LOGIN"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 weight of my actions.
"Do you think getting married is that easy, Sebastian?" I asked honestly.
"No, like I told you, I hope to marry for love. I rejected many options that my mother foresaw for me," he answered almost immediately.
"I see..."
"And you?"
I turned to look at him.
"What about me?"
He looked me in the eyes for a second and then looked back at me.
"Don't you believe in marriage for love?"
"My mother died when I was a child, and my father never dated anyone else... But it wasn't for love... He himself said it was out of respect for their relationship," I said. "I've never had any intention of getting married."
"Really? Never? Not even with these two exes you have?" he said, sounding curious.
"Never. I never felt the urge to stand before an altar and exchange vows with them," I blurted out.
"Wow, that's interesting," Sebastian replied.
"Do you think I'm beyond help?" I said.
"I don't know, there are all kinds of people in this world. Maybe you're just a hidden gem."
I smiled. I watched Sebastian drive. He not only looked perfect from the front, but in profile he had that bad-boy vibe that no one could compete with, the kind of guy who could be the villain in his own saga. But at the same time, he seemed like an easy person to approach. He dropped me off at my apartment door and said a casual "See you soon."
I went upstairs without looking back, got to my apartment, and just threw my things on the floor as I headed to my laptop in my room. Thousands of emails to check, thousands of things to analyze. Talking to Kathe and Sebastian today gave me clarity on many things I hadn't been able to figure out before. I had to think carefully about a strategy and make sure everything went smoothly; I had to secure my company.
I stayed up until the early hours trying to make backup plans, trying to make everything I had to do from now until 30 days onward make sense, even though it was all chaos. I stayed up looking at venues that could work for a small wedding, analyzing costs and all the variables. All that was missing was... the groom.
I logged into my social media and started scrolling through my followers. Among them, I found his profile.
I clicked to see what he'd been up to lately, and it was precisely what I expected. A tall, athletic man, he exuded strength and elegance at first glance, regardless of his attire. His dark brown, almost black, hair framed a face with striking features and a defined jawline. He seemed the perfect man, yet he had the unfortunate habit of believing he was the center of the universe.
Unfortunately, I had no other option but to talk to this arrogant jerk.
I sent him a short, polite message: "Hi, can we talk?"
Almost immediately, I received three message notifications. I rolled my eyes; honestly, at this hour of the morning, I didn't have the energy to do anything else, so I set my alarm for 7:00 a.m. and collapsed into bed. I barely felt rested when the alarm jolted me awake. The cold shower helped me feel better. I tried not to dress according to how I felt, and put on what I normally wear: dark pants and knee-high boots. I was leaving my apartment when I noticed a car parked outside. I frowned and tried to continue on my way, but a voice distracted me.
"Sofia!"
I laughed. "What are you doing here?"
Sebastian was inside the car, with a serious but flirtatious expression.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride."
I hesitated for a second, but got in the car.
"You know I'll have to announce that we're cousins so no one gets the wrong idea, right?" I joked.
"They won't believe it; look how attractive I am," he said with a sly smile.
On my way to work, I checked the messages I hadn't wanted to read in the early hours. By this point, I had five messages from Carlos. I sent him a message with the time and location, and he immediately replied that we'd meet there. I sighed.
"Bad night?" Sebastian asked.
"No, bad ex-boyfriend and bad life."
Sebastian kept joking the whole way and made me feel better about myself. He dropped me off at the company entrance, and I went straight to Kathe's office, giving her all the updates on what had happened yesterday.
"I told you Roy was an idiot," she blurted out immediately.
"I know, but I had to try."
"So... you and the handsome guy... are cousins?"
"Hmm... I'm not sure about that either. Mrs. Blake didn't sound very confident, but I'll let it go for now. If there are more secrets of my father's that I have to uncover, I'll die right now."
The rest of the day was very uneventful: casual emails, brief meetings with clients and suppliers, and a few other things I had to take care of. But overall, nothing too crazy happened. I didn't have time to waste, so I would talk to Carlos tonight and ask him for help. And as if I'd expected it, it went even worse than my meeting with Roy. He showed up wearing an old jacket he'd had for over 20 years, and he looked completely disheveled. Even so, I tried to remain composed as I explained the details of what he had to do.
"So I get goods and an unlimited credit card to help me out, right?" he said, disinterestedly.
"Yes, in short, that's what you get, along with 2% of my company's stock, all for temporarily marrying me."
He wrinkled his nose, as if trying to make a gesture of disdain, but in the end, he didn't do much more.
"How soon?" he said arrogantly.
"In 30 days. I've already picked out the venue and the main guests. You can bring whomever you want, and obviously, you'll be involved in every detail."
He just nodded at everything I said with an arrogant smile. Then he left first, leaving me sitting with a feeling of irritation I couldn't shake. Sitting there, I waited for Roy to suddenly sit down in the chair across from me, rushing in and telling me he didn't mean what he'd said yesterday. He and I had planned a whole life together. We'd been living in the same place for two years while we graduated and looked for something better. For a brief moment, I did consider getting engaged to him, until he asked me to take some time so he could sort out his family problems in the best way possible.
I was really thinking about him...
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
We laughed, and the rest of the meal was spent joking and discussing minor details, all about the wedding, Sebastian, and Carlos. Finally, the tension I'd felt these past few days seemed to dissipate considerably, and amidst laughter, Mia let out a sigh that was a little too long.We remained silent."Sofia, don't marry Carlos," Mia said.I opened my mouth to reply, but Mia raised her hand as if signaling me to stop."I know what you're going to say, but honey, I've known you since we were little girls, and I know that if you marry him, you won't be happy."I froze; her words echoed louder than the laughter that had filled the room moments before.“Mia…” I whispered, but my voice cracked.She leaned forward, her gaze firm, almost pleading. “I’ve seen you fight for your independence, for your happiness. Carlos isn’t part of that fight; he’s the cage. I met you when you went out with him back from school, and I know he drains that sparkle from you more than anything else.”Olivia shifte
Roy stood right in the middle of the store. Our eyes collided for a single, sharp second before he jerked his gaze away and I could only manage a frown. What was he doing here?"Oh no..." Kathe whispered."What?" I asked."I told Elias something about us coming here, but... I didn't expect him to show up."Mia looked at him from afar and let out a low whistle. "I have to admit, Sofia, he is quite the charmer. A silly one, but you can't deny the looks."We all laughed at Mia's comment. It was true, but lately I'd learned that it wasn't all about looks... and that maybe I did have a type of person I liked.After we all agreed that this was the perfect dress, I went back inside to change. I came out as usual, and the girls were already waiting for me, except for Olivia, who had been distracted talking to Roy."What's she doing with him?" I asked."Don't think it was her idea. He called her to ask her something, and she just couldn't say no," Kathe said, shrugging."Roy has a very persuas
I stood still for a moment. I knew our mother's death hadn't been an accident and that someone else was likely involved, but knowing this was... it was simply too much."If James Clark's wife is the one who killed our mother..." I whispered."That means all of this is even more connected than you thought," Ian finished. "This woman must have more information than we know, and she could be important. We have to track her down."Although the tension was heavy, the rest of the night passed with something more like a path forward, because somehow, we had something closer to what seemed like a clue to follow.That night, Sebastian and Ian left the apartment, leaving Olivia and me alone in the house. But rather than feeling different or threatening, we simply sat barefoot on the sofa at midnight, with glasses in our hands, filled with soda instead of alcohol."You knew Mom," Olivia said to me. "More than I did, at least.""I really wish I could remember..." I said, taking a sip, "but I was
I looked at it for a moment; it was too long for my liking, and then I looked away."I can't risk it," I finally said.And although I was convinced of that, I indirectly felt I could let myself be trusted... it was as if two completely different people were conversing and making decisions in my head. I sighed, and we finished organizing all the paperwork.It wasn't much, but we had a start in all of this. We also had the documents the Russian mafia had given me.Right. I should visit Annatoli soon.The decision came to me too quickly for my liking."I'm going to see Annatoli," I said aloud.They stared at me, with confused expressions."I have to go check something and give an update," I said. "It's the most sensible thing I can do in the middle of... all this."They didn't seem convinced by my explanation, but they definitely didn't seem to completely disagree with what was going through my head.I ended up getting up and saying goodbye again, almost in the same sequence as when I le
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,
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







