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I'm standing here, wearing a flashy light blue dress that almost looks white from a distance. I'm holding a glass, smiling at everyone as if what I'm doing here is perfectly fine.
Everything around me is moving in slow motion.
I take a deep breath and sigh away all my worries, trying to focus on the present and what's in front of me. It's the day of my wedding rehearsal dinner. In this elegant room are my closest family members, business associates, friends...
My friends. Where are they?
I started searching the room, looking everywhere for my friends. Finally, I found them. Sasha, Mia, Camille, and Kathe were standing together at a high table, just chatting.
An elegant man approached me, trying to discuss a business deal that was supposed to officially begin in a few months. She smiled kindly as we elaborated on the topic, ending the conversation with a handshake that seemed like a common occurrence in my life recently.
As soon as he left, I turned my attention back to my friends. Kathe and Mia had made faces of disgust and walked away from the table where the others were sitting. They were walking quickly toward another room, and I immediately followed them.
I walked past the people who tried to greet me until I finally went through the door. I attempted to keep my voice down, but seeing them so calm, I couldn't help but shout.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
They turned to me, somewhat surprised but trying to hide what they were thinking. The same thing I already knew.
"Sofia," Kathe said, "do you really have to ask us what's wrong? I think you know perfectly well."
"You know better than we do that you shouldn't even be here," Mia continued.
I sighed, starting to hyperventilate, trying my best not to cry. I took a step back, then began pacing in circles, trying to figure out what to do.
"Kathe, Mia, I'm here, and I'm running out of time," I said, taking their hands. "I have to do everything possible to save my company."
"Sofia, this isn't what you want. This isn't worth it. You can start over; you can do it all over again" Kathe told me.
"I..." I was interrupted by the door bursting open.
I looked behind me, still holding the girls' hands. Sebastian was there, standing, with an expression I couldn't decipher on his perfect face. His blue eyes darted frantically between the girls and me, still gripping the doorknob. He released the door and stepped inside.
"What's going on, Sofia?" he said, his tone nervous but still formal.
I kept hyperventilating until I finally admitted it.
"I can't."
Sebastian looked at me with a confused expression, while the girls squeezed my hands, silently supporting me. Sebastian gently took my arm, and I let go of Kathe and Mia. We walked away and stood behind a wall in the room, which was like a dressing room. Sebastian waited until I could breathe properly.
"What do you mean you can't, Sofia?" he said, looking me in the eyes, his hand on my arm.
"Sebastian, I can't get married."
"Sofia, what do you mean you can't get married?" Sebastian asked, a desperate tone in his voice.
"No, I can't marry him."
Sebastian let go of me and took a step back as I began to sob, fighting to keep my tears from falling and ruining my makeup. Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to figure out what to do or say, but he just looked at me with an expression I couldn't decipher.
"Sofia, you can't do this. This place costs over $7,000... If you don't get married, what are we going to do?"
"I—" I hesitated. "I'm not sure about anything. My mind is a mess, and my heart is still beating, but not for him."
"What...?"
Before Sebastian could finish his question, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. As soon as I felt his lips, it felt like my whole world was shifting. I pulled away for a second, looking into his eyes, knowing guilt was washing over me, but he tightened his grip on my lower back and kissed me again. The way he kissed me was a sensation I'd never experienced before. I didn't feel butterflies; instead, it felt like my entire being was whole for the first time ever.
We separated only because it seemed we were running out of air.
"I..." Sebastian began, but the door opened.
"Sofia?" came Carlos's voice from the doorway.
I left the alcove where we had been, and the girls were still there, looking at Carlos with a prudent expression of disdain. He was there, wearing smart dress pants, a short-sleeved, buttonless collared shirt, and the most casual shoes I'd ever seen. He yawned and had his pinky finger poking in his ear while looking at me with nonchalance.
"It's all about to begin, Sofia, hurry up," he said, turning to go back to the door.
I clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug in and my hands were trembling. He's supposed to be her boyfriend, and he dares to show up looking like that? I didn't move. Sebastian came out from behind the stall and walked over to where the girls were, his expression having returned to his seriousness. The image of my dad flashed through my mind at that moment; he never approved of Carlos, he would be completely disappointed in me... Although not as much as I was when they read his will.
Carlos turned around again. "Sofia, hurry up."
"No."
Carlos looked at me, his expression hesitant for a second. "Come on, this isn't the time for jokes; they're waiting for us."
"I told you no, I'm not going to marry you."
My voice came out more serious than I expected. Kathe, Mia, and Sebastian looked at me in disbelief, Kathe's mouth agape at this point. At that moment, Carlos realized I was serious and moved away from the door.
"No, no. Sofia, wait," he said, approaching and trying to take my hand. "Come on, you can't do this. We're here and... and..."
"I can do whatever I want, and I don't want to keep up this charade," I said, as I pulled away from him.
He threw himself to the floor. "Sofia, no, think about it. I know I didn't come dressed to the nines, but I can change. I'll behave better; I'll be worthy of you." He said desperately, "Forgive me, forgive me. Don't cancel the wedding; you can't."
I moved away from him, but he was still chasing me. Between Kathe, Mia, Sebastian, and me, we ended up pushing him through the glass door, which led to a small balcony overlooking the courtyard. We stood in the room in silence, still hearing Carlos's pleas in the background.
"God... how did I get to this point...?" I said, mostly to myself, as I recalled the exact moment everything had fallen apart.
I knew there wasn't time to dwell on these things right now. So I simply took a deep breath and let it out through my mouth, trying to prepare myself psychologically for what was coming.Sebastian placed his hand on my shoulder and nodded, and I continued walking. Olivia gave me a light hug and whispered, "Take care," and then Ian nodded from a distance, still reviewing the documents in front of him.Then, I left the apartment, letting them stay as if it were theirs, and at that moment, it was, it was ours.I left while looking at the address Lucas had sent me, and I shuddered. I remembered very little about that place, but I remembered that it had never given me good vibes. It took me almost an hour to get to my grandfather's house, but I finally arrived. Standing in front of those large doors, an image from the past suddenly flashed into my mind—this very place, but many years ago.It was never a place where I felt affection or anything like that; it was simply a place that used to
The amount of information I had just received was more than I could bear. I looked at Sebastian, calmer than I expected, and at Olivia, who seemed angry about everything she had just confessed, or perhaps about her past. I felt like my head was about to start spinning, but maybe it was because of everything that had happened last night.I leaned back on my knees, my hands on my head, and then I looked at Olivia intently. She shifted her gaze slightly, as if there was something more she wasn't telling me yet.Sebastian lay down on the sofa next to me. "I have a problem," he said.I looked at him. "What problem?""My mother is cutting me off, leaving me out of everything important, and she's put me under investigation. Most of my accounts are frozen until who knows when," he sighed."So we're in the same boat," I said, looking at him and then back at Olivia. "Do you have a plan?""I—" She shook her head. "I was hoping we could do something together.""What did Ian tell you about Carlos?
Olivia's POVThe moment I saw Sofia's face, I felt a lump in my throat and I was unsure whether I should continue speaking. My mouth still hurt terribly when I talked, but I had been through so much and now I had my sister and a potential ally in front of me, and I couldn't stay silent.I began to tell them, little by little, without giving away that Sofia is my sister because I'm not ready to tell her yet.I started with how my mother had died just a few months after I was born, murdered by the betrayal of a close friend, or so I was told.I ended up in an orphanage, where unfortunately, they didn't just take in children from the streets, but they chose a few for special programs. Some were chosen as spies, others as informants, others as deadly weapons. I was lucky that they didn't consider me so special and they trained me in self-defense.When I was barely five years old, they started replacing my diet and games with disguised training. Everything was changing and becoming more an
Olivia's voice echoed through the apartment, hoarse and trembling, but unmistakably hers. I froze, unable to process what had just happened. All week she had remained silent, a shadow in the background, and now… she was speaking. As if the wounds on her mouth had somehow healed.Sebastian turned abruptly, his eyes wide. "Olivia… since when have you been able to speak?"He stepped away from me, his hands shaking. "I don't know…" he admitted, his voice fragile, as if each word cost him strength. "I was too afraid to try, and… it still hurts," he said softly and deliberately.My heart raced. "Why now? Why tonight?"Olivia looked at me, then at Sebastian, her gaze heavy with unspoken words. "Because I know what Damian is hiding… Ian told me about your fiancé, and I want to do everything I can to stop you… from marrying him."The room fell silent again, but this time it wasn't an oppressive silence, but rather an expectant one, heavy with the weight of the revelation. Sebastian stood still
Sebastian's eyes flickered, almost as if my question had taken him by surprise. He looked at the motorcycle, then at me, his jaw clenched."It's not mine," he finally said. "It's Ian's."I frowned, but didn't say anything more.He brushed the paper in his hands. "He put the tracker on you because he's investigated Carlos more than I should have. He knew things about him that perhaps none of us knew."The night air seemed to grow thicker, the silence oppressing us once more. I felt the grass beneath my hands, damp and cold, giving me stability as my mind wandered. I returned to that memory of him pressing me against the wall in an empty house, of how Carlos had almost... I felt my chest tighten at the mere memory of the act and how he had disrespected me in every possible way.“Sebastian,” I whispered, “are you saying that… Carlos, the man I was going to marry next week… there’s more to him than we knew?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he seemed to just drift off, as if the answ
Sebastian squeezed me much tighter, tighter than I expected.I pulled away slightly and looked at him. For the first time in almost a month, I felt like I was truly looking at him."I told you, we're going to figure this out, together," he promised, and kissed my forehead.Then, he just stared at me."You have a mole on your eye," I said, noticing something, and he laughed.It seemed like everything was alright, and then we sat down on the ground, on the fresh grass, staring into a dark abyss—a mountain or a lake, something I couldn't quite identify because of the time."How... did you know I was here?" I asked, genuinely curious.He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and leaned back."Ian put a tracker in your backpack," he said.I stood still, not even noticing what had happened. That explains the close hug he gave me before I left."Where?" I said, grabbing my backpack and quickly opening it like an idiot.In a moment, as if fate weren't cruel enough, one of the papers flew out of my
I heard a knock on the door behind me and thought maybe it was Carlos who had returned for something, but my distrust made me open the door more slowly than usual. Standing before me was a fair-skinned girl with curly red hair, slightly taller than me. She had an innocent aura about her. She looked
I woke up with a stiff neck, as if I hadn't slept well. As soon as I moved, a wave of nausea and a slight headache washed over me, along with memories of the previous night. Laughter, conversation, half-opening boxes, and simply continuing to eat and drink as if we were teenagers again. The room
For a moment I remained silent, but when I turned my head slightly and saw that it was Sebastian holding my neck, with a rather subtle gentleness, it was like his way of showing that he was there for me without being anything too intimate. The boxes were stacked in uneven towers, some precariousl
Carlos leaned slightly toward me, his smile seeming more like a mask than a genuine gesture.“Rumors, contracts, employees leaving… it’s all just noise. The important thing is that you and I keep going.”His words made me clench m







