MasukI 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?"
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
"Carlos... That really doesn't sound like a good name.""You can say that again."I sighed and leaned back in my chair, gazing out the window as the city faded into the night. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, but now that I was a little more relaxed and my mind had cleared, I felt the wei
The woman approached and stood between Sebastian and me. I stood there for a second, unsure how to react or what to do. The woman was shorter than me, but she had an imposing presence that made me doubt everything; she had eyes as dark as night and short black hair perfectly tied up."Ma'am, I..."
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
I started drafting an email to send him, just a formal email, letting him know I'd like to have a meeting with him. Before hitting send, I considered my options.I'll be 28 in exactly 62 days. When my father passes away, his investment and shares, which represent 30% of the total, would pass to me,







