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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.
Silence filled the room. I blinked; deep down, I knew Olivia’s intention was to get rid of the woman who had betrayed our mother, but hearing her say it aloud was something else entirely."What?" Olivia crossed her arms tightly over her chest."Nothing. It’s just... knowing it is one thing, but hearing you say it out loud..."John watched her closely, as if recognizing my father or mother in her. We spent the rest of the evening talking in the living room, sharing stories about our parents and reminiscing about moments Olivia had missed out on because she hadn't grown up with me.Suddenly, it felt as though everything was becoming a little more bearable than it had been lately—though that feeling kept coming and going.The days began to drift by like a dream; time moved forward as if it owed no apologies or explanations to anyone. During the week, we focused on finalizing the company’s details and maintaining an obsessively organized system, bracing ourselves for the worst-case scenar
I stared at him. For some reason, that answer bothered me more than anything else he had said."You don't know?" I said, with a slight huff at the end.John shook his head."I know enough to understand what James is looking for. But not enough to tell you exactly where it is."For a moment, no one spoke. I looked down at the table, sorting through my thoughts. All this time, the situation had seemed impossible. The fake will. Olivia. James. The pressure to get married. My father's secrets.And now, somehow, the feeling was even worse.Because there was no magic document Uncle John could pull from his pocket and lay on the table.There was no magic solution that could appear before me and simply make everything easier—or justify the decisions I’d made over the last few weeks.Sebastian seemed to reach the same conclusion."So we’re looking for something that might not even exist anymore," he said, looking at me.John nodded."Basically.""It’s a terrible plan," Sebastian insisted."It’
I swallowed hard. The warmth of Uncle John’s hand contrasted sharply with the cold knot tightening in my chest.For a moment, I couldn't speak.He looked so much like my father when he was serious—it hurt. It wasn't just the shape of his face or the color of his eyes. It was the way he looked at me... As if he were carrying the weight of an entire family on his shoulders and refused to let it crush anyone else."You don't have to do that," I finally whispered.His expression softened."Maybe not..." he paused for a moment. "But I’m offering it to you anyway."A lump formed in my throat. Although only a month had passed since my father’s death, everything felt completely different now. All those moments when I’d thought I was utterly alone had shifted in an instant, transformed by my uncle’s gaze—even though he wasn't the person I had wanted him to be.I didn't know whether to feel comforted or betrayed by all the secrets my father had kept from me. Perhaps both. Sebastian must have no
Sebastian and I remained silent as Uncle John explained all the details of what had happened.Upon graduating from university, my father and Uncle John were given management positions at different subsidiaries of James Clark's father's company.My Uncle John leaned forward, his green eyes gleaming with an intensity that made me shudder.“Your grandfather Clark was never what he seemed,” he said in a deep voice. “And neither was James. What you know is barely the tip of the iceberg—if even that.”Sebastian clenched his fists on the table, unable to hide his emotions. I felt the air in the room grow heavy, as if every word my uncle spoke carried a weight impossible to ignore.“What do you mean?” I asked, though my voice came out quieter than I’d intended.John looked straight at me, with that blend of tenderness and toughness only family could possess. “I mean that your father and I didn’t just inherit a business or power… we inherited enemies. And those enemies never went away.”The si
Kathe leaned toward me, her face pale. "Who is it?" she whispered.I didn't answer. My throat was tight and my mind was racing. Whoever it was had broken the veil of silence I had tried so hard to maintain."D...dad...?" I whispered.There was silence in the office. Kathe was shocked to hear me, while my heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. From the other end of the line, I heard a soft sigh and then my father's voice again."Almost," he said. "Can we meet?"I frowned. It was exactly my dad's voice. Then I had only one theory left in my mind, and I blurted out the word."Uncle... Seb."There was silence again from the other end of the line, but somehow, it was as if I could hear him smiling."Be careful not to fall off the chair, niece."I jumped to my feet, and the chair slid backward, almost tipping over. I turned to look out the window. I glanced across the street and began searching until my eyes recognized him. The same face as the man I had buried three weeks ago, w
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Sebastian stood up and slung his jacket over his shoulder."Do you have any idea what's going to happen next?""Well..." I said softly, "I'm going to try to get a boyfriend, and if that doesn't work out, I'll have to find another option." I added with a slight laugh."I can't believe it..." Sebasti
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Kathe and I sat there, trying to figure out what we could do, knowing full well that we had to do something. Lucas was an alcoholic, a man who gambled away all his money, and when he won a little, he "reinvested" it in his bets and lost the few cents he won. Most importantly, he was Uncle Clark's g
I always thought that when my dad died I would fall apart, that I would feel lost, but now here, in front of his grave, I can only feel peace. My dad was my best friend for a long time; he was my rock, and even though I can't see him again, I know he left me with the best memories any father could







