LOGINThe 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..." I tried to say.
"Mom, please," Sebastian said.
"Mom?" I said. "Then you must be Mrs. Blake...right?" I said, quickly standing up.
"Kristine Blake," she said, in a friendly tone. "You're Sofia Reign, aren't you?"
I nodded.
"You look a lot like...your father," she said, as if hesitating before speaking.
"Ma'am... If you encounter any problem with Sebastian and me doing some kind of business together, I..."
"Oh!" she interrupted. "No, no. Don't think I'm a meddling mother. It's not that I mind you doing business together or being friends... It's just that... I wouldn't want you to get involved... otherwise," she said, glancing at the bed.
"Oh! No!" I replied quickly. "I... I had a minor anxiety attack in the street, and Sebastian was taking care of me..."
She calmed down at that moment; I could see her shoulders relax, and she began to breathe differently. I saw Sebastian tilt his head slightly, and the woman took my arm.
"Sebastian... you don't mind if I... talk to Sofia for a bit, right?" Sebastian's mother said, but more than asking, it seemed like she was giving him a heads-up.
She gently pulled me by the arm, and I followed, while giving Sebastian a look that I hoped he understood. We went downstairs, and I couldn't help but notice the walls covered with family photos and decorations. Suddenly, I saw a picture of a young Sebastian with his mother. The woman with the short, somewhat long hair looked familiar, so I stared at the photo longer than I should have, and she noticed.
"Is this you?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"That's me when I was younger... I was pretty, wasn't I?" she said jokingly.
"Gorgeous," I said honestly, turning to her. "I think I recognize the photo from somewhere."
She smiled, but her jaw was tense; I could tell. There was something about her that unsettled me, but I simply decided to shake off the feeling. Since my mother died when I was little, I've had a lot of trouble relating to older women. We continued downstairs until we reached the living room, where she had me sit down.
"So, you had a... panic attack?" she asked cautiously.
"My dad passed away last week..."
"I heard, I'm sorry," she said quickly.
"It's okay... I've been suppressing my feelings until now, and I think it all came out."
She took my hands and looked me in the eyes as she spoke.
"Listen, I want you to know that my family supports you whenever you need it. The only thing I ask is that you please don't get romantically involved with my son..."
"Can I... ask why?"
"Yes, of course. The truth is, your father and I were very good friends, and for a while, we thought we might be related, but we never confirmed our connection... So I'd be afraid that you and Sebastian might... You know..."
"Oh! You mean we could be like distant cousins?"
"It's a possibility," she said, with a soft laugh.
Then, almost immediately, the attraction she felt for Sebastian's physique and the fact that he was so handsome took a back seat. If there was a possibility that he and I could be family, the idea of asking him to marry me or even the idea of us being anything more is completely unthinkable. She started talking to me and asking me a few questions in the most tender and sweet way possible, just as I feel that a warm mother could be.
Finally, Sebastian came downstairs wearing a long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had a serious but warm expression. It made me feel strange.
"Sofia, come on... I'll take you home," he said gently.
"Yes, that's fine," I said, looking at Sebastian's mother again. "I hope to see you soon, ma'am. It was lovely talking to you."
We left the room, and when I looked back, I could see a large mansion behind me.
"Oh... wow..." I said softly.
"What's up?" Sebastian said with a laugh. "Do you like it?"
"It really does look wonderful," I said almost without thinking.
"So... what did my mom say?" Sebastian asked.
"Oh... she said we could be cousins," I said jokingly.
Sebastian nearly choked and stopped dead in his tracks, staring intently out the window. I turned around too and saw his mom watching us leave with a curious look.
"So that's what she said?" Sebastian replied.
"Wouldn't that be outstanding? Having such a handsome cousin I could introduce to my friends?"
He was silent for a minute. "Let's just focus on getting you home safe and sound, okay?" he said, holding out his hand to help me into the car.
I took his hand and got into the car. Now I was wondering if it was possible that we were actually cousins. Do we have such good genes in our family? We got in the car, and although there wasn't much to talk about at first, it was super easy to keep the conversation going. We talked about the business, the possibilities, and what I could do now that Roy had refused to accept the deal.
"Don't you have another option?" Sebastian asked.
"I was going to ask you, but now that we could be cousins, I only have one option left, and I don't want to do that..." I said, looking out the window.
"What option?" Sebastian said, still staring at the main road.
"I... I have another ex," I said.
"But why do they have to be your exes?" he said, frowning.
"Because... I don't trust letting a stranger into my life just like that. My exes might be complete jerks, but at least I'm prepared now, and I know their flaws very well."
"And what was the problem with this other ex?" he asked.
"He... He's a damn egocentric narcissist, obsessed with money. He thinks the world revolves around him and that he's the victim of everything that happens to him."
"Meaning?" he asked again.
"Ugh, I broke up with him because he worked for his father and kept asking me for money for basic things, splitting the bills 50/50 and stuff like that."
Sebastian glanced at me sideways with an expression that told me a lot. Then he looked back at the road ahead where he was driving and let out a soft laugh.
"You weren't just laughing..." I blurted out.
He started laughing for real, and I couldn't help but laugh along with him.
"Damn, Carlos was my last option." I said, somewhat resigned.
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
Monday arrived earlier than expected, with a mix of emotions in the air. It was a combination of uncertainty, but also of determination, as if we all knew that everything that was coming was now inevitable.The city seemed quieter than usual, although perhaps it was just my own silence projected onto the streets. Even the noise of traffic felt distant, muffled, as if the world were holding its breath.Carlos hadn't tried to contact me, and that made me increasingly nervous. His silence didn't comfort me; it threatened me. The fact that he was so quiet after trying to take advantage of me, after thinking himself so important, after manipulating my vulnerability in such a disgusting way, made me wonder what he was plotting behind closed doors.I tried to distract myself with routine: coffee, emails, small tasks that should have been normal. But every time my phone vibrated, I felt a knot in my stomach, waiting to see his message, or read an unexpected name. But he never appeared. That a
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
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 th
"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
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







