LOGINI 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 give his daughter. He gave me all his love, he gave me the foundation for my business, and he gave me everything that no one else could have.
When they finished burying his body, I noticed that there were many of my father's coworkers and business associates I'd never met. Although they had all offered their condolences earlier, now I truly had the clarity to see who was there.
How curious that Uncle Clark isn't here... Knowing how self-interested that man is...
When everyone had left, and only a few people remained, just those closest to the family, I noticed a man in the distance who appeared to be in his thirties.
The man had a presence that disarmed you effortlessly. Tall, with broad shoulders and an elegant posture that seemed effortless, as if he were born to occupy any room. His slightly disheveled brown hair gave him a carefree air that contrasted with the intensity of his blue-gray eyes, capable of piercing you as if they could read your innermost thoughts. He wasn't just attractive; there was a mixture of mystery and vulnerability about him that made him impossible to ignore, as if behind that reserved facade lay a whole world of secrets and emotions.
I shook my head and looked away. I couldn't recall ever seeing such an attractive man around my father. Once the effect wore off, I turned back to face him; now he was looking at me.
I started walking toward him, and he did the same. When we were close, I extended my hand.
"Nice to meet you. Did you know my father?"
He smiled. "My mother knew him, but she wasn't feeling well, so she couldn't come," he said, shaking my hand. "Sebastian."
I smiled back.
"Nice to meet you, Sebastian. I'm Sofia Reign."
I stayed and spoke with Sebastian for a while, and he finally gave me his card before leaving. "Sebastian Beck." Somehow, the last name sounded familiar and reminded me of my mother, but I ignored it and put the card away.
The next few days passed normally. The funeral was on a Tuesday; I took three days off to grieve in peace. The afternoons in my apartment were spent eating ice cream and watching the movies I used to watch with my dad when we were together. I watched bad movies from my childhood until I finally finished my weekend with the Twilight saga, which, for some reason, my dad loved.
Finally, I returned to my company the following Monday. When I walked in, I felt a strange vibe. My employees greeted me normally, like the approachable boss I'd always been. As I filled my mug with water, my art director and best friend, Kathe, approached me.
"Sofia, we thought you were going to take more time... Your dad..." she began, but I interrupted her.
"I know, but I'm not sad about his death. He'd been battling his illness for so long that at least he's at peace now," I said, pausing briefly. "Besides, I couldn't leave my company alone for long. You know I love Olympus Comp."
Kathe smiled slightly, but eventually, she walked me to the office. We quickly passed the design team as we continued on until we finally reached my main office on the second floor. Kathe entered the office and closed the door behind her, sitting down in the chair across from me.
"Are you really okay?" she asked, taking my hand.
"I am," I said. "I have so many good memories with him, and even though it hurts, we're in the process of expanding. Finally, we'll be able to move to a bigger building and expand the animation team."
Kathe smiled from ear to ear.
"God, don't remind me; I'm so nervous about it."
I chuckled softly and turned on my computer. I started opening pending emails from the company while catching up with Kathe. Then, I got distracted for a moment.
"You know what? Something interesting happened to me?" I said, rubbing my cheek.
"Oh yeah? At the funeral?" Kathe asked curiously.
"Well... sort of... I saw a man, his mom knew my dad."
"Uh-huh..." Kathe said. "Go on."
"Imagine the most handsome actor you can think of. He was even more handsome." I let out, remembering Sebastian.
"Hmm... I don't think anyone could be that handsome," Kathe countered.
"I promise you, he was," I said, smiling. "Anyway, back to work. Remember that Australian company that was trying to make a deal with Olympus?"
"Yeah... The professional services one, right?"
"Yes, they changed their offer to a collaboration, but I realized they're having some problems. If we manage to close the other deal with Antuna, we can acquire them completely."
"You're talking about buying that company?" Kathe said, incredulous but with excitement in her voice.
I nodded. We were discussing the details of that deal when I opened my email and saw a notification from Uncle Clark, copied to my dad's lawyer.
As soon as I saw the email, Kathe's voice began to sound in the distance. My breath caught in my throat as I continued reading and opened the attached document. Kathe noticed my reaction and came closer, looking at the document in front of me.
"What the hell...?" she said.
We stood there for a moment, reflecting and rereading everything written in front of me, until I turned to her, my mouth slightly open.
"Marriage?" I finally said.
What I had read was an email explaining that my father's will stipulated that I had to get married before my 28th birthday, or else my father's shares wouldn't pass to me, but to my cousin Lucas. And not only that, but my father's investment in my company would also be completely forfeited.
I pulled out my phone and quickly opened the calendar, counting down the days.
"This can't be happening," Kathe said. "Mr. Reign would never do that," she added, rereading the will.
"62 days..." I sighed.
"What did you say?" Kathe asked.
"I'll be 28 in exactly 62 days. I'm single. I have 62 days to get married."
"But... with whom?!" Kathe said, as she slumped back into her chair.
I was speechless. My mind is racing.
"Where am I going to find a man to marry in 62 days?"
Carlos sat on the sofa with a sheet of notebook paper in one hand and his cell phone in the other. He was looking at places and things we needed for the rehearsal dinner plan."Okay... today is April 3rd," Carlos said thoughtfully, "and the wedding rehearsal dinner is on Friday, April 17th, so we can have the official ceremony on Saturday the 18th, right?""Yes," I said as I walked to the other end of the sofa."So... do we have the guest list of important people yet?""All the investors and suppliers for my company, yes," I replied immediately.Carlos tapped the paper with the back of his pen.“Investors and suppliers… too many business faces…”I sat at the other end of the sofa, as far away from him as possible, smoothing the edge of the sofa cushion. “They’re not just business faces. They’re
The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft but persistent, as if reminding me that the outside world kept moving on. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the weight of the previous night, but also something different: a spark, faint but undeniable.I got out of bed, my body stiff, but my mind clearer than it had been in weeks. The silence of the apartment no longer felt suffocating; it felt like a blank canvas. For the first time, I didn't see emptiness, I saw possibility.I went to the window and let the sunlight caress my face. I placed my trembling hand on the glass, and although the pain was still there, I no longer saw it as a curse. It was a reminder of survival, of battles fought and won. My hands might never be the same again, but my spirit wasn't broken. I was still Sofia, and I still had something to offer.Memories of my father's pride returned, not like daggers, but like fuel. He had believed in me when I was just a girl with sketches and dreams, and I owed it to hi
The crying left me exhausted, as if each sob ripped away a piece of strength I no longer possessed. I sat on the floor, surrounded by empty boxes ready for disposal, my breath ragged and my eyes burning. The silence of the apartment was absolute, and in that silence, the memories began to surface, one after another, relentlessly.I thought about the last few weeks since my father died: the sleepless nights, the plans that seemed to crumble the moment I tried to make them, the promises I made that I wasn't sure I could keep. I remembered the last time I'd had a simple conversation, the last time anything about my life had been bearable, before the night I learned my father had died and I had to plan his funeral.I saw myself back in the office, working late, convinced that saving the company was the most important thing, and planning a marriage of convenience. I saw myself arguing with Kathe, laughing with Mia, accepting Sebastian's help even
The phone kept vibrating in my hand, as if it wanted to scream what I couldn't. Sebastian leaned forward slightly, trying to see the screen, but I turned it toward me, shielding it. Kathe frowned, Mia bit her lip.The message was brief, almost cruel in its simplicity:"The reservation has been released. If you wish to keep the date, you must confirm payment before tomorrow."The clock on the wall read 2 PM. Somehow, we had slept in and spent the rest of the morning arranging everything. For a second, my mind shifted, and I turned to see what we had done. Even if it was a small victory, we had managed to tidy up the place that, from now on, would be my home, or at least a refuge.The silence was broken. Kathe was the first to react. "We don't have time for arguments. Either you fix this now, or we lose it."Mia slumped in her chair, exaggerating a sigh. “Drama, clocks, payme
“We need to talk,” I said firmly, arms crossed, standing in the middle of the room. “Something’s wrong…”Mia groaned, still half asleep on the sofa. “Can’t we finish unpacking before another drama starts?”Sebastian looked at me intently, almost challengingly. “What happened?”I hesitated, clutching my phone. The words were heavy, but I had to say them. “The payment for the wedding venue… was declined.”Silence filled the room. Kathe’s eyes widened, Mia straightened up, and Sebastian clenched his jaw.“Declined?” Kathe repeated sharply. “You mean canceled?”“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “It just… wasn’t processed. But that means we don’t have the reservation anymore. At least not until I sort it out.”Mia threw her hands up in despair. “Well, perfect. We survived the move, the wine hangovers, and the pizza breakfasts, only to be crushed by a bank notification.”Sebastian approached, his voice calm but firm. “Then we’ll fix it. Today. No excuses.”The argument erupted from the
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 was dim; the curtains only let in a faint glow of morning light.It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't lying on the floor or propped up on a box. I was sprawled on the sofa, my head resting on Sebastian's chest. His arm was wrapped gently around me, heavy but protective, as if even in sleep he hadn't let go.For a second, I froze, unsure whether to move. His breathing was steady and calm, and I could feel his warmth in my hair. The chaos of the previous night—the laughter, the wine, the pizza—still hung in the air, but now it was softened by the tranquility of the morning.On the other side of the room, Mia was
"Should I pick you up tomorrow at the same time?"I was about to say yes when I suddenly remembered, "No... I have plans to go out to dinner tomorrow, so..." I said, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air.Sebastian just nodded and said goodbye without asking many more questions. He turned aroun
I closed the file and leaned back in my chair, gently drumming my fingers on the desk. Carlos was gone, but his shadow lingered, an echo of a past connection long since turned to ash. Any bond we'd ever shared was buried, and now only a fragile alliance based on necessity remained.
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
I was walking down the street with a bottle of soda, my feet moving with a rush I hadn't felt in a long time. My heels clicked against the pavement, one after the other, with a rapid, sharp click.I hadn't fallen asleep, but I had relaxed a little too much before leaving home







