—Sophia I didn’t sleep. Not really. I laid there all night—my eyes open, staring at the ceiling like we were having a conversation. But it just stared back. Quiet. Cold. No comfort in it. Every few minutes, I’d turn over, shift, try to breathe through the panic rising in my chest, but it never left. Would I even be able to meet him like this?My heart bled with unseen blood, as I felt like it was being strangled from the inside out. I had less than an hour before I had to be at his office. Ethan. Just his name made my stomach twist. I hadn’t even picked an outfit properly—just threw something on, layered it with a coat, and tried not to look like I was falling apart from the inside. I looked in the mirror before leaving and hated what I saw. Eyes puffy, skin pale, mouth flat. My hair wouldn’t behave, and no matter how I tried to fix it, it kept slipping back into something wild. But I couldn’t be weak today. I couldn’t look like someone he could walk all over. I skipped breakfas
—Ethan They say time doesn’t wait for anyone. Maybe it doesn’t. But it sure as hell lingers when you’re trapped in a moment you don’t want to live in. I was lost in thought as I stared out of the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, I sighed deeply, I took my gaze to the dark blue skyline of Manhattan looking as cold and distant as I felt inside. The cup of coffee in my hand had gone warm. My hand suddenly felt numb, as I held on to the cup for so long. I wasn't in the mood for coffee. I wasn’t in the mood for anything. My mind was still stuck in that room—Sophia standing in front of me like a damn storm I didn’t see coming. Defiant. Angry. Terrified. She looked at me like I was the villain in her story. Maybe I was. But I didn’t have time to think about her, or the child she was carrying. Because the real storm was about to arrive. As if on cue, the familiar knock came—sharp, commanding, like always. “Come in,” I said, dropping the cup of coffee on the saucer, already braci
—Sophia I didn’t go home after I left his office. I wandered the streets of New York like a ghost in my own skin. The cold bit at my fingers, but I didn’t feel it. My mind was numb, replaying Ethan’s voice again and again—*Sign the papers, Sophia. I’m not asking anymore. I wasn’t just upset. I was wrecked. I didn’t cry. Not on the subway. Not when I pushed open the door to my apartment. Not even when I sat on my bed, still wearing the same coat, staring at nothing. Because the tears had dried up. All that was left now… was rage. Quiet, buried rage. Who the hell did he think he was? Marching in, throwing a contract at me like my child was a damn business transaction? I should hate him. But somewhere deep inside, under the anger, under the panic… there was something else. Something that terrified me even more. Curiosity. About him. About what made a man like that so cold, so calculated, so willing to take everything and give nothing back. I didn’t know why I cared. Maybe becau
—Ethan It wasn’t the glass of scotch that kept my hands shaking. I’d dealt with billion-dollar mergers, asset bleeding lawsuits, and boardroom coups where one wrong sentence could cost me everything. But none of those had ever made my chest feel this tight—like something inside me was fraying, pulling apart thread by thread. I couldn’t stop thinking about Sophia. The look in her eyes when she said, “You can't control my life.” God. It was like someone had pierced me a knife directly to my chest. I wasn’t even mad she stood up to me. I was… thrown. I’m not used to being defied—especially not like that. Especially not by someone who had every reason to play it safe. But she didn’t. She stood there, trembling, pregnant, fragile-looking as hell… and still refused to back down. Like some wild, cornered creature refusing to die quietly. And I don’t know what that did to me, but it did something. The contract was still untouched on my desk. Blank signature lines staring back at me like
—Ethan I shouldn't have sounded so mean to her. God, I couldn't take the memory of the way she looked at me… like I was the villain in her life, like I had intentions of ruining her life. And what did I do? I walked away. Like a goddamn coward. I poured another glass. Didn’t even bother with ice this time. The burn felt necessary. Like maybe if it hurt enough going down, it’d shut the rest of me up. The silence in this place—it’s not peace. It’s noise. It’s loud and empty at the same time. And I deserved every bit of it. I hadn’t meant to be cruel. Not really. But being kind? That doesn’t come easy when all you've known is betrayal wearing the face of someone who once said they loved you. I let the scotch sit on my tongue for a second too long before swallowing it whole. The burn didn’t help. Of course it didn’t. The elevator dinged behind me. I didn’t look. I didn’t need to. Only one person walks in here without an invitation and still expects to walk out alive. “Julian.”
—Sophia’s POV The steady hum of the coffee machine in the corner did absolutely nothing to calm the rising chaos in my chest. It had been days. Days since I last saw him, Ethan. Since I sat across from him in that cold, soul-sucking office while he tried to twist everything — bend me, break me — using his money like a leash I never asked for. I’ll take care of the baby, but only if you sign this contract.” His voice... God, his voice. Calm. Cold. Like none of this meant a damn thing to him. Like I was just some disposable piece in a game he’d already decided he’d win. I was pregnant. With his child. And I didn’t even know if I wanted to raise this baby with his name looming over it. His presence was a shadow I couldn’t outrun, and the more I tried, the more it clung. I used to be so sure of things — now, I didn’t even know who I was. Everything felt foggy. Distant. Like I was watching my life on a movie series, and no matter how loud I thought I screamed, no one could hear me,
—Ethan’s POV I didn’t even glance at the time. Meetings blurred. Papers signed themselves. Voices droned like insects in a vacuum. I was physically there—but mentally? Somewhere else entirely. Somewhere I couldn’t name, but her face kept dragging me back. Sophia. It wasn’t guilt. Guilt is what people feel when they have a conscience. I had walls where that used to be. But even stone... remembers. I had some of my men out there keeping an eye on her. Why wouldn't I? She's carrying my child. Eyes were watching her, and when a picture of her was sent to me. I could see the pain, and vulnerability in her eyes. Somehow, I didn't like the fact that she was still working at that cafe, but would she ever listen to me? I didn’t blame her though. I couldn't stop staring at her picture, zooming in and out like I could find answers in her eyes. Those eyes —She didn't look like everything was alright with her. Gosh, It feels like I'm losing my mind now. I had just closed my laptop when
—Sophia The sheets weren’t hospital sheets. They were softer. Smelled faintly like something expensive and clean… too clean. Not bleach. For a moment, It felt like a dream. I tried to sit up—but I lay down back immediately, and the dull ache in my head reminded me it wasn’t a dream. I had fainted. At the café. On the floor. Like I didn’t have a spine or sense or… a baby to protect. My hand moved instinctively to my belly. Still there. Still real. Still terrifying. The room was quiet. Spacious. Dim lighting. The curtains were open just enough to let the city peek through like a stranger pressing its face against glass. I wasn’t in my apartment. And I'm sure as hell I wasn’t in the hospital. My heart skipped. The door creaked. I didn’t even have the energy to flinch. Ethan walked in—no knock, no hesitation. Just all sharp edges and unreadable silence. “You’re awake.” I stared. “Where the hell am I?” “My house.” My throat burned. “I didn’t agree to this.” “You passed out.
—SophiaHe didn’t say a word the whole ride back.Not one.His hand stayed clenched on his thigh. Jaw tight. Eyes locked on the road even though he wasn’t the one driving.I didn’t need him to speak. I could feel it. Whatever Natalie said had hit deeper than anything before.Inheritance.Deadline.A child.Everything suddenly made sense in a way I wish it didn’t.I turned to him, needing to ask. “Was that why you wanted the baby?”His eyes met mine—sharp, startled. Then it darkened.“No,” he snapped. Then softer, “No, Sophia. It wasn’t about that. Not in the beginning. Not when I found out you were carrying my child.”“Then when?”He hesitated.And that hesitation was louder than anything else.My heart cracked a little. But I stayed quiet.Let him sit in the silence he’d made.When we got back, I didn’t go upstairs with him. I walked straight into the kitchen and poured a glass of water, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I heard his footsteps quietly behind me.“I was ten,” he said qui
—SophiaIt’s weird how silence can feel louder than noise.Ethan hadn’t said anything since we got to the driveway.Not even after Felix confirmed that Natalie—his trusted assistant—had vanished with files, footage, and God knows what else. She’d been feeding Luna and Ivory everything. Every move we made. Every crack in the glass.I didn’t want to believe it either.But the photo of me sleeping… taken inside Ethan’s room…It was too real. Too close.There was no denying it now. We’d let the enemy sit at our table, pour our drinks, and hold our secrets.I followed Ethan into the house quietly. The staff didn’t say a word, acting like they couldn’t feel how tense everything was. Ethan didn’t stop to talk. He walked straight to his study room and slammed the door.I wanted to follow him.But I needed a second. Just one.I leaned my back against the wall, a million thoughts going on through my mind. My heart raced, and I felt like I was going to break. I felt so tired. So scared. And so a
SophiaI kept staring at the message on my screen, with a million thoughts running through my mind. My thumb shook a little as it hovered over it. I didn't want to believe it was real, that she's in my life again. Not again “Hope you’re having fun playing little princess, dear sis. Let’s see how long this fun lasts. Xoxo.”She always signed off like that. Like venom wrapped in lace.Luna.I knew she had something to do with this.I just knew what she was capable of. I felt it deep down, like a bad memory I didn’t want to think about but couldn’t ignore.I slipped out of bed quietly. Ethan was in his study again, probably tearing through files or tracking down whoever leaked the documents. I couldn’t let him see how broken I was. Shaking. Spiraling.I walked quietly to the guest room, locked the door behind me,and sat on a chair close to the bed. I held my phone so tight like it would disappear if I didn't. I hit the call button. She picked up after one ring.“Finally,” Luna’s vo
—SophiaI couldn’t sleep.Not with her voice still ringing in my head.“I’ve already lit the match.”Ivory.I didn’t know her. I hadn’t even seen her. But just her name… it made my skin crawl. The way Ethan froze when he heard her voice. The way he didn’t answer when I asked who it was.It told me everything I needed to know.There are women who haunt. Who leave bruises even after they’ve gone. Ivory, whoever she was, still had a part of Ethan.Or maybe... a part of him was still hers.I sat by the window, knees to my chest, watching the lights flicker across the city skyline. It was late. Too late. The whole house was quiet. Except me.And him.He hadn’t come back upstairs. It’d been hours since he walked out of the study after the call. I told myself I didn’t care, but every sound from downstairs made my heart thump faster.I hated this.This uncertainty. This fear that no matter how close we got, something would always pull us apart again.Footsteps echoed faintly.Then the door cr
—SophiaI sat on the cold marble floor, the whole scene replaying back in my head. The silence after the gunshot was thicker than the blood already seeping through Maurice’s shirt. The guards held his slumped body between them, stunned. One of them swore under his breath, the other just blinked like he wasn't surprised about the scene. Ethan stood there like he was calculating something, he lowered his gun. His expression didn’t change—not even a flinch. It was like he'd just closed a door inside himself, and whatever was on the other side was dead too.I followed him behind, because I needed an explanation—of everything.I knocked slightly on the door, and it opened.“I want the truth. All of it. No more hiding.” I said, and he nodded. "Ethan..." I whispered again, voice shaking as I tried to steady my balance from my trembling legs. "He was already restrained.""He deserved more than restraint," Ethan said, his voice like stone. "He aimed a gun at you. That wasn’t mercy. That wa
—SophiaThe sound tore through the air. A gunshot.Loud. Sharp. Like the world cracked open.Before I could scream, Ethan shoved me to the ground. Hard. His body crashed over mine. My back hit the marble—cold, unforgiving. His breath hit my cheek, ragged. Fast.“Don’t move,” he whispered. More like a warning than comfort.I couldn’t even breathe. My whole body froze.Another sound—footsteps. Fast. Heavy. Getting closer.Then—boom. Another shot.The chandelier exploded above us. Glass shattered and fell. Pieces hit the floor like tiny screams.Ethan pulled me behind the couch, his grip tight.“What the hell is going on?” I choked.He didn’t answer. Just reached into his coat.And pulled out a gun.My stomach flipped. “You’ve had that on you?”His eyes met mine. Cold. Like now wasn’t the time to ask.A voice echoed from the hall.“Julian Williams! You think you can erase me?”That voice—My whole body went numb.Maurice.It was him.Ethan’s face changed. Jaw tight. Stone-cold.“Stay her
—EthanShe didn’t say another word.Just walked back to the car like her legs were barely holding her up. She didn’t look back. Not even once.And I let her go.Not because I didn’t want to chase her.But because I knew if I touched her now—if I said too much—I’d lose whatever thread was still tying us together.This wasn’t the moment to unravel.I stayed in that old house, alone, long after the engine of the car disappeared into the distance. The silence wasn’t peaceful. It was haunted.I could still hear the slam of my uncle’s belt against the wall, the thud of my body hitting the cold floor, the sound of my own voice praying to a god that never answered.And now… now I was about to drag the only person who ever meant anything to me into the same darkness.What kind of man did that make me?I left the house as the sun started to dip behind the trees. Called my driver. I couldn’t trust the roads tonight—not with the way my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.When I got back to the penthouse
—SophiaThe ride there was dead quiet, but not the kind of quiet that felt peaceful. No music. No small talk. Just Ethan’s fingers tapping the wheel like they had a mind of their own and his jaw locked so tight it looked like pain.I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t have the strength to. My head was still spinning from everything that had just unraveled. Julian. Aria. Me. Him. The test. The phone call. The silence between all the noise.He rolled up in front of that ancient stone house, the kind that seemed to be hiding from the rest of the world just beyond the city limits. It was one of those places that time just slipped right past, leaving it looking a bit worn and forgotten.Ivy clung to the cracked walls like it had grown tired of holding on, and all the windows were shut so tight, it felt like whatever memories lived inside were better left buried.“This was the first place I ever hated,” he muttered, cutting the engine.I stared at him. “What is this place?”“My uncle’s house.”
—Sophia I didn’t sleep. Even after the truth cracked the silence wide open, I couldn’t close my eyes. I couldn’t shut my brain off, couldn’t stop the ache in my chest or the hum of disbelief that buzzed under my skin like static. Julian. His name was Julian. My Julian. And I was Aria. I hadn’t said that name in years. Not out loud. Not in a whisper. It was buried—deep, behind everything I’d built to survive. My past. My pain. My reason for being who I am. But he knew it. He said it like it still mattered. Like it never stopped meaning something. I sat by the window in Ethan’s—Julian’s—house, hugging my knees to my chest, the blanket falling off my shoulder, forgotten. The city outside was waking up. Or maybe it never really slept. Lights blinked. Horns honked. Life kept moving while mine stood still. I looked at the bracelet on my hand, as my hand brushed it slightly. The same one from twelve years ago, that held memories. The A.J. I never took off. Not even when I thought