Sophia
“Uhmmm, no, I can't, you don't have to worry about that Miss Sophia, all you need now is a lot of rest.” The initial hesitation in his voice made me think he was asked not to say a word. “But… I tried to say, and before I could put my words together, he already left the ward room. Great! “You don't seem to have a trace of memory of who could have possibly brought you here Soph?” Lindsay asked, looking deep into my eyes as if she wanted to read my mind. “No, I can't seem to put together anything right now Lindy” I winced in discomfort and frustration, the pain in my head intensified the more I tried to put in place the things that happened to me before now. It came as dim flashes, I tried to gain control of myself, as I laid down and drifted to deep sleep. Next morning I squeezed my eyes open, as the buzzing sound from my phone woke me up, “Who in their right senses would want to talk to someone this early!" I turned and grabbed my phone, because this was the third time it rang. “Are we on line with Miss Sophia Davies?” “Yes, how may I help you? “We're calling from the ‘We Care Fertility Clinic’, please we need your presence urgently at the clinic” The voice was a familiar male voice. “Is there a problem?” I asked, “what could they possibly need me for now?” My curiosity piqued. I thought everything was already a wrap a few days ago. “Yes, there is a big problem." The male voice came again. A big problem! “Okay, I'll be there as soon as possible!” I said, preparing myself mentally for the worst that could happen. My life has always been full of surprises, what more could surprise me now. I feel much better now, I think I'm good to go. I thought to myself, looking at myself in the restroom mirror. My brown curly blonde hair matched my hazel eyes, and pointed nose. I looked a bit pale, I was lost looking at myself in the mirror, until I remembered my appointment. Lindsay already left yesterday evening since she had something important to attend to. I arrived at the clinic twenty minutes later, I waved at the receptionist with a smile, and walked down to Dr. Brown's office. He had an uneasy expression that would tell anyone that something was amiss. “Miss Sophia Davis”, he called out my name, and took his gaze to the window. I watched how he furrowed his brows, beads of sweat breaking out from his forehead even with the air conditioner on. I wondered what could possibly be wrong, did I pay my bills to the wrong account? Or did I do something wrong which I wasn't supposed to do before, during or after the procedure? I can't even think straight right now. “Can you go ahead to tell me what exactly the problem is? I honestly do not like this suspense.” I said, trying to be calm as ever. “Uhmmm, there was a mistake in the insemination procedure, and…” Dr Brown struggled to say as if his words got choked up in his throat. "And what? I rubbed my temple, already frustrated by this drama. “The sperm injected into you belongs to, I mean to say, the child you're carrying is not your husband's, it belongs to Mr. Ethan Williams, the future heir to the Williams … “What!!! What are you saying!" I couldn't believe my ears. “I'm so sorry ma'am, the sperm was mistakenly swapped with that of your husband's sperm, I can't seem to explain how this happened” "I know this is going to cause a lot of damage to my name, and I'm ready to take up for the consequences." Dr Brown confessed, his gaze made me feel unsettling, but what has he done now, how do I erase this mistake. I want this child too. Looking at Dr, Brown, one could tell he was still a young doctor, who had barely had up to two years of experience. He could lose his license or even go to jail at this very young age for this terrible mistake. Jeez! That is going to be bad. Wait, did he say Ethan Williams?I'm carrying his child? “See that it's perfect, I do not tolerate mistakes” his words rang through my head, that very day he visited the coffee house. This is bad, Ethan Williams is a very dangerous person. “Do you have any idea who Mr Ethan Williams is, and how bad this situation is Dr. Brown? I asked, furrowing my brows at him. "Yes, I do know ma'am, even more than you do. He doesn't tolerate mistakes, he always sees to it that everything that he does is perfect , and I just have to take it in and face the consequences.” he said, bowing down his face in shame. “You must be very disappointed in me, in this clinic as a whole, this is a very terrible mistake, nothing like this has ever happened.” I watched him blame himself, as he cursed under his breath. “Mom, will be very disappointed in me too” he murmured, but I could hear his words clearly. “Mmmm, sorry I didn't mean to say that in front of you, it's nothing.” He said, fixing his gaze to the window. “You can tell me," I said, giving him a go ahead look. He hesitated for a while before speaking up. "My dad never cared about my mum. My mom caught dad cheating with another woman when she came back from the grocery store. My dad was no longer interested in her, and made her sign a divorce agreement.” “My mom didn't realize she was pregnant then, because my mum was married to my dad for five years without a child, which made him take the advantage of being unfaithful.” “It has always been my mom who has catered for me, and trained me during my years in college. It has always been my dream to become an Obstetrician Gynecologist. But now, the rest of my life will be spent in jail.” “I wish I could take back the hands of time to correct this horrible mistake” he covered his face with his palm, and began to sob. I felt a pang of compassion for him, and it resonated deeply within me. “That’s Alright, Dr. Brown. So who then is carrying my husband's child, that should be the surrogate mother right? I asked, getting irritated by the word ‘husband’. "Uhmm, that, the sperm’s count was way too low, and couldn’t even impregnate the surrogate. He confessed, and I gasped. So that means my foster sister is not pregnant for Liam?—Sophia’s POV I couldn’t breathe. The voice on the phone was calm—too calm. Measured like a scalpel. And every word sliced deeper than the last. “I was paid… but not by Maurice. He’s just the face.” A pause. Then a slow inhale, like she was savoring this. “There’s someone else behind this. Someone who’s been planning it longer than any of you realize.” I swallowed. Hard. My throat burned. My fingers dug into the armrest as Ethan leaned closer, trying to catch the voice. “Who are you?” I asked again, this time sharper. Louder. “I used to work at the clinic,” she replied, soft. Almost nostalgic. “I handled records. Samples. It was supposed to be just another job—until I got an offer I couldn’t refuse.” My heart pounded. “You… you were the one who switched the donor?” She chuckled. “Sweetheart, I did more than switch the donor. I buried the real paperwork. Scrambled the files. Do you really think a place like that doesn’t have a backup plan?” I pressed the ph
—Sophia’s POV And then— The doorbell rang. Three sharp chimes. Not frantic. Not hesitant. Calculated. Ethan didn’t move. Neither did I. But something inside me cracked. A thread pulled too tight for too long. Snapped. I stood. My knees didn’t feel like they were mine, but I walked anyway. Down the hall. Past the framed photos Ethan had never hung. Past the quiet portraits of a life we were barely holding onto. Ethan reached the door first. He didn’t ask who it was. He already knew. He pulled it open. And there she stood. Ivory. In black. Always black. Like grief she never had to feel. Like poison that knew it was beautiful. Behind her, two lawyers. And just over Ivory’s shoulder… Luna. In white. Pregnant. Except—she wasn’t. Not really. But the bump beneath her coat was too deliberate. Too round. Too planned. “You’ve got five seconds to walk away,” Ethan said. Ivory smiled like it was a compliment. “I’d reconsider threats, Julian,” s
—Sophia's POV The storm outside raged louder, but it was nothing compared to what roared inside me.Ivory.And Luna.Together.That combination was gasoline and a lit match—and we were the target.I barely blinked as Ethan barked orders into his phone, his voice cold and direct. "I want cameras on every block she could walk. I want the building bugged. If they so much as breathe wrong, I want to hear it."He hung up, jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grind. The kind of rage he wore wasn’t loud. It simmered. Quiet, lethal.“What do you think they’re planning?” I asked, my voice hoarse.He didn’t answer right away. He just stared through the rain-slicked glass as if he could see through buildings, through lies, straight into their intentions.“She’s not back just to gloat,” he finally said. “Ivory doesn’t waste effort unless she’s aiming to finish something.”“And Luna…?” I asked.His eyes flicked to mine. “Luna’s petty. Easily manipulated. Ivory’s using that. Feeding her ju
— Sophia’s POV (Aria)He said it like a vow.“Then we burn his world first.”And I believed him. Not because he was Ethan Williams—the ruthless billionaire with a ledger of enemies—but because he was Julian. The boy who once swore to protect me with nothing but his fists and a stolen apple clutched in one hand.But this wasn’t the orphanage. This was war.We were back inside the nursery, the air tense with truths that refused to settle. The silence wasn't quiet. It was thick, jagged. He paced. I stood still.“Cameron escaped.”The words gnawed at me.“How the hell?”“Marcus is tracing every route,” Ethan said, jaw sharp. “He’s using his old family ties. Ex-military contacts, and…” he paused, something flickering in his eyes, “the Black Chamber.”My breath hitched. I hadn’t heard that name in years.“You called them back in?”His silence was enough.My stomach twisted. That organization didn’t just trace leaks. They erased them.The tension between us tightened again, but not from mist
— Ethan’s POVMarcus’s name hung in my mind like a bullet fired too close. Cameron.My trusted legal director. My confidant. My bloodline enforcer. And now—a leak."Say it again," I muttered, tone hollow."Cameron," Marcus replied, steady.Lightning struck in my chest.Cameron betrayed me. Sold our secrets: my offshore shifts, inheritance protocols, the works. To Maurice and Luna."Get eyes on him. Lock down every route." My words were stone, final."I saw it coming," I muttered later, to no one.At the penthouse, Sophia rocked gently in the nursery, cradle-side. The way she watched our son… it hit me, deep. I lingered by the doorway, breathing him in."You okay?" I asked. She met my eyes.She closed them. "Yeah. He kicked again."Relief mingled with dread.I confessed: "Someone leaked intel to Maurice." She tensed."I know who," I said, voice low.A beat. Then she patted the floor."Sit."I did.There, in the cocoon of crib’s shadow, I found something: vulnerability. She brushed knuc
— Ethan’s PovSomething was off.Not at first. But when I reached for Sophia that morning and found the bed cold, the sheets slightly wrinkled from where she’d once been—I knew. Something inside me knew.My eyes opened fast. My arm dropped to her side—warm, but empty.I sat up. Waited. Listened.Nothing. No faucet running. No soft humming in the nursery. Not even the creak of a floorboard.Just silence.My stomach twisted.I stood, chest bare, footsteps heavy on hardwood. Dawn’s blue-gray light crept in through the windows.“Sophia?” I called—low but sharp. No answer.I checked the nursery. Baby asleep—peaceful, arms thrown up like he owned the world. But no Sophia.Through every room—kitchen, living room, bathroom—I found the same emptiness. It didn’t feel right. Not after last night’s chaos. The blood. The threats. Luna and Liam crashing into our lives again.I should’ve seen this coming. Silence can scream.I grabbed my phone. No messages. I dialed her. Straight to voicemail.Fuck.