“Sophia,” Jessica said bluntly. “You want her. And I want Alexander.”

Larry’s face remained impassive, but inside, alarm bells were ringing. He hadn’t expected Jessica to be so direct, and he certainly hadn’t anticipated her noticing his feelings for Sophia.

Still, he couldn’t let her know how much her words had shaken him.

“I see,” Larry said carefully. “And how do you propose we do that?”

Jessica’s smirk widened. “Simple. We work together to create a rift between Sophia and Alexander. I know Alexander well enough to know what buttons to push, and I’m sure you can do the same with Sophia. Once they’re apart, you get Sophia, and I get Alexander.

Larry looked at her for a moment, considering the offer.

He had to play along, though the thought of hurting Sophia made him sick.

Let me think about it, he said after a pause. But I’m not making any promises. I don’t want to hurt Sophia.

Jessica let out a cold laugh. You’re sweet, Larry. But don’t worry, this won’t hurt her. Just think about it and let me know. I’ll be waiting for your call.

With that, she stood up, smoothing her dress and giving him one last look before sauntering out of the bar, her heels clicking against the polished floor.

Larry watched her go, his mind racing. He needed to figure out a way to navigate this without blowing his cover and, more importantly, without letting Sophia get caught in the crossfire.

***

Over the next few days, Sophia didnt hear from Larry.

But she didn’t have time to dwell on it as she was busy with work. She preferred it that way anyway

She and her team were almost done with their draft, just a few more touches and it would be ready to go.

That evening, she noticed Joyce acting strangely.

Are you okay? If you’re not feeling well, take a break. We’re nearly done. she suggested.

Joyce panicked and waved it off. No, I’m good, Miss Blackwell. I’m just nervous about the competition.

Well, we’re all nervous but what can we do? If we panic, we might lose focus. another team member chimed in.

How about we stop here? We have three more days. We can relax tomorrow and finish the day after. That way you all don’t feel so overwhelmed. Sophia proposed.

That’s a good plan. We can relax tomorrow and kick-start again with new energy. Emily clapped cheerfully.

The rest were happy, too, but Sophia couldn’t help but notice that Joyce was hiding something. She kept looking at the final drafts on the computer even as others were busy tidying up.

Do you have more suggestions on our designs, Joyce? She asked.

What? NoI I was just admiring our work. Joyce was startled and stammered.

Sophia brushed it off and they all went to their desks. She headed to the tea room for a quick coffee break.

Her phone buzzed from the coffee table. Checking it, she was surprised to see a text from Larry.

He was nearby and wanted to pick up his suit. Sophia had just remembered his suit had been delivered yesterday, so he could pick it up now.

She had planned to text him after their presentation, but since he was nearby, he could pick it up now.

She texted back, confirming it was ready.

Larry arrived in under five minutes. As Sophia handed him the suit, admiration showed in his eyes.

The craftsmanship spoke for itself; Sophias talent was undeniable.

The design was exceptional, perfectly tailored to his figure.

She was happy that he liked it, and he suggested buying her some coffee to thank her.

She had no reason to decline; after all, he was a client.

You cant turn me down this time. Your design is incredible! Let me treat you to coffee as a thank you.” He added, afraid she might decline again.

Okay, I’ll take you up on that. Thanks. She said, deciding to use the opportunity to unwind.

They both went to their usual coffee shop and Larry was thrilled.

How’s your company? Sophia asked as they sat down.

It’s getting stable. More logistics and paperwork, and I’ll be on the good standing ground in Eldridge, he replied happily as if he was excited about the prospects.

Congratulations! It’s not easy, but with your hard work, you will achieve more than you can imagine. Sophia said warmly.

Larry nodded, Yes, luckily, I have you to guide me when necessary.

Anyway, enough about me; how is your internal selection going? He added.

Were almost there, she said, sipping her latte. Three more days before we present to the committee. I think we’ve done some amazing work.

As she spoke about the final preparations, her eyes lit up with excitement.

Larry smiled, nodding along, though his thoughts were elsewhere. He had been replaying Jessicas offer in his head over the last few days, trying to figure out his next move.

He didnt want to involve Sophia in any of this, but he couldnt ignore the fact that Jessica’s offer was so tempting.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed on the table. He glanced down at the screen and his face panicked a little.

It was a number that made his blood run cold. Excuse me for a moment. He said quickly, standing up and heading outside to take the call.

Once he was out of Sophias sight, he answered the phone. Hello. He said, with his voice tight with tension.

The boss says youre too slow with your mission. He wants to know why theres been no progress. The voice on the other end growled.

Im working on it, Larry replied, keeping his voice low. Tell him he doesnt have to worry.

You know he doesnt like excuses, the voice warned before adding.

And hes given you another warning; dont let your feelings for that woman get in the way. He knows youve developed a soft spot for her, and hes not happy about it.

Larry’s pulse spiked. How had the boss found out?

He had been so careful to keep his emotions in check, but it seemed nothing escaped the bosss attention.

He also remembered Jessica’s words. Had he been that obvious?

I dont know what youre talking about. He denied it, though he knew it was pointless.

The voice on the other end chuckled lightly. Dont bother denying. The boss knows everything. Just remember your mission comes first. Dont let anything, or anyone, compromise it.

Before Larry could respond, the line went dead.

He stood there for a moment, staring at his phone, his mind racing. How had things spiraled out of control so quickly? And now, with Jessica watching, he felt like he was being pulled in too many directions at once.

Taking a deep breath, Larry composed himself and headed back inside.

Sophia looked up as he returned to the table, concern etched on her face. Is everything okay? You looked tense when you took that call, she asked, her brow furrowed.

Larry forced a smile, but the tension in his eyes betrayed him. Just some issues with my business, nothing to worry about. But I have to cut our coffee short. I need to deal with it. He answered casually.

Sophia nodded, though she could feel he was hiding something. I understand. Well catch up later.

Thanks, Sophia. Im sorry to bail on you like this.

Its fine, really. Go take care of it. Sophia reassured him, her warm smile easing some of his tension.

Larry nodded, grateful for her understanding.

But as he left the cafe, his mind was far from calm. He had to figure out how to juggle everything without letting his feelings cloud his judgment. He had to act now.

He texted Jessica, then headed to a discreet upscale cafe, perfect for a secret meeting.

Jessica walked in a few minutes later, spotting him immediately, and slid into the booth across from him.

I didn’t expect you to look for me soon, she said with a smirk.

Larry leaned back, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. Ive thought it through. Im in.

Jessica raised an eyebrow, intrigued. So, whats the plan?

Larry glanced around briefly to make sure no one was watching before he leaned forward, lowering his voice.

Ive been close enough to Sophia to know what’s going on in Allure Fashion.

What about it? Jessica asked, leaning closer.

Theres an international competition in three months, and the selection for whos going to represent Allure happens in the next two days. Sophia is almost guaranteed to win.

Jessica narrowed her eyes. Are you sure about it?

Ive been keeping tabs on the company. From what I’ve gathered, she’s the frontrunner. The panel loves her leadership, and her team is strong. If she’s chosen she’ll represent Allure on a global stage.

Jessica smirked. That’s exactly when we strike.

Larry nodded. Exactly. If we sabotage her during the competition, Allures reputation will take a serious hit. And who will Alexander blame for that? Hell see her as incompetent, and itll drive a wedge between them.

Jessica leaned back, deep in thought. Sabotaging her sounds easy, but how do we make sure it doesnt lead back to us?

Larry paused for a moment, thinking, then said. Theres someone at Allure called Nina. The two dont get along, and she would love nothing more than to see Sophia fail. You can use her to make things go wrong. Shell think shes just targeting her rival, but shell be doing our dirty work.

Jessica raised an eyebrow. So you want me to handle Nina?

I think youre better suited for that part, Larry said, shrugging. I cant get too involved. I need to stay out of it since Sophia and I are close.

Jessica studied him for a moment, sensing there was more to his reluctance. I see. Ill take care of Nina. But you better be sure about this. We cant afford to make a mistake.

Im sure, Larry said, though there was tension in his voice. Sophia will be chosen. Just be ready to act.

Jessica stood up, nodding in agreement. Ill make my move once shes in the spotlight. Dont screw this up, Larry.

As she walked away, Larry stayed seated for a moment, his thoughts turning darker.

The old mans getting impatient. Hes been breathing down my neck, and Im running out of time.

He tapped his fingers on the table as doubt crept in. Damn it, Sophia. Why did you have to be different?

He clenched his jaw, knowing that things were moving faster than he had anticipated.

Sophia was about to be caught in the crossfire, and no matter how much he didnt want to hurt her, there was no way out of this. The old man wouldnt accept failure.

He didn’t want to dwell on it any longer, so he left and went to find a nice restaurant to have his dinner before heading straight to his villa. A good sleep would serve as a good distraction.

As he stepped inside, he sensed someone in the sitting room and immediately got on alert.

Whos there? he called out, his voice steady despite the unease settling in his gut.

This was a secure neighborhood with many security guards on standby. How did someone manage to sneak in unnoticed?

Furthermore, he had never brought anyone here, meaning the guards had no reason to let anyone in without noticing him.

Unless

His heartbeat quickened, and before he could reach for the switch to turn the lights on, a tall figure dressed in black emerged from the shadows. The figure went directly to the switch, turning the lights on, allowing Larry to have a clear view of the intruder.

The man had a stern face, cold eyes, and the kind of build that suggested he could break a man in two without breaking a sweat.

His face was scarred, and a tattoo snaked up his neck, partially hidden by the collar of his leather jacket.

Larry’s pulse quickened the moment he recognized him. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak

The boss is getting impatient, the man said in a low, growling voice.

Larrys jaw tightened, and he clenched his fists. Im working on it. He doesnt need to worry.

The man took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. As I said on the phone, do not get too attached to that woman. Your feelings are starting to compromise your mission.

Larrys heart pounded in his chest. He hadnt expected to fall for Sophia so fast.

His mission was simply to get close to Sophia and take her without alerting Alexander.

He tried to keep his voice steady. Nothing is compromising the mission. Im focused.

The mans lips curled into a smirk as if he didnt believe a word Larry was saying. You think you can hide from the boss? He knows. Dont mess up.

Larry clenched his fists at his sides, trying to stay calm. I wont. Tell him Im handling it.

The man gave a low chuckle, his cold eyes never leaving Larrys. Just make sure you do. And dont underestimate Alexander. The boss knows the kind man he is, so don’t think youve got him figured out.

Alexander.

The name echoed in his mind and his face contorted with jealousy.

Alexander had the privilege of being born into the Evans family and raised with a silver spoon in his mouth.

The man could even defeat his uncle easily, forcing him to live in hiding.

Something I could only wish for, despite doing my best to prove myself to that man.

Larry clenched his teeth so hard he could hear the faint crackle of his jaw.

But he knew he had to face Alexander in one way or another.

That’s why he decided to work with Jessica.

Before Larry could respond, the man turned around and walked toward the door.

He paused at the door and turned slightly to glance back, his tone lower and more serious. One more thing. The cargo will arrive in two days. The boss expects everything to go smoothly, with no mistakes. You know how important this shipment is.

Larry’s heart skipped a beat. He had been briefed about the shipment weeks ago, but now it seems the timeline was moving faster than expected.

Two days? Larry repeated, trying to hide his surprise.

“Thats right,” the man said, his gaze sharp. “Get your team ready. You dont want to disappoint the boss. Any mistake, and there will be consequences. You know what I mean.

Larry nodded, his expression hardening. He knew the consequences of crossing that man. Not even he was spared.

Understood. Ill take care of it .

The man gave a final, approving nod and disappeared into the night, leaving Larry alone in the heavy silence of his villa.

He stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the space where the messenger had just been. His fists clenched, knuckles whitening under the pressure. His jaw clenched, and a low growl of frustration escaped his throat.

Youve never trusted me, old man. He muttered through gritted teeth, his voice barely audible in the empty room.

He exhaled sharply, loosening his grip as he felt the weight of being controlled while his loyalty was always questioned.

All this fueled the resentment he had been carrying for years.

He sat on the sofa and took out his wallet. There was an old photo well placed inside with a young woman who had a kind smile on her lips.

He looked at the photo for a while without saying a word. Tears flowed from his eyes but he stopped them quickly and started muttering to the photo.

Mother, why did you have to leave me alone like this? I really need your guidance. You always told me he would come for me and guide me well. Why am I feeling so lost now? Where is he? I don’t think you knew him well, mother. It’s been years and I’m still not good enough for him.

It’s okay mother, I’ll still keep my promise: To make sure your murderers are all behind bars. I’ll give you the justice you deserve.

If only he would help me avenging you would be so much easier. But I promise you, even if it’s the last thing I do in this world… I will avenge you, Mother.

Today, Emily reported to work earlier than usual. It was the last day of their preparation and everyone was almost ready for tomorrow.

When she was about to enter the company, she got a glimpse of Nina talking with someone. It seemed like Nina was giving orders.

What made Emily more curious was the discreet place the two were standing. It was clear the two didn’t want to be seen together.

She walked toward them, curious about what Nina was up to. After all, Nina was known for using underhanded means to get what she wanted.

Meanwhile, Nina was instructing Joyce on what to do.

That’s all you have to do and no one will suspect you. Once I am selected, I’ll propose to Carla to have you as my assistant and you can watch your career grow.

While Nina spoke with excitement, Joyce’s fingers trembled, and she bit her lip, unable to hide her fear.

Nina was pissed, which resulted in threatening her.

If you can’t do it, then I can always tell everyone about your drunkard father and that he has been pestering you to pay his debts. Let’s see how long you can stay in Allure. She threatened mercilessly.

Joyce bit her lips and fidgeted with her fingers. She didn’t have a way out after all. Ever since Nina learned about her secret, she has been blackmailing her into doing her bidding.

And now was no different. She will have to betray her team knowing so well they had a chance of winning. She didn’t count so much on being Nina’s assistant.

She heard so many complaints from Nina’s team and wouldn’t wish to be part of it. She preferred Sophia a hundred times.

But now she doesn’t have a choice.

She gritted her teeth and nodded. Okay, I’ll do it.

Good girl! I like working with smart people. Also Before Nina could continue, she saw Emily from the corners of her eyes.

She immediately signaled to Joyce to disappear from the nearby exit.

Luckily, she was standing hidden by a post near the exit, and from Emily’s angle, only Nina was visible.

Nina continued to talk with the same demeanor and action pretending not to see Emily.

Emily finally got a proper look at Nina, but to her surprise, she was alone.

Nina, who were you talking to? She queried in confusion.

Nina took out a Bluetooth device from her ear and turned to face Emily.

What? Emily, I didn’t know you had a bit of eavesdropping on others. And now you want to know who I’m on the phone with? Nina asked, feigning surprise.

Emily was startled. She glanced around, but no one else was there. There were very few cars in the parking lot since it was early. So there was nowhere to hide.

But she was sure she saw someone standing opposite Nina. Only that she couldn’t see the person clearly.

No you were talking to someone else, I saw with my eyes just now. Where is the other person? Emily was adamant.

Nina smirked. Well then if you saw someone else here, why are you asking me? Just go to them directly.

Damn it! Frustrated, Emily huffed and walked away. What was she even thinking? Nina will never admit it unless she has enough evidence.

She knew Nina was up to something. The way she had been standing, she must have been talking to someone else in a low tone as if afraid someone may eavesdrop on them. But without proof, she had no choice but to let it go. For now

When Sophia reported, Emily mentioned the matter.

It indeed seems suspicious, and knowing Nina, she wouldn’t still be given the presentation tomorrow. Sophia analyzed.

What should we do now? I’m sure she will target us. Emily asked, worried.

We do nothing. Sophia blurted out.

What? Are you saying we just wait for her to sabotage others? Emily couldn’t believe her ears.

What else can we do? We don’t have any evidence against her and she hasn’t done anything yet. Sophia explained.

You have a point there, but there must be a way out, Emily admitted, feeling at a loss.

The only way is to protect our work. It’s the only means she can use to sabotage us. Sophia stated.

Then thats what well do, Emily agreed, and they discussed ways to achieve this.

During the lunch break, Sophia was informed that a guest was there for her.

She immediately guessed who the person might be.

Just as she expected, Larry was waiting in the reception, sitting leisurely.

He looked more mature with a dark blue suit that hugged his figure nicely.

In contrast to Alexander, Larry’s charming smile made him look like the neighbors next door.

He stood up when Sophia approached.

I came to apologize for yesterday, Sophia. How about we grab the coffee now? He offered.

That’s not necessary, and you don’t have to apologize. Sophia declined politely.

No, I have to make it up for it. Otherwise what kind of a man would I be? He insisted, thumbing his chest with a light-hearted laughter.

Sophia thought about it and eventually agreed. Okay, but let’s grab something in our company cafeteria.

She wanted to reduce too much interaction with him outside. Perhaps inside the company, it will be more of a business interaction. Something told her not to trust him.

Larry wanted to object, but watching her resolute face, he knew he couldn’t push further. At least she agreed.

They both headed to the cafeteria. Sophia was in high spirits, talking animatedly about her teams progress, and Larry offered supportive smiles and nods.

Youve really poured your heart into this, he said, watching her with admiration. Im sure youll win the spot tomorrow.

Sophia smiled warmly. I hope so. The team has worked so hard, and it would be an honor to represent Allure on the global stage.

Larry was about to reply when his phone buzzed with an incoming message. His face darkened when he saw the sender.

Excuse me, it’s about business, he said quickly as he sat straight reading the text message.

Sophia waved him off, as she continued sipping her coffee.

She observed as his brows furrowed and his body tensed the more he read whatever was on his phone.

He wrote a quick reply and hit the send button, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

He glanced at Sophia, who was sipping her coffee and felt even more conflicted. He hoped to resolve his dilemma soon and finally tell her the truth

Will she look at me the same way? Wait! What way? She only sees me as a client. Will she ever look at me the way she looks at Alexander?

I shouldn’t harbor any thoughts about her but I can’t help myself.

Larry forced a smile. I admire Alexander. He is lucky to have you.

Sophia froze for a moment before looking at him quizzically.

…what does he even mean by that? I don’t get it.

I just think having a wife to support you is good. No matter what life throws at you, just knowing someone loves you unconditionally is enough. He added, looking at her intently.

Sophia felt uncomfortable with his gaze.

I guess you can say we’re both lucky. You will find someone, too; I hope it’s the right person for you. She said, not taking his words seriously.

Larry stared at her for a moment and Sophia didn’t like it. She furrowed her brows and met his gaze.

Is there something else you want to say? Or did something happen to your business? She asked trying to change the subject

He retracted his gaze and coughed lightly realizing his actions earlier were a bit out of line.

Well, yes something came up with my other business. I have to leave the city for a while. He said, watching her reaction.

Are you okay? You look worried, she asked, frowning.

Yeah, everything’s okay. I might be unreachable but I’ll contact you when I’m back.

Just go take care of your matters. She said, dismissing his concern.

Larry exhaled slowly and nodded. “I need to head out now. Sorry for cutting this short again.”

No need to apologize. It’s fine. Sophia said, waving him off.

He leaned forward, assuring her, Ill be back before you know it.

Something about his words felt off. But she brushed the thought away. It was probably nothing.

That evening, Sophia sat with Alexander after dinner, her mind still lingering on Larrys sudden business trip. She couldnt shake the feeling that something was off.

You look bothered, is there something on your mind? Alexander asked, sensing her abnormality.

Sophia shook her head and said, It’s nothing major. I was just curious about Larry.

What about him? Did you sense some danger? Alexander blurted out, turning to look at her carefully.

He had stationed many people to watch over her. He also had people watch Larry’s every move. If he made a move, he would be the first to know. So what had she seen on Larry to make her curious?

Sophia was surprised by his reaction. Why was he alerted by her mere comment? She saw the panic on his face.

Why are you so worked up? I just said I was curious? she asked, sipping her tea.

Alexander realized he had overreacted. He composed himself and said.

It’s nothing, I thought something happened.

What is it that could possibly happen? She asked back.

Didn’t I warn you to be careful around him? I don’t trust that guy. He stated firmly.

Don’t worry honey, I’m always careful. I just think he’s pitiful and that’s all. She assured him.

So what are you curious about? Do you need me to investigate him? He asked, watching her reaction.

No need to investigate, I might be wrong anyway. I just felt that he’s been acting strange lately. She said, dismissing his offer.

How strange? He asked, sitting straight on alert.

Yesterday, he received a call while we were having coffee and left abruptly looking tense. Today he suddenly said he was going on a business trip. I think something might be wrong or he’s hiding something. Sophia analyzed.

Alexander listened carefully, but his mind was racing with suspicions. He already knew Larry was planning something and his recent behavior confirmed it.

What surprised him was the direction Larry was taking.

Has he discovered that I’m watching him?

Is he lying to Sophia to throw me off?

Maybe hes just dealing with some business problems, Alexander said, keeping his voice calm.

Just be careful around him. Okay? He added lightly, not wanting to alert her.

Sophia nodded, but her worry was still evident. I just hope so.

Hey, you shouldn’t be worried about some men. I’m your husband. Am I not? Alexander protested.

What? Of course, I’m worried because he’s our client and a friend, too. Sophia argued, amused by his logic.

Still, you shouldn’t be concerned about some guy. Just focus on me. He hated the fact that he had to use his wife to achieve his goal.

He wishes to tell her about Larry’s identity and motive, but doing so will alert Larry, and his only chance of tracing Gerald will be lost.

As long as she was safe, he would play a little with Larry.

Alright, alright, I won’t dwell on him, but still, I wouldn’t wish anything bad upon him, even if he were an enemy, she reassured him.

Alexander nodded in understanding, and after small talk, Sophia bid him goodnight as she wanted to sleep early.

As soon as she went to bed, Alexander retreated to his study. His face darkened as he picked up the phone and dialed his men.

Larry might make a move soon. Keep a good eye on him and be careful not to alert him. He gave out the order.

Noted, sir! the voice on the other end replied.

He hung up, his mind already piecing together the puzzle. Larry has been walking on dangerous lines, and if he wasnt careful, hed find himself in deeper trouble than he realized.

He pitied the man but everyone has to take responsibility for their actions.

***

The following day was the anticipated day in Allure Fashion. It was the day the five most talented teams would showcase their creativity and skills to determine who would represent the company in the oncoming international competition.

This was a rare opportunity for Allures designers to make a mark on the global stage, and the energy in the building was electric.

In the sleek boardroom, the selection committee, composed of seasoned professionals, took their seats.

Carla, known for her steely professionalism and high standards, sat at the head of the table, reviewing the agenda for the day.

To her right, the other committee members engaged in quiet conversations about the competition ahead, while a few of them occasionally glanced at the entrance, waiting for the presentations to begin.

It was a significant day, but two notable figures were absent.

Alexander Evans, the chairman of Allure, and Drake Egerton, the CEO. They had other matters to attend to but promised to review the results later in the day.

Despite their absence, the committee members were more than capable of making the right call.

At 2 p.m., everyone was ready, and the first team took the stage.

Their category was Sustainable Fashion, a growing trend in the industry that focused on eco-friendly materials and processes.

The team was led by a senior designer, Rachel Meyers. She presented their collection of reworked, recycled fabrics that embodied elegance and environmental consciousness.

Rachel explained their use of organic fibers, plant-based dyes, and innovative waste-reducing techniques.

The garments were not only stylish but represented a movement toward a more responsible fashion industry.

The committee was impressed by the vision and technical execution, nodding in approval as Rachel and her team finished their presentation.

Next up was Team Olsen, focusing on Athleisure. As the name suggested, their category married athletic wear with casual, everyday styles. Their collection featured sleek, modern silhouettes crafted from breathable and stretchable fabrics.

Sophia was amazed by their category. She nodded in approval as Mark Olsen, who was leading the presentation, spoke confidently about their design philosophy, creating garments that could transition seamlessly from the gym to the street, blending function and style.

The committee, too, appreciated the thoughtfulness of their approach and the growing demand for versatile fashion in todays market.

Nina stood off to the side, making no effort to hide her arrogance and disdain. She had honed her skills in allure and no one would compete with her.

They’re all moved by Olsen’s presentation just because they haven’t seen mine. I would like to see their faces when I start presenting.

She smirked, turning her head to look at Sophia. Seeing how the latter was mesmerized by team Olsen’s presentation, she was even more sure that her design was the best.

Of course, Sophia was the only one who ever gave Nina chills. But looking at her now, she was sure her design was better. Otherwise, why would Sophia be moved by her competitors’ presentations?

She had asked Joyce to steal Sophia’s initial design to gauge her chances of defeating her. Unfortunately, Sophia had guarded all the designs very well, and could only be opened when everyone was present.

What’s more, her assistant Emily was the only one responsible for keeping the draft hard copies. So Nina could only come up with another plan to secure her win.

Watching Sophia now, Nina was convinced that she wasn’t a real threat.

What Nina didn’t know was that Sophia was genuinely talented and had an eye for design. It was natural for her to recognize and appreciate other people’s talents.

Soon, the third group, led by Sarah Nguyen, approached the stage. They had chosen Minimalist Elegance as their theme.

Our design is stripped-down chic pieces in neutral tones, perfect for the fashion-forward professional woman.

Sarah highlighted their focus on clean lines, subtle details, and premium materials.

The simplicity of the designs was powerful, and the team’s understanding of timeless fashion made a strong impression. The committee exchanged nods, appreciating the understated sophistication of Sarah’s collection.

From the first three presentations, it was evident that Allure Fashion housed some of the industry’s most talented designers.

The committee members were also impressed, and Carla, who was usually reserved during these events, allowed a small smile to escape.

However, the tension in the room increased as the next group prepared to present. It was Nina and her team.

Nina walked to the front of the room, her movements sharp and precise, dressed in a striking black suit that spoke of ambition.

She was a skilled designer and there was no doubt about that. Everyone knew Nina’s desire to climb the ranks at Allure was fierce, and today, she had come prepared to dominate.

Her category: Avant-Garde Couture. It was bold, daring, and meant to make a statement.

Nina presented a collection that featured exaggerated shapes, dramatic textures, and vibrant colors. The theme was aptly named “Metamorphosis,” inspired by the transformation of butterflies.

Each piece was unique, with intricate detailing and bold structural elements that pushed the boundaries of conventional fashion.

As you can see, I have designed this collection to capture the essence of transformation-both literal and metaphorical. I wanted to show the beauty in change and evolution. Nina began with a confident voice.

She continued deliberately using I instead of we, drawing all the credit toward herself.

I came up with this design and directed the construction of each piece. She concluded her presentation.

The committee members exchanged glances noting her failure to recognize her team.

Still, they couldn’t deny the artistry of her collection. Carla, in particular, seemed to appreciate the boldness of Nina’s designs, though there was a flicker of disapproval in her eyes over Nina’s blatant self-promotion.

She received polite applause. Her collection was impressive, perhaps even more refined than the first three, but the lack of teamwork left a subtle sour taste among the committee.

Finally, it was time for Sophia and her team. The room buzzed as Sophia stepped forward, flanked by her assistant, Emily, and a group of eager designers.

Sophia was known for her talent, but what set her apart was her humility and her ability to bring out the best in her team.

As the large screen lit up, she took a deep breath, ready to begin her presentation. She held the remote firmly and clicked to advance to her first slide.

She clicked the remote, and the designs appeared in stunning clarity, drawing gasps from the audience.

Even the committee members adjusted their seats as they admired the design on the screen.

Sophia was about to start when she noticed something was missing.

Her notes!

The carefully written explanations meant to guide her through each design were gone.

The sections that should have contained descriptions, fabric choices, and inspirations were now blank as if they had never existed.

She clicked on the next slides, but still nothing. Instead of her detailed notes and explanations appearing, the screen remained blank.

A deep frown formed on her face. She clicked again.

Nothing.

Murmurs began to spread through the room as the committee members exchanged confused glances.

Sophias heartbeat quickened. She had checked everything beforehand, how could this happen now?

She turned to Emily, who was equally stunned, flipping through her laptop in a panic. I dont understand” Emily whispered, her voice laced with anxiety.

Sophias fingers tightened around the remote. Someone had tampered with her presentation.

But who? And why?

She quickly inserted her flash drive into the computer. She always had a backup and was sure to save the moment.

To her disappointment, the same slides were missing. She checked the flash disc, it was indeed hers. She had been careful to ensure no one would sabotage them.

Across the room, Nina sat with her arms crossed, feigning boredom. A slight smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, but she quickly hid it when Sophias gaze swept over the audience.

Sophia composed herself and said. I apologize for the technical error. But I’ll still take you through our presentation.

Their category was Global Renaissance.

Sophia had chosen this theme to blend the old with the new drawing inspiration from classic art and architecture while incorporating modern design elements that would resonate on an international stage.

Her collection featured elegant, flowing garments with intricate embroidery and beadwork, using fabrics sourced from different cultures around the world.

Sophia began with confidence and a steady voice filled with passion.

This collection is a celebration of diversity. Each piece tells a story, drawing from the rich histories of different cultures, but designed with a contemporary eye. My team and I worked to create something that transcends borders and true global collection.

Emily, here was instrumental and did a good job in researching the fabrics, she said, gesturing to her assistant.

And the embroidery design was a collaborative effort with James, our lead stitch artist.

Throughout her presentation, she made sure to highlight the contributions of her team

The designs themselves were breathtaking. One dress, a fusion of European Renaissance patterns with modern Asian silhouettes, was particularly stunning.

The fabric shimmered under the light, and the way it flowed was nothing short of mesmerizing.

The committee sat in awe. Even Carla, who rarely showed emotions, leaned forward, captivated by the intricacy and beauty of Sophia’s work. When the presentation ended, the room erupted in applause, louder and more enthusiastic than any of the previous teams.

Sophia smiled humbly and stepped back, letting her team take the spotlight as they celebrated together. It was clear that their collection had hit the mark, and the committee members exchanged whispers.

Everyone was surprised, including Nina. How did Sophia manage to explain everything without guidance?

I went through so much trouble to have those slides deleted and swapped on the flash drive.

But Sophia continued seamlessly without the guidance. Did she have that good memory?

She clenched her fists and glared daggers at Sophia on stage.

Sophia’s team was dumbfounded, too, and Emily was the first to break the tension.

“Well done, Sophia. You saved us! I can’t believe you presented so well without our previous notes.”

They all jumped in celebration, and Joyce, too, exhaled in relief and joined the rest in celebration.

As long as the sabotage didnt harm the team, she felt somewhat relieved.

Sophia smiled, humbled. She thanked God, too, because her passion for design was exceptional. She held every draft close to her heart, like her baby.

That’s why she had memorized everything and didn’t need to rely on the guidance they had written initially.

Carla looked at her with admiration as she stood up and addressed everyone. You all take a short break. We will announce the winner in 20 minutes.

Everyone started murmuring, making their way out, leaving the committee alone.

While walking out, Nina glared daggers at Sophia. If looks could kill, Sophia would be dead a million times.

Emily nudged Sophia, Did you see that look? Do you think she’s responsible for our missing slides?

Sophia looked at Nina, who had passed them and walked ahead. She could feel Nina was behind all this but they didn’t have evidence.

I’m not sure but I can’t rule out the possibility. She shrugged.

Of course, she’s the one. Who else would be that vicious? Emily affirmed.

You have a point but she couldn’t have done it herself. Sophia pointed out.

Are you saying she had an accomplice? And the person is among our team? Emily exclaimed in disbelief.

You’re not dumb after all, Sophia said, tapping her friend’s forehead.

Hey! What kind of compliment is that? Emily asked, giggling.

Twenty minutes later, everyone settled back in the boardroom eagerly waiting for the results.

Carla clapped her hands to gather everyone’s attention, her tone serious yet carrying a hint of warmth.

Thank you, everyone, for working so hard on this competition. It means a lot to the company, and honestly, every team did a fantastic job. Congratulations! Please clap for yourselves.

There was applause as the employees cheered, with others’ curiosity heightening.

Some, like Nina, grew impatient. Just announce the winner already! she thought, shifting in her seat.

I hate to say this but in every competition, there must be a winner and a loser. But here at Allure Fashion, we don’t have losers. So if your team is not chosen, it only means the chosen one was better.

She continued, her gaze sweeping over the participants.

After much deliberation, the committee has decided that the team to represent Allure Fashion in the international design competition is Sophia Blackwell and her team.

The room immediately erupted in cheers as Sophia and her team jumped, hugging each other.

We did it, girl! We’re going international! Emily shouted as she wrapped her arms around Sophia, laughing.

Sophia was overwhelmed with happiness too.

She hugged her back, grinning, and announced joyfully, Dinner on me tonight! We deserve a celebration.

The team clapped cheerfully, their excitement spreading like wildfire. The rest watched in envy, unable to ignore their infectious joy.

The other designers congratulated them. It was clear the winner had been decided, and there was nothing they could do.

Accepting defeat gracefully was the only option for most.

But not for Nina. Why was it always Sophia? How is she better than me? I’m her senior and even joined the company before her. I can’t let her overshadow me always.

I have to think of a way to secure my future in Allure fashion.

She forced a tight smile, though her hands curled into fists beneath the table.

But soon, she couldn’t take it anymore as she watched the celebration from Sophia’s side.

She shoved her chair back with a sharp scrape. Her heels clicked angrily against the floor as she stormed out.

Before she reached the door, another announcement came.

One of the committee members stepped forward with a grin. Attention everyone, dinner tonight on the company. The chairman will treat everyone for your hard work.

Sir, will the chairman be present? one employee plucked the courage to ask what was on almost everyone’s thoughts.

And the room fell silent as they anticipated the answer. Even Nina, who was at the door, turned back.

Yes, the chairman and the CEO will be present. They want to personally celebrate with you. The man replied before adding, So dinner on the big boss.

Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise. She knew this was her husband’s doing and she appreciated the gesture.

The news brought another round of cheers.

No way! We get dinner from the big boss? This is great! Emily laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. Sophia, youre rescued! No need to empty your wallet.

Sophia grinned sheepishly. Well, my savings are indeed saved!

The rest of the team roared with laughter, and everyone was happy with how things turned out.

They may not have been chosen, but still, a dinner treat from the big boss was something worth celebrating.

Nina, who was burning with rage a while ago, was now starting to have some life on her face. She had a cunning smile as she walked past Sophia.

Congratulations Sophia. I hope you will celebrate your win well tonight, she said.

Before Sophia could respond, Nina was already gone. She shook her head and felt like Nina was implying something. But she couldn’t figure out what it was.

Don’t mind her, she just wants to spoil our celebration mood, Emily added.

Yeah, we have other important matters to deal with, Sophia replied, as she remembered the sabotage.

Someone on their team had to be working with Nina. And Sophia was determined to find out who.

Meanwhile, in the chairman’s office, Drake sat across from Alexander, grinning as he swirled the whiskey in his glass.

So, are you doing this for the company or for your wife?

Alexander raised an eyebrow, but there was a smirk playing on his lips. Whats the difference?

Drake chuckled, leaning back in his chair. Of course, there is a difference. The rest will get to have a treat because of your wife.

Then why are you asking? Alexander retorted as if it were normal logic.

I’m just curious; you could have just treated her out and celebrated alone; why include the whole company? Drake asked, feeling like his friend was strange.

That’s because you don’t know my wife. She would have invited her colleagues out herself. Alexander replied, staring into his whiskey glass.

So you just wanted an excuse to join her. Oh, man! Is this what it means to fall in love? Drake asked teasingly.

Alexander didn’t respond, he just sipped his whiskey slowly.

He couldn’t deny it because Drake was partly right. He indeed wanted to join them but more importantly, he wanted to protect her.

He knew Sophia couldn’t hold her alcohol well and she might drink much tonight in celebration. What if others target her and she can’t protect herself?

He had his men watch her but that was to protect her from external dangers. But what if the threat was from inside? It will be too late for the men to react.

So yes, he needed to be there just in case.

Drake laughed out knowing he hit the point. I know you’re worried she might drink too much. But that’s what celebrations are for, buddy. Let her have fun.

Alexander sighed, knowing Drake had a point, but his protective instincts wouldn’t let him relax entirely. He’d keep a close eye on her tonight, just to be sure.

Meanwhile, after Sophia and her team left the boardroom, she gathered them for a quick meeting.

Everyone looked at Sophia curiously wondering why she had called them at this time.

I know everyone is excited about our win, and I appreciate all your hard work. But before we move forward, I want to ensure we’re all on the same page. Sophia paused, scanning their faces.

There was a small issue during our presentation. I called it a technical error, and I stand by that. But if anyone here believes their presence might complicate things, now is the time to step back.

The room fell silent. Some exchanged confused glances.

Then she added with a reassuring smile, No judgment at all. But if we move forward together, I need to trust that we are truly a team.

Everyone apart from Emily was surprised. What does she mean? Have we not been on the same lane from the word go? Now that we’ve won, what is this all about?

If they didn’t know Sophia well, they might suspect that she was looking for an excuse to eliminate them.

Sophia ignored their surprise and observed everyone’s reaction.

It was clear that most of them didn’t understand what happened during their presentation.

It seems they all thought it was indeed a technical error as she stated.

But through their reaction, she was able to pinpoint the most odd one out.

She composed herself and added. Don’t worry, guys; I mean no harm. We’re waiting for Carla’s direction on the way forward and I wish to proceed with everyone. She paused, looking at a certain person.

But if anyone feels his/her presence will compromise the team, please leave voluntarily.

Once again, puzzled glances were exchanged. But Sophia remained composed.

Miss Blackwell, I don’t know why you’re telling us all this, but I pledge my allegiance to the team. We have learned so much under your guidance, I don’t think anyone would want to miss out now. Said James, who was looking forward to the upcoming competition.

The rest nodded in agreement. No one wanted to be left out now. Even if Sophia’s words puzzled them, their eagerness to move forward remained unchanged.

Okay, everyone. Thanks for your cooperation. I like our team’s energy too. Let’s wait for further instructions. Sophia said, dismissing them.

As they all turned to leave, Sophia added, Emily and Joyce, please don’t go yet.”

Joyce, who was already at the door, froze mid-step. Her fingers twitched slightly as she turned back, eyes darting to Sophia.

When the rest disappeared, she immediately fell on her knees.

Miss Blackwell, I’m really sorry for what I have done. Please find it in you to forgive me. I promise it won’t happen again. She apologized quickly before Sophia could say anything.

Sophia looked at her in disappointment. She opened her mouth to talk but Emily beat her to it.

It won’t happen again? If you weren’t called out, would you have said anything? she called out mercilessly.

Joyce looked down, not daring to look at either of them. She couldn’t defend herself as well.

Why did you do it? Did I wrong you in any way? Sophia asked her, crossing her arms.

Joyce was speechless and couldn’t look up. She was really ashamed and guilty.

I should have confessed voluntarily. Now it’s too late for that.

She bit her lower lip, trying to come up with an excuse.

You’re wasting your time on her, Sophia. I don’t see how a sane person would work with Nina. Just report them to Carla. Emily suggested.

Joyce panicked even more when she heard Nina’s name. How did they know she was doing it for Nina?

That woman even warned me to not rat on her no matter what. Otherwise, she won’t keep my secret.

Please, Miss Blackwell, don’t pursue the matter further. I’m willing to do anything just so you can let it go. Joyce begged.

I know you’re not a bad person, Joyce. I just want to know why you did it. Sophia stated firmly.

She knows my secret and she has been blackmailing me with it. If you report us now, she won’t let me off and I might lose this job. Please don’t pursue the matter. She begged again.

Okay, I’ll let it go under one condition, Sophia said, Calmly.

What condition? Joyce asked quickly, seeing some hope.

You won’t proceed with us, so you have to leave the team voluntarily, Sophia stated.

The latter’s face fell. She was a designer and knew what it meant to proceed with the team. How can she leave willingly?

She wanted to protest and bargain but Sophia didn’t give her a chance.

She and Emily walked out without sparing her another glance.

You were too lenient on them. Letting her go means Nina will not be punished too. Emily grumped as they walked out.

I know. I just feel pity for her. She must be having her difficulties and if letting Nina go will relieve her, then so be it. Sophia replied.

I would rather let everyone know my secret than let Nina exploit me. That woman can make you kill. Emily pointed out.

You’re right. And she won’t leave her any time soon. If Joyce is not careful, she will get into much trouble. Sophia agreed.

***

That evening, all the employees from the design department arrived at the luxurious restaurant.

The company had booked the whole third floor for their celebratory dinner.

The ballroom was elegantly decorated with chandeliers casting a warm glow over the tables.

A high table had been set for the company’s higher-ups including the chairman and the CEO.

Everyone took their seats and Sophia chose to sit at the back with her team. She preferred keeping a low profile.

The room was filled with chattering and laughter creating a lovely atmosphere.

Soon, the waiters came by picking orders for everyone.

After a short period, each one was served with their favorite meals.

They enjoyed the meal peacefully with a few stealing glances at Alexander and Drake.

But they ignored them, especially Alexander whose eyes would always dart to a certain table.

Sophia knew he was keeping an eye on her but she chose to ignore him.

The waiters followed with expensive wines served elegantly as they moved around.

Damn it, Sophia! This wine is amazing. Ive never tasted anything like it before.” Emily exclaimed, emptying the whole glass in her throat.

Sophia took a sip and nodded in approval. The wine was indeed delicious.

She had had a number of good wines ever since she got married to Alexander, but still, the wine before her was really good.

She didn’t have a habit of drinking too much, yet she found herself having more glasses.

From another corner, Nina sipped her wine slowly watching Sophia’s every move.

She watched as Sophia emptied three glasses and stood up with a mischievous smile.

Back on Sophia’s table, Emily teased her. Hey, are you planning to drink your way throughout the dinner?

Don’t I deserve it? Besides, it’s not every day we get to enjoy a good wine, Sophia laughed, taking another glass from a passing waiter.

Emily was about to retort when another voice interrupted them.

Congratulations Sophia. You’re the star tonight and your designs inspire many of us. Cheers! It was Nina who said, offering a toast.

Sophia wished to ignore her but she couldn’t.

People were watching and Nina portrayed herself so well that no one would suspect her.

Thanks, Nina. She said, accepting the toast in one go.

You deserve it. Am I right guys? Nina added, looking at the crowd.

As if on cue others stood up and headed to Sophia’s table, each offering a toast.

Nina quietly slipped back to her table, watching as everyone congratulated Sophia.

A slow-burning anger simmered within her.

Under the table, she clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

The sight of Sophia smiling and laughing as she accepted toast after toast sent a wave of bitterness crashing through her.

Even though this was exactly what she wanted, seeing Sophia happily enjoying herself only fueled her anger.

They should be toasting me. I was supposed to be the star tonight. She thought, grinding her teeth.

On Sophia’s table, several employees continued to toast her. She was caught up in the celebratory mood and even let her guard down as she smiled and enjoyed the attention.

Alexander, watching closely from afar, furrowed his brows.

How much more was she planning to drink before calling it a night?

He wished he could just stand up and take her away directly.

But doing so would expose their relationship, something she was very much against.

Sending Drake over, too, wouldn’t make sense. So he took his phone and texted her discreetly.

Everyone was drinking their hearts out and Emily wasn’t left out too. But she was a bit better than Sophia.

Hey, girl, that’s enough! And you all, stop toasting her! Do you want her to pass out from drinking too much? Emily reprimanded realizing her friend had drunk too much.

Hey, I can drink more. Don’t stopme. Sophia protested.

Did you hear that? She can hold it. Another designer added.

Then go drink by yourselves. She doesnt need any more toast from you.” Emily didn’t back down. She even shoved them away.

She wanted to convince Sophia to stop, but just then, her phone buzzed on the table.

Sophia, check your phone, maybe your boyfriend is here to pick you up, Emily suggested.

What boyfriend? Can’t you all see? I’m marriedyes married. Said Sophia, who was already tipsy, raising her hand to show the ring.

What? Is the ring real? When did you get married? Is it Larry? Emily was shocked.

She had teased Sophia about the ring the first day she saw it. But the latter brushed it off, not revealing much. Now it turns out it’s a real one.

Larry? No hes nothing compared to my husband. Sophia slurred, completely unaware of the shock rippling through the table.

Back in Eldridge, in the backyard of Jason’s estate, Rachel knelt by her flowerbed, humming a tune as she worked.

She wore a flowing cream-colored dress that fluttered slightly with the breeze. A wide straw hat shielded her face, but even then, the grace in her every movement showed. Her hands, though elegant, werent afraid of dirt. She held a small pruning shear and gently snipped away a dried leaf from one of her prized roses.

The garden was in full bloom, with roses in shades of blush and deep red, lilies standing tall and proud, and dainty white daisies dancing in the wind. It was her happy place. Every weekend, she spent at least an hour here. It was one of the few things that grounded her and made her feel like everything would be okay.

She wiped her forehead with the back of her glove, smiling faintly at the progress she had made. Her flowerbed looked perfect.

Just then, a servant came rushing out from the house, breathless.

Madam, Mr. Evans is here. He doesnt look like he came for a normal visit.

Rachels hands froze. She looked up, confused. What? Alexander?

She slowly stood, brushing off her dress. Does he look down on us that much? she muttered under her breath.

‘He already forced us to send Jessica away. What more does he want now?’ she thought.

She set her pruning shear down on the edge of the flowerbed and walked briskly toward the front of the house, the hem of her dress trailing across the stone path. Her face was calm, but her heart raced.

She found Alexander, standing tall, with that unreadable expression he always wore. He wasnt a man who visited without reason.

To what do we owe the visit, Mr. Evans? she asked politely although her tone was measured.

Sorry to drop in unannounced, Mrs. Jason. I just need to ask you something important,” Alexander said, rising to greet her.

What do you want to know? Is it about my daughter? Rachel asked.

Is he here to ask why Jessica hadn’t left yet? She wondered.

Yes. Was she going by the name Karen when she was younger? Alexander probed.

Rachel was shocked at the mention of Karen, and she eyed Alexander vigilantly. The name triggered some old memories she couldn’t dare bury away.

But what surprised her the most was why Alexander was asking for her.

Could he be working with my brother? I have to be careful, cant reveal too much.

Alexander’s brows furrowed slightly when he saw her hesitating. He had already learned that their daughter was kidnapped and almost killed by Rachel’s brother when she was barely five years old. Ever since then, the topic has been taboo in the Jason family. Is that why she’s hesitating?

Look, Mrs. Jason, I don’t mean any harm; I just need to know if Karen is your daughter. he pressed, with a softer tone.

Yes, she is, but Rachel replied, but Alexander cut her off urgently.

Where is she then? he asked.

What do you mean? Rachel raised her eyebrows, clearly confused.

Your daughter, Jessica, of course. I need to speak with her, Alexander said anxiously.

Jessica left already. Her flight’s at 4 PM, Rachel said, still puzzled by his sudden urgency and questioning.

Alexander checked his watch and tensed up. He had less than thirty minutes.

Thank you! he shouted and without waiting for Rachel’s response, rushed back to his car and sped off.

Rachel watched as his car disappeared down the road. A strange, uneasy feeling crawled into her heart.

She shook her head, brushed the feeling away, and went back to her chores.

***

Meanwhile, at Eldridge International Airport, Jessica sat in the waiting area with a sleek navy suitcase by her side and her assistant just a few steps behind. She wore a light beige blazer over a black top, her usual effortless mix of class and confidence. Her makeup was bold, with flawless foundation, smoky eyes, and a red lip that didnt go unnoticed. Her heels tapped softly against the floor as she crossed her legs, checking the entrance again.

Miss Jason, we have less than twenty minutes to board the plane. Are you sure this will work? her assistant asked nervously.

Jessica, too, was starting to get anxious. She took her phone and dialed a number.

It’s almost time for my departure. What’s taking him so long? she demanded as soon as the call connected.

Jessica froze after hearing from the other side.

What? He went to my family first? she snapped, gripping her phone tighter.

Damn it! He is more cautious than I thought.

She paused as she listened, then slowly smiled.

Good, she murmured before hanging up.

Hes smarter than I thought… but not smart enough,” she muttered again, adjusting her makeup.

Is everything okay, Miss Jason? her assistant asked, catching the change in her tone.

Jessica didnt even look up. Just sit and wait.

***

Back in the city, in the top floor office of Evans Tower, Mark sat behind his desk, his shoulders slightly slumped as he rubbed his forehead.

The last few hours had been a storm. But at least now, things were finally under control.

He picked up his phone and dialed his boss’s number.

The call connected immediately.

He adjusted his glasses and reported.

“Boss I’ve handled the mess Gerald created.”

“What exactly did he do?” Alexander’s calm voice came through.

“He tried to ruin our partnership with T&L Construction. Remember that big real estate project in Westwood? He somehow got into their ears and convinced them we were pulling out. They nearly signed with our competitor,” Mark said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

There was a short pause on the other end before Alexander’s voice came again.

“How did Gerald manage that in such a short time?”

“He set up a fake consulting firm. Created documents that looked like they were from us, and sent emails through a spoofed address. One of the junior staff at T&L was working with him,” Mark fed him with the results of his investigations.

“Is it fixed now?” Alexander asked, his tone colder.

“I just came from their head office. We sat down with the execs, walked them through everything, and cleared up the confusion. Theyve promised to reinstate our contract… But I think they’re starting to question our credibility.”

“Good work, you handled it well. Schedule a dinner meeting with their CEO. I’ll tie up the loose ends myself,” he said with a steady voice.

“Noted, Boss,” Mark said, feeling proud of his boss’s commendation.

Alexander hung up and looked at his wristwatch again. He had less than ten minutes to get to the airport.

“Drive faster,” he told his driver firmly.

The driver nodded and stepped on the accelerator, running through several red lights.

He had to see her before she boarded the plane or perhaps stop her from leaving.

He took out his phone and dialed Sophia wanting to update her about his progress.

The phone rang continuously but she didn’t pick up.

He wanted to call Michael but, after some thought, decided against it.

‘Perhaps they’re busy right now,’ he muttered and sent her a text message before tucking the phone back into his pocket.

Back at the Eldridge International Airport, the final boarding call echoed through the terminal:

Final boarding for Flight 747 to Geniva. All remaining passengers, please proceed to Gate 14 immediately.

Jessica stood up calmly, composed, like everything was going exactly as she had planned.

She picked up her handbag, adjusted her blazer slightly, and started walking toward the gate.

Her assistant, clearly more nervous, hurried after her.

Miss Jason, are we boarding now? I thought

Just follow me and stop asking questions, Jessica cut her coldly and walked ahead.

Her heels clicked confidently against the polished floor without any hint of panic.

When they reached the gate, she handed over her passport and boarding pass with a small, polite smile.

The attendant scanned them and gave a quick nod. You may proceed.

She and her assistant began walking down the jet bridge. They were only a few steps away from the plane’s door when a sudden urgent voice called out from behind.

Miss Jason! We need to talk!

Jessica stopped in her tracks. Her lips curled into a smug, mischievous smile before turning around.

She feigned surprise the moment she saw Alexander.

Alex? She blinked. What are you doing here?

Alexander stood there, breathing slightly heavier than usual, his eyes fixed on hers.

I need to talk to you. Can we go somewhere private? he said with a low serious tone.

Jessica glanced toward the plane, then back at him, pretending to hesitate.

But… my plane is about to leave, she said softly, her voice laced with reluctance.

Alexander stepped closer, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

Lets talk first. If you still want to leave after that, fine. You can take the next flight.

Jessica gave a small sigh as if weighing her options.

Okay then. I hope whatever you want to say is worth it, she agreed.

Alexander didnt respond right away. His eyes lingered on her face for a moment, unreadable, then he simply murmured, Mmhh, and turned to walk away.

Jessica followed him slowly, and her smirk quietly returned. She glanced at her assistant and gave a look that said See? I told you. You were worried for nothing.

Alexander walked to a nearby coffee shop and sat in a corner, looking at Jessica as she sat down.

Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t tell me you’re still angry with me, Jessica asked casually as she made herself comfortable.

I’m not here to talk about that and it should never happen again, Alexander said, his tone turning colder than he intended.

So what do you want to talk about? she asked, pretending to be okay although it still bothered her that Alexander was angry at her.

I just found out that you’re the young girl who saved me years ago. Have been looking for you for long, Alexander said, locking eyes with her as if he wanted to see through her.

Wait, you were that young boy in Averia? What were you doing there? Jessica asked surprise etched on her face.

Yes. I accompanied my mother on a business trip. Luckily, you saved me, or Gerald would’ve killed me. Alexander said, clenching his fists at the memory of that incident.

I’m happy I helped you. You were so handsome even when young. I guess it’s no wonder I fell for you, Jessica said sweetly.

Alexander cleared his throat and said, I promised myself that I’ll fulfill one of your wishes when we meet again, and I intend to keep that promise.

Anything? Jessica asked, eyeing him.

Yes, as long as it is within my means, he nodded.

Before she could reply, his phone rang from the table.

She quickly glanced at the caller ID. Damn you, Sophia! Why must you interrupt our conversation? she thought.

Excuse me, I need to take this, Alexander stood up and walked out.

Jessica narrowed her eyes. This is just the beginning. Ill make sure youre out of the picture, she muttered, watching Alexander walk away.

When he got outside, Alexander answered the call immediately.

Hello, honey. How are things there?

Everything went well, hubby, Sophias cheerful voice came through. Weve learned a lot from Michaels skills.

They had just finished helping Michael when she checked her phone and saw his missed call. He also left a message about Karen but he didn’t reveal much. She called him immediately, eager for more information.

That’s good, I’m happy you enjoyed the event. When are you coming back? I’ll pick you up at the airport,” he offered.

We will book an early flight tomorrow, but wait, what’s up with you? Have you met Karen? she asked, her heart beating faster at the mention of the name.

Alexander’s jaws tensed and he hesitated at her question. He had prepared himself for this but he knew she wouldn’t take it lightly when she learned of Karen’s identity.

Hubby, why are you quiet? Did you meet her or not, Sophia pressed, feeling uneasy.

Well I’m talking to her right now. I’ll update you after we’re done, he said, trying to sound casual.

What kind of a person is she then, Sophia asked again.

Sweetheart, do you trust me? he asked instead.

Of course I do. I just want to know the kind of person she is. That’s all, Sophia reassured him.

He pinched his nose, hesitating again. But he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. So he bit the bullet and said, She’s actually Jessica Jason. But don’t worry sweetheart, nothing will change between us.

What! Jessica is Karen? Sophia staggered back two steps. Amelia caught her just in time.

Honey, what’s wrong? You need to trust me in this. Please. Alexander’s concerned voice came and only then did Sophia come to her senses.

Alright. I’ll trust you to handle it well, she said with a shaky voice.

Thank you, honey. I’ll go deal with it now. Talk later, he reassured her.

Bye, Sophia muttered then hung up.

Are you okay Soph? Amelia asked with concern, still holding her.

Yeah, for now. But I dont think Jessica plans on leaving us alone anytime soon, Sophia said, slipping her phone into her bag.

What’s wrong with Alexander? Can’t he stand up like a man? Amelia shouted angrily.

I can’t believe I had started to have a good impression of him again. Are all men jerks? she thought.

Hey come on. It’s not his fault, Sophia almost laughed at her quick reaction.

It’s not his fault? Are you listening to yourself, dear? Amelia asked, raising an eyebrow.

How can Sophia still defend him?

Remember the woman I told you about? Sophia asked, placing her hand on Amelia’s shoulder.

The one who saved him when they were younger? Don’t tell me she trailed off.

Sophia nodded slowly. Its Jessica. Karen was Jessica all along.

Oh no this is worse than I thought, girl. That woman won’t let this opportunity slip away, Amelia said, sympathizing with her.

Yeah I know, Sophia nodded, her face crestfallen.

“What are you going to do?

Nothing. I’ll just trust Alexander to handle it, Sophia sighed.

But you need to

What are you two talking about? You look like you’re preparing for a war, Michaels voice cut through the air, interrupting Amelia.

War? Please. Even if we came with an army, it wouldnt stop men from being jerks! Amelia scoffed, shooting him a glare.

Hey! I told you not all men are bad. Look like Alex and I. Am I right Sophia? Michael defended himself, dragging Sophia in for support.

Wait why are you so quick to defend yourself? Sophia laughed out, amused.

Well, that’s because I hate slander. But you know I’m not lying, right? he asked, shrugging his shoulders.

Yes. You two are gentlemen. The girl who ends up with you will be the luckiest, she said, winking at Amelia.

Did you hear that? Michael turned to Amelia proudly.

You two are impossible. Amelia stomped her foot and walked away to hide her flushing face.

***

Meanwhile, Alexander watched silently as his phone disconnected.

I need to deal with Jessica quickly or it will affect my relationship with Sophia, he muttered before walking back to the coffee shop with a resolute face.

Have you made up your mind? he asked as he sat down.

You said you can fulfill any of my wishes, right? Jessica asked, putting her phone on the table.

Anything within my capability, Alexander said, leaning on his seat.

Then divorce Sophia and marry me. She dared him.

The moment the last word left her mouth, the air between them shifted.

He glared at her dangerously as if he wanted to kill her right away.

Jessica shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

I was just kidding, Alex. Don’t be too serious, she laughed but her hands clenched under the table.

I owe you for saving my life back then and I can give you anything as long as it doesn’t jeopardize my marriage, Alexander said coldly, leaving no room for discussion.

I’ll need some time to think about it. It’s not like I need money anyway, Jessica said, tapping her fingers on the table.

You can take your time. But don’t drag it for too long, Alexander replied.

Does that mean I don’t have to leave the country? she asked, curling her lips.

Alexander fell silent as if weighing his options. He couldn’t afford to have Jessica around since he had already made a promise to Sophia.

But she’s his savior and he can’t just send her away against her will.

With no other choice, he nodded dejectedly.

Yeah, you don’t have to for now. But you better not interfere with my marriage. Once I repay you, there will be nothing between us. Am I clear? he asked, enunciating every word with his eyes locked on hers.

I understand where I stand. You don’t have to worry, she said, her eyes gleaming with something that didn’t go unnoticed by Alexander.

Okay let me know when you make up your mind. I’ll take my leave now, he said, standing up.

Just like that? How am I going to get back home? Jessica asked curiously, with raised eyebrows.

Alexander froze mid-step. He had forgotten the fact that Jessica’s ride might have already been gone.

I’ll give you a ride. He left the word coldly and walked away.

Jessica couldn’t hide her broad smile.

She followed him outside, signaling to her assistant, who was waiting with their luggage.

They got into Alexander’s car exiting the airport.

In the car, Alexander didn’t spare them a glance. He took his phone and dialed a number.

Is the dinner meeting set? he asked emotionlessly the moment the call connected.

After a pause, he added, Alright. I’ll be there in an hour.

Jessica, who was sitting beside him, curled her lips slightly.

He’s going for a dinner meeting? This is my chance. I might not get another opportunity when Sophia comes back. With that thought, she took her phone and texted a number.

Thirty minutes later, the car pulled up outside Jessica’s private villa, and the moment they got out, it sped away without sparing her another glance.

***

At Sadrova restaurant, Mark ushered in a man who looked to be in his mid-forties, with a calm presence and sharp eyes that held years of experience.

He wasnt flashy but carried himself with confidence that came from hard work, not ego.

Dressed in a tailored navy suit, he gave off the quiet authority of a man who had built his reputation from the ground up and earned every bit of respect he had.

He was the CEO of T&L Construction, a company he had taken from a small local firm to one of the most trusted names in the industry.

Many admired him not just for his business success, but also for how he managed to balance it all while staying devoted to his wife and family.

He was known as a man who kept his word, valued loyalty, and never forgot where he came from.

This way, Mr. Bullock. My boss will be here in a few, Mark said politely, motioning him toward the private dining room.

Thank you, Mr. Palmer. I can already tell Mr. Evans is serious about this collaboration, Bruno Bullock replied with a small smile, following him in.

Of course, Mr. Bullock. My boss values this partnership very much. Thats why he invited youto apologize for what happened, Mark said as they settled into their seats.

Bruno nodded thoughtfully, his gaze briefly scanning the elegant room. Well, Im looking forward to meeting him too.

Please go ahead and place your order while we wait for Mr. Evans, Mark offered warmly.

Moments later, Alexander stepped into the room, his presence quiet yet commanding.

***

Meanwhile, in Hawthorne’s ancestral home, Marcus’ car pulled a few meters away from the gate.

He glanced at the woman sitting beside him nonchalantly and said without any emotions.

Wait here. I’ll talk to Grandpa first.

You want to leave me outside? Babe, I thought you forgave me? Lila asked, her eyes wide and lips slightly pouted.

You wanted to come tonight. If you can’t handle it, just go back, Marcus said, his tone void of sympathy. He was even disgusted by her fake innocence and desperation.

But I want to He just walked out, leaving Lila to swallow her remaining words.

She glared at his disappearing figure, clenching her teeth.

I need to win you back, Marcus, no matter the cost. My goal is to become Mrs Hawthorne since climbing on a higher ladder isn’t possible, she muttered through her teeth.

Marcus walked into the living room off Hawthornes and found his mother and sister chatting happily.

Marcus, you’re back! What would you like for dinner? Ill have it prepared right away, Evelyn said cheerfully the moment she spotted him.

Marcus, good thing you’re back. Come see the necklace I ordered online. Every girl in the elite circle is dying to have it, but it’s not sold to anyone. Luckily I was able to secure it under your name. Lauren twirled in front of the mirror, holding the necklace against her neck with sparkling eyes. Her voice was laced with vanity and excitement.

That’s right Marcus, you’re our savior. See those women who distanced themselves from me after our company fell? Now theyre crawling back with apologies, Evelyne added proudly.

Ever since the Hawthorne group was dealt with by Alexander, the family had gone through so much, especially Evelyn and Lauren, who placed class and status above all else.

Thanks to Marcus, the company is now saved and they can go back to their wealthy lifestyle.

Marcus’s pride soared at their praises. He sat down proudly putting his legs on the table. Don’t worry, Mom, with me around, our lives will be better. Soon you will surpass those women friends of yours. They will be beneath you and you won’t need them anymore, Marcus promised arrogantly.

You’re the pride of the Hawthornes, my dear. That Sophia was our bad luck; Look at how we’re prospering now that she’s gone. My son is more accomplished now that she isn’t here to drag him behind.

Evelyn clapped like a child who just won a prize, her eyes glowing with pride.?

She walked over to Marcus and patted his shoulder like hed just won a major award. Im so proud of you, son.

Marcus, I hope you’re not still dreaming of bringing her back, Lauren scoffed, tilting her chin up in distaste.

Marcus leaned back lazily, his arms spread across the back of the couch. He smirked, brushing invisible dust from his shirt like a king making a declaration.

Sophia will be mine sooner or later…”

Marcus, you’re just digging your own grave. Go see your grandpa now. His father’s angry voice came from upstairs interrupting them.

So it’s true you don’t believe in me, Dad. Is that why you stepped down? Marcus turned to him with his face full of disappointment.

His father claimed he was confident that their company would be revived again if they worked hard together and he would make sure of it.

According to him, it was the best option compared to working with the mysterious man.

But that will take a few years to achieve, something? Marcus couldn’t wait for.

A few days after his proposal was rejected, his father suddenly stepped down just when the company started to do well.

“Why can’t he trust me even this once,” he thought looking at Pablo hopefully.

Pablo stared at his son for a moment, then shook his head already disappointed.

I’m leaving the country for now. Go see your grandpa. I hope you can make the right decision and retract your steps even if it means starting all over again, son. He spoke, dragging his suitcase.

Dad, we talked about this, nothing will go wrong. What are you afraid of? Marcus asked, standing up.

If you were really listening to what I said that day, you wouldnt be asking me that now, Pablo replied and walked toward the door.

When he got to the door, he glanced back slightly and added, There’s no free lunch in this world, Marcus. As your father, I only hope you will figure it out sooner. With that, he slammed the door and walked to his car.

He got into the car and just sat down in deep thought.

He regretted not being able to control things in his own family. His father was an ambitious man who would use anyone to get what he wanted.?

When the mysterious man approached his son Marcus with the proposal, he was against the idea but his father Raphael didn’t care.

I can’t let any opportunity that might save our family slip away. We just need to be careful.

Pablo shook his head as he remembered his father’s words. And since he had the highest authority, his opinion stood.

Pablo discovered later that the mysterious man was none other than Gerald Evans. The man who was defeated by his nephew and now was using his son, Marcus to fight back.

It started as a simple deal but later got worse. The Hawthorne group was now used to launder huge amounts of money and some of its warehouses are now used for illegal businesses.

He talked to his son about it, hoping he would grasp the gravity of the matter, but Marcus was too consumed by his ambition to back down. To make it worse, he’s now used to oversee some of Geralds illegal businesses.

Left with no choice, Pablo brought the issue to his father again, hoping he could stop what they started.?

Fortunately, the old man had already discovered the danger they were in and had promised to make things right.

But after everything, he still blames himself for everything. If he stood his ground as a father, his children wouldn’t have turned out like this.?

He’s not running away; he’s just leaving out of guilt.

Back inside, Evelyn sneered at Pablo’s retreating figure. Don’t mind him, son; he’s just a coward. If he’s as bold as you, our family would be way better. Perhaps at the same level as the four great families of Eldridge. She said, not bothering to hide her disdain for her husband.

What’s wrong with Dad anyway? He’s leaving the country just like that? Lauren asked, sensing something was wrong with their father.

Mmh! Let him be. We don’t need him anyway, Evelyn scoffed.

Marcus didn’t say a word. He just stared at the door long after Pablo had gone.

He could understand his father, but he couldn’t back down now. He intended to make the Hawthorne group stronger, take Sophia back, and break the deal with Gerald.?

That was also their agreement. As long as he was strong enough to rival Alexander, he would win Sophia back. Once that is accomplished, the deal will be called off. ?

He just needed some time to achieve this but his father didn’t trust him.

Clenching his fists, he turned towards the stairs. I’ll go talk to Grandpa, he muttered, walking away.

Evelyn and Lauren were left standing there, confused about what was really going on.

***

Back in the Sadrova restaurant, Alexander was chatting with Bruno over their meal.?

Mr Evans, I must commend you for catching that in time. Otherwise, both companies would have suffered, Bruno said, raising his glass.

You did great, too, in making the right decision within a short time. Thanks for your trust. Alexander raised his glass as well.

As they were chatting, a knock interrupted them from the door.

Come in, Alexander responded, without looking up.

Mark walked in looking uneasy, Boss, Miss Jason is here. She claims to be here for Mr. Bullock. Mark gave Bruno a cautious look.

Alexander turned to Bruno, waiting for his response.

I-I don’t have anything to do with any Miss Jason. Could you confirm from her again? Bruno denied it right away.

From Alexander’s dark expression, he could tell whoever that Miss Jason was, her presence wasn’t welcomed here.

Mark looked between the two men and bowed slightly, Sorry for the interruption. I’ll send her away right now.

Before he could turn to leave, the door clicked open, followed by the click of heels.

Jessica stepped in, dressed like she was headed to the red carpet instead of a business meeting. Her glittery gold dress clung to her body, sparkling with every step she took.

It was definitely not what she was wearing earlier at the airport. Her makeup was fresh and bold: red lipstick, thick lashes, and her long hair was brushed out and flowing like shed just walked out of a salon.

She had squeezed in a quick shower and a full glam session.

Mr. Bullock, are you sure you dont have anything to do with us? You had a meeting with my dad but canceled it abruptly, she said with a confident smirk, ignoring the awkward tension in the room.

Then her eyes landed on Alexander.

Her smirk faded for a split second as their eyes locked.

She could feel the air suddenly thicken by the aura coming from him despite him just sitting there.

Alex! So it’s true you are here too. I thought Mr Palmer was lying. She said to him surprised.

Alexanders jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. The tension in the room grew so thick that it felt like the air itself was pressing down on everyone.

Mark turned to him apologetically, Sorry, boss, I will…

It’s okay. You can go. Alexander cut him off coldly. Then he added, Mark, you can take your leave. You will be rewarded for today.”

He had just remembered it was supposed to be Mark’s off day.

Thank you, boss. Mark nodded happily before walking out, knowing that his boss didn’t blame him.

Bullock swallowed hard as he stood up to face Jessica.

Miss Jason, whatever deal we had with your father is being handled by my secretary. Please go speak to her, he said politely.

I just did that but she couldn’t give me any substantial explanation. That’s why I came to look for you, Jessica said with a righteous voice, sounding offended.

I’ll look for Mr Jason myself and give him an explanation, Bruno said, trying to send Jessica away.

My father sent me, and since I am here, why don’t we talk about it?” she asked, then looking at Alexander, who had been ignoring her, “You wouldn’t mind if I joined you? Right, Alex?

Bruno hesitated, looking at Alexander.

It’s okay, we’re almost done anyway. Alexander nodded without looking up.

Thanks, Alex, Jessica said sweetly, taking the seat next to him.

Alexander wrapped things up with Bruno, ready to leave the two of them alone.

But Jessica kept on talking to him, ignoring Bruno whom she claimed to be here for.

Alexander nodded or responded vaguely, not interested in her talks. Soon a waiter knocked on the door and walked in with a bottle of champagne.

Miss Jason, here’s your order, he said politely, placing the bottle on the table.

Thank you, you can leave. I’ll serve the gentlemen, Jessica said standing up.

The waiter nodded and walked out.

I’m good. I’ll just leave you two to discuss your business, Alexander said, standing up.

Come on Alex, since I have already ordered, you can’t just leave. Please join us, Jessica pleaded.

I have other matters to take care of, Alexander said coldly, turning to leave.

Jessica bit her lip anxiously, trying to contain her emotions.

Alex, shouldn’t you take this opportunity to offer me a toast? Her sharp voice cut through the room making Alexander freeze mid-step.

He knew exactly what she meant. He so much wanted to ignore her, but he couldn’t be that ungrateful.

With a sigh, he walked back and sat down. Alright. I also hope you make up your mind soon.

Of course. Don’t worry, Jessica said with a smile tugging on her lips.

She quickly took his glass and poured the wine clumsily, letting some of it spill across the table.

As she poured, a tiny, clear pill slipped from her fingers into the glass. It vanished in seconds, unnoticed.

Sorry for that. I’m not used to this. She quickly apologized, her hands trembling slightly.

Alexander looked at the mess and glared at her furrowing his brows. Something felt off. But walking out now wouldn’t be fair to her since she was his savior.

Right at that moment, Bruno’s phone vibrated from the table. He hesitated when he saw the caller ID.

It’s okay Mr Bullock, it might be important. And regarding my father, he just texted me. He said you can look for him when you’re available. Jessica said politely, sounding more understanding than when she came in.

Bruno turned to Alexander apologetically. I’m sorry Mr Evans, it’s my wife calling.

It’s alright, Mr Bullock. You can leave, Alexander said, nodding at him.

Bruno thanked him again and exited the room.

Alexander was left alone with Jessica and he didn’t like it at all.

He glanced at the wine, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind, but pushed it aside.

He took the glass and gulped it in one go.

Jessica watched him discreetly, as he emptied the wine.

Hey, why the rush? I’ll pour you more since Mr Bullock is gone. I can’t finish it alone anyway, she said, pouring him another glass.

Alexander didn’t object. He knew Jessica would use another excuse to keep him here. So he wanted to drink fast and leave.

A few moments after emptying the second glass, he stood up to leave. I’ll take my leave, he muttered.

But Before he could take a step, a strange heat surged through his body, pooling in his lower abdomen. His skin prickled and flushed, while his heartbeat raced like hed just sprinted. He staggered, feeling dizzy and oddly agitated.

Jessicas perfume suddenly felt overwhelming. Her presence and closeness made his head spin in a way he didnt like.

Watching him, Jessicas lips curled into a sinister smile, but it didnt reach her eyes. She quickly masked it with concern.

Alex! Whats wrong? she asked, reaching for him. Her touch sent a jolt through him, and his body betrayed him with a reaction he couldnt control.

Did you drug me? he growled, his breath shallow and eyes narrowing. A mixture of anger and something darker flickered in his gaze sending a chill down her spine.

He always knew Jessica was scheming, but he didn’t expect her to be this bold.

Jessica looked shocked. What? No, of course not! We drank the same wine, didnt we? How could I have drugged you right in front of you?

Alexander didnt answer. His heart was pounding too fast, and it wasnt just from anger. He felt warm all over like something inside him was shifting, pulling at his focus.

Unlesscould the problem be with this bottle? Jessica said, pointing at the bottle.

I need to get out of here first, he said, trying to move away from her, but his legs wouldnt cooperate.

He sank back onto the chair. If not for Jessica holding him, he would have fallen.

“Let me help you out before the drug affects me too, Alex,” Jessica offered, supporting him.

Alexander didn’t have a choice. He was almost sure it was Jessica who did it. But just in case it wasn’t her, he might be in much more danger staying here.

Gerald was already watching him closely, and the fact that he had made a move recently meant he was starting to get impatient.

He wanted to reach for his phone, but his strength and sight were slivering away.

Call my men right now, he ordered.

Jessica took his phone and pretended to make a call.

Done. I’ll help you to a room upstairs first. Your men will arrive soon.

Alexander didnt want to go anywhere with her, but his vision was blurry now, and he wasnt sure he could walk on his own. He had no strength left to argue.

He regretted sending Mark away and wasn’t sure if Jessica called his men or not.

I hate this feeling of helplessness. He thought, clenching his teeth as he fought the burning desires in his body.

Worse still, his skin was getting hot, and a strange warmth spread through his chest and lower belly. His shirt suddenly felt too tight, and the air in the room seemed thinner.

But for now, he had to play along and just allow her to lead him upstairs.

Jessica smirked while her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she slipped an arm around him. This was exactly what she wanted.

She masked her triumph well but inside, she was already celebrating.

Finally, the untouchable Alexander Evans was at my mercy.

Meanwhile, back in Hawthorne’s ancestral home, Marcus knocked on his grandpa’s bedroom, casually tucking his other hand into his pants pocket.

After Raphael murmured from inside, he pushed the door open and walked inside.

The room was dimly lit, with a bedside lamp casting a soft amber glow over the space. The air held a comforting mix of lavender and woody from the old oak furniture.

A large, neatly made bed stood against the far wall, its thick duvet turned down slightly, perhaps he was ready for bedtime.

An antique clock ticked quietly on the wall, and a pair of slippers sat perfectly aligned by the edge of a plush rug.

Raphael was seated on a couch near the window with a steaming cup of tea on the small table in front of him. Despite the warmth in the room, he had a shawl draped over his shoulders, and the lines on his face seemed deeper under the soft light.

He seemed to have aged more since the last time Marcus saw him.

Grandpa, he greeted.

Sit, Raphael said, pointing at the couch opposite without looking up.

Marcus made his way to the couch, sat down, and watched as Raphael continued to drink his tea with no intention of speaking.

Grandpa, why did you call for me? After waiting long enough, he decided to speak up.

A while ago, he would’ve been afraid of his grandpa, but after the deal with Gerald, he now controls most of Hawthorne’s group operations.

Coupled with the fact that his father had stepped down, his grandpa could only rely on him to run the company.

Over the past few days, Raphael had been cautious about what he said to him.

Your father spoke to me, Raphael said, finally raising his head with a solemn expression.

Is it about Gerald, Grandpa? Marcus asked, tapping his fingers on his knees.

He was right, and we made a rushed decision. I want you to cancel all the dealings with that man, Raphael ordered, his expression turning into regret.

If they were lucky, the company might be left standing. But knowing Gerald, he might deal them a heavy blow in retaliation.

Still, Raphael was ready. He couldn’t allow outsiders to use his family business as a pawn.

He was also risking his only heir being sent to jail if things went wrong.

What? Marcus stood up abruptly.

Grandpa, what has come over you? We already discussed this and I only need a little more time, he said, his voice shaking.

“This can’t happen. I’m too close,” he thought.

You heard me, Marcus. You’re fighting a lost battle, so just give up, Raphael said firmly, leaving room for no discussion.

Please trust me, grandpa. This will work, I’ll make sure of it, Marcus begged anxiously.

Enough, Marcus! Do you know who that Evans kid is? He dealt with his uncle, Gerald alone. If Gerald can’t stop him, what makes you think hell help you win against him? Raphael slammed his teacup on the table, his hands trembling slightly.

“But Grandpa, we’re not dealing with him. It’s just Sophia’s husband, once I get her, I can pull out. Marcus tried to convince him again.

The same man who defeated your backer is Sophia’s husband! Raphael revealed trying to control his breathing.

What? Sophia’s husband is Alexander Evans? Marcus’ eyes widened in shock.

He knew Sophia was married to one of the Evanss, but he didn’t expect her husband to be the most powerful man in the Evans family and Eldridge at large.

He had met Alexander several times, and his aura was so strong that it intimidated him. But Marcus brushed it off thinking it was simply because he was an Evans.

Now you know why you have to give up. Not Gerald, nor anyone else can help you deal with him! Raphael declared mercilessly.

Marcus sat back on the couch in deep thought. He looked like he had been rained on and his earlier confidence washed away.

Thirty minutes later, he left his grandpa’s room looking defeated and shaken. His usual arrogance was nowhere to be seen.

***

Meanwhile, back at Sadrova restaurant, Jessica helped Alexander into a suite.

She dropped him onto the bed before falling on top of him.

Get off me! What do you think you’re doing? Alexander managed to scold her despite the turmoil in his body.

I’m sorry, Alex, I fell accidentally. You’re too heavy so I was just tired, Jessica apologized, yet she didn’t have any intention of getting up.

Alexanders head was spinning, and his limbs felt heavier with each passing second.

A dull heat throbbed through his veins, turning into a wildfire he couldnt put out.

His vision was blurred, and a strange mix of dizziness and desire gripped him. His breath came in shallow bursts as his body screamed for relief he didnt want to give in to.

He clenched his jaw, trying to fight off the heat crawling under his skin.

Unfortunately, the drug was persistent and ruthless, but he knew he couldn’t let Jessica succeed.

He tried to push her away but she pleaded. Alex please, let me help you. Your body is so hot and I think only a woman can cool it down, Jessica said, trying to kiss him.

Before her lips touched his, he tilted his head to the other side, disgusted.

Jessica, you better get off now or you’ll regret it, he warned, glaring at her.

I’ll only regret not helping you now, Alex. Please allow me to. You know I have admired you for a long. Let me she said, unzipping her dress.

Alexander grew more infuriated by her actions. He wasn’t sure he could control himself because the drugs effects were getting stronger with every passing minute.

He could feel himself slipping and his body no longer responded the way he wanted.

Every nerve was burning, and Jessicas closeness was feeding the fire.

His mind screamed to push her away, but the weakness in his muscles betrayed him. He hated this feeling of being vulnerable!

With trembling hands, he held Jessica by the neck, choking her with all the strength left in his body.

Leave now or you won’t have a chance to, he warned again, his eyes bloodshot.

Jessica was deathly scarred as she struggled to breathe. She tried to pry his hands off but they were immovable.

When she thought she would die, he released her and threw her to the other side of the bed.

Cough! Cough! Cough she coughed repeatedly holding her neck.

Alexander, too, slumped on the bed again, unable to move. He had summoned all his strength earlier and could only hope that she would be terrified enough to leave him alone.

Jessica got up, still scared. She looked at him with a wronged expression.

She gasped for breath, her eyes wide with terror until she realized Alexander had slumped on the bed.

Then, slowly, her fear melted away as her lips curled into a sinister smile.

She cleared her throat and suddenly ripped off her dress. Without a warning, she threw herself to him again, pleading.

Alex, I think the drug is taking effect on me too. Please help me, I can’t take it. I’m burning up.

Alexander froze when her skin touched his. His body reacted immediately, and he wanted nothing but to quell the fire from his body, too.

Jessica saw the hesitation in his eyes and grabbed the chance. She pressed her body further while her lips moved closer.

Alex, given that I saved your life before, please save me now. I feel like I might die if this continues. I feel so hot, Jessica murmured, unbuttoning his shirt.

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