LOGINSophia….. The house was quiet when I woke up, it was morning already, I think that was all I did, sleep and sleep away my life.. I felt better today, no pain, no dizziness I sat up slowly my fingers brushing my neck, I felt just a dull ache. Adrian___ I remembered suddenly, how I cut him.“Adrian?” I called softly.No answer.I swung my legs off the bed and stood, walking barefoot into the hallway. The house was quiet as usual, I went to the kitchen, it was empty, no coffee or pancakes nothing. I went back to my room and picked up my phone. I had an unread message I'll be waiting at stardust restaurant The message said My stomach twisted I stared at the screen. I had to do this I have to remember everything about my life I changed quickly, my hands shaking as I dressed, I wore a simple short dress and brushed my hair, then I left the house without looking back. I took a cab to the restaurant.It was downtown and ancient looking, but I went in anyway.The rest
Adrian’s POV….I woke up later than I always did.That alone told me something was wrong.Sophia was usually the reason I stayed in bed longer than necessary—Because I wanted her to wake up and see me making breakfast, not waking up with me gone. I missed the days we spent the night together,curled into my side, breathing soft, grounding me in a way nothing else ever had. I stared at the ceiling for a long moment, my jaw tight, that familiar unease settling deep in my chest.She’d pulled away last night.Something was clearly bothering her and she didn't want to tell me.And that was worse.I reached for my phone and typed a simple message.Breakfast, come to the kitchen in ten minutes.The dots never appeared.I waited, Nothing.I tried calling.It rang once, twice, then went to voicemail.My grip tightened around the phone.“Sophia,” I muttered, already swinging my legs off the bed.I found her in the kitchen.She was standing barefoot on the marble floor, dressed but dishevele
Sophia’s POV……The apartment was very quiet when I woke up, it was always quiet but at least Adrian was either playing some music or doing something.The place was eerily quiet and it bothered me.Like the air itself was holding its breath.I sat curled on the edge of the bed, my knees drawn to my chest, my phone was resting loosely in my hand. Adrian had left an hour ago—I saw a note on the counter, he said he would be back soon and I should have fun., I was missing his stormy prescence but I told myself it was nothing. That I was imagining the emotion.I always imagined things.At least if I couldn't remember I could imagine.My phone screen lit up suddenly.I checked it it was a message.Unknown NumberMy heart skipped, then steadied. Probably spam. Probably nothing. Still, my thumb hesitated before tapping the message.DO NOT TRUST ADRIAN HE'S DECEIVING YOU..The words seemed to burn into my eyes.I reread them once.Twice.A third time, slower.A chill crawled up my spine.
Sophia’s POV……I was dreaming I was laughing.Soft, warm, careless laughter—mine.The sound echoed in my head before I even understood where it was coming from, curling around my thoughts like a memory that doesn’t belong to the present. I’m not in Adrian’s house anymore. I’m somewhere else. Somewhere bright.Sunlight spills across my skin. I can feel it—real, vivid. There’s music playing, something upbeat and familiar, and my feet are bare against cool tile. Someone spins me suddenly, and I laugh again, breathless and free.“Careful,” a man’s voice says.A man.His hands are on my waist, strong and easy, like they’ve always belonged there. I look up at him, smiling automatically—And my chest tightens.It’s not Adrian. It's a different man.The world snaps violently back into focus.I jerk upright in bed, a sharp gasp tearing out of my throat like I’ve been underwater for too long. My heart is pounding so hard it hurts, slamming against my ribs as if trying to escape. The room swi
Adrian’s POV…….The chessboard sat between Andrew and me like a battlefield frozen in time.Morning light filtered through the tall windows of the study, catching on the polished black-and-white squares. The house was quiet and th servants that helped me clean, were always gone before Sophia could wake up.She was still asleep upstairs. I’d checked twice. The second time, I stood at her door longer than necessary, listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing, grounding myself in the simple fact that she was still here.Still mine to love and protect.“Your move,” Andrew said, tapping the edge of the board.I looked down, my eyes tracing the pieces without really seeing them. My mind wasn’t on strategy—it was on something else or rather, someone else.Andrew gave me a look.“You’re distracted,” Andrew observed.I moved my knight anyway, a sharp, decisive motion. “I usually am.”That earned a quiet chuckle from him. Andrew leaned back in his chair, one hand resting over his chair. “
Sophia’s POV……I stood outside Adrian’s door longer than I meant to.The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that made my thoughts echo too loudly. My heart wouldn’t slow down, each beat a reminder of the kiss from earlier—the way it had lingered on my mouth, the way it had unsettled something deep inside me.I raised my hand.Knocked.The door opened almost immediately, like he’d been standing there on the other side the entire time.“Sophia?” His brows drew together slightly. “Are you okay?”I swallowed. “Can I come in?”He hesitated—not long, but long enough for me to notice. Then he stepped aside.His room was darker than the rest of the house, lit only by a bedside lamp. It smelled faintly of him—clean, warm, grounding. I stood awkwardly near the door while he closed it behind me.“What’s wrong?” he asked gently.“I don’t know,” I admitted. “That’s the problem.”He leaned against the dresser, arms folded loosely, watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “Sophia… if







