Novel-novel oleh Solomon Emmanuel

Sophia’s POVThe Weight of ForgivenessI stared out the window of the guest bedroom, watching as the raindrops raced each other down the glass. The mansion was eerily quiet, and despite the warmth of the room, I felt cold—numb, almost.Everything had changed.Roman’s confession last night still rang in my ears. The pain in his voice, the weight of his regret—it had shaken something in me. I had expected rage or denial from him. But he didn’t fight. He didn’t make excuses. He just… confessed.He told me the truth about everything.The setup. The lies. The manipulation.He had wanted to destroy me in the beginning. And he had succeeded in ways he didn’t even realize. But then, somewhere along the line, he had fallen for me—and I had fallen for him too.A bitter laugh escaped me. Love. What a cruel trick.I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself and stepped away from the window, pacing the floor. My mind raced with memories. Roman holding me after a nightmare. Roman protecting me fro

Chapter 274 – Whispers Beneath the SurfaceThe silence in the study was thick. Roman stood by the window, a glass of scotch in his hand, untouched. He watched the darkening sky, where clouds rolled in like silent conspirators, masking the moonlight and casting shadows over the estate. Behind him, the fireplace crackled, but its warmth did nothing to melt the ice in his chest.Jenner’s absence lingered like a ghost in every corner of the mansion.He hadn’t seen her since the confrontation with Steve. The memory of her eyes—teary, angry, broken—haunted him more than he cared to admit. She hadn’t yelled. She hadn’t begged. She had just… left.Steve, ever the rational one, had tried to play mediator. But Roman had seen the truth in his friend’s gaze. Steve loved Jenner.And that was the hardest pill to swallow.Roman took a deep breath and turned away from the window, the weight of too many sleepless nights pulling on his shoulders. His phone buzzed on the desk, its screen lighting up wit

Sophia's POVThe hospital hallway was silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the machines inside Elijah's room. I sat curled in the corner chair, my arms folded around my knees. The scent of antiseptic clung to my skin, and even though I hadn’t slept all night, my mind refused to shut off.I watched him through the glass window. He looked peaceful—too peaceful. It was the kind of peace that didn’t belong in a place where life and death hung in balance. I swallowed hard.I thought I had cried all the tears I had left, but every time I saw him like this, hooked up to monitors, barely breathing on his own, my heart cracked open again."Mrs. Lancaster," a nurse said softly behind me. "You should rest."I shook my head. “I’m okay. I’ll rest when he wakes up.”The nurse gave me a sympathetic smile before walking away, her shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor.My fingers trembled as I reached into my bag and pulled out Elijah’s wedding ring. I had taken it from his hand when the

Sophia’s POVI stood by the window, staring blankly at the moonlit city below. The soft hum of the air conditioner did little to soothe the whirlwind inside me. Roman had left hours ago—his cologne still lingered in the room like a ghost I couldn’t chase out.Everything felt so surreal, like I was living in a lie I hadn’t consented to.“Are you okay?” Jennie’s voice pierced through the fog of my thoughts as she stepped into the room, holding a steaming mug of tea. Her brows were furrowed, worry painting her delicate features.I nodded faintly and forced a smile. “Just… tired.”She set the mug on the table and sat beside me. “You’ve been tired a lot lately. And quiet. You and Roman barely speak anymore, and when you do, it’s like you’re both walking on glass.”I looked away. “It’s complicated.”Jennie sighed and reached for my hand. “Soph, you can trust me. Is it about Steve?”The mention of his name made my heart clench. I had managed to keep my distance since that night at the hospit

Sophia stared out the window of the moving car, her fingers absentmindedly brushing the fogged-up glass. The early morning sun was barely peeking over the horizon, casting a dull glow over the city streets. Everything around her seemed quiet—too quiet. But inside her, a storm was brewing.She hadn’t slept much. Not after the confrontation last night.Roman’s words still echoed in her ears: “You betrayed me, Sophia. You lied to me for months.”And she had. Maybe not with malicious intent, but the truth was undeniable—she’d kept secrets, and now everything was unraveling.“Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked again, his eyes meeting hers through the rearview mirror.Sophia swallowed hard. “Just… drive. I’ll tell you when to stop.”The driver gave a hesitant nod and pulled into traffic.She leaned back in the leather seat and closed her eyes, but peace wouldn’t come. All she saw were fragments—moments she couldn’t forget.The first time Roman had smiled at her.The first night he held her

(Sophia’s POV)I sat by the edge of the massive bay window in Roman's private study, my fingers curled around a warm cup of tea, its steam fogging up the glass. Outside, the rain had softened to a mist, casting a gray sheen over the estate grounds. I had grown to appreciate this view—the towering oaks, the gentle curve of the driveway, and the silence that Roman seemed to guard like a treasure. Yet today, that silence was deafening.I hadn’t spoken to Roman since the incident with Steve three days ago.The confrontation still played in my head like a film reel on repeat—Steve’s voice rising, Roman’s hands clenched into fists, the thick tension of betrayal and loyalty stretching between them. And me, standing in the middle of it all, trying to make sense of where my place truly was.“Mom,” Adam’s voice startled me from my reverie.I turned to find him standing in the doorway, still in his pajamas, his teddy bear clutched tight under one arm. “Why are you sitting here in the dark?”I sm