Nathan's POVThe morning sun filtered through the blinds of my office, casting long shadows across the room. I sat at my desk, the remnants of last night's chaos still evident in the scattered papers and the shattered phone screen. The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me.I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled under my chin, contemplating the next move. The board meeting was in two days, and the court appearance loomed ominously on the horizon. Sophia and Alex had played their hand, but they underestimated me. They always did.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. Chloe entered, her expression unreadable. She placed a fresh cup of coffee on my desk and took a seat across from me."We need to talk," she said, her tone serious.I raised an eyebrow. "About?""The board. I've been reaching out to some of the members. There's a split. Some are leaning towards Alex, especially with the allegations against you."I scoffed. "They wouldn't dare.""Don't
Nathan’s pov The board meeting was over but I had a silly smile on my face. I walked to my office with a silly smirk on my face. I passed by Sophia and Alex my stupid ass brother. If looks could kill I would be on the floor right now but I had no intention of actually looking at their disgusting faces. Sophi had gone to date my brother, keeping me away from my daughter and I wanted all of them to burn in hell for it.I sat down in my office when Evans walked into the office with Tony, Evans had a serious scowl on his face.“What's with everyone scowling? Is this not what we planned?”“No!” Evans yelled at me like a child but it didn't matter.The burst open and Chole walked in and her face spelled worry. She walked up to me with a ‘are you okay’ look.“What the hell is going on? I go on vacation for a week and you are trending to be suspended and you are being investigated for attempted murder?” Chloe looked from me to evans and tony–who really look like he did not give a shit about
Sophia’s POVThe message was short, deliberate, and blisteringly clear.Board meeting scheduled. Emergency protocol invoked. Attendance is mandatory. 7:00 AM sharp.I hit send before I could second-guess myself. The moment the notification disappeared from my screen, a strange calm settled over me. The kind that hits just before a storm, not the eye of it—but that breathless anticipation of destruction. My fingers are steady now. Purpose had that effect.Mark turned toward me, brow raised. “Are you sure you want to go this route tonight?”“No,” I said, standing up straighter, “but I have to.”Julian looked up from his laptop. “We’ll need everything airtight by morning. You don’t want to walk into that room half-cocked.”“I won’t.” I walked to the table and began collecting the relevant files, scanning every line of Nathan’s carefully plotted trap. His wording was clever—subtle, plausible deniability woven into every clause. But I knew what he was doing. And I could beat him at it.Ale
Sophia’s POVThe room was quiet, too quiet, save for the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. It was nearly midnight, but sleep felt like a foreign concept. We had made it out alive, but the weight of what had happened tonight pressed down on my chest like a stone.Mark stood by the window, phone to his ear, issuing orders in that clipped, commanding tone he used when things were spiraling. Alex paced beside the table we’d set up, files, and monitors spread across it like a battlefield. Julian sat on the edge of the couch, tapping furiously at his laptop, trying to trace the identities of the men Nathan had sent.And me?I sat in the corner, my fingers trembling as I clutched a mug of tea I hadn’t taken a sip from. My mind refused to slow down. Every second replayed in agonizing clarity—the moment Nathan slid that signed document toward me, the sound of gunfire, the way Alex had pulled me through that door like his life depended on it.Because it had,our life had seriously depende
Sophia’s POVThe drive to the meeting spot was tense. My fingers drummed against the steering wheel, my mind racing with every possible scenario. Nathan was unpredictable, and though I had agreed to meet him alone, I wasn’t foolish enough to go completely unprotected. Mark had insisted on having a team nearby, hidden but ready to intervene if things went south. Alex had reluctantly agreed, though his jaw had been clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack. "If anything—anything—happens, you signal them immediately," he had growled before I left, gripping my shoulders like he wanted to forbid me from going altogether. I had kissed him, lingering just long enough to reassure him. "I’ll be fine. Trust me."Now, as I pulled into the dimly lit parking lot of the upscale restaurant Nathan had chosen, I steeled myself. This place was one of his favorites—private, exclusive, and most importantly, his territory. The hostess recognized me immediately, her smile tight. "Mr. Carter
Sophia’s pov"Sophia, thank goodness you're back," he said, rushing towards me. "We need to talk."My heart sank. What now?I got down from the car and took Lina along. The nanny for Lina was already outside waiting, I handed her over to her.“Lina, be a good girl, and mummy will come back to check up on you, okay?” She nodded and hugged me tight before she ran inside with her nanny. I turned to Alex, who stood there, waiting for the conversation to be over.“So, what is so important that you wouldnt wait for me to drop our daughter.“ I frowned.He pulled me closed to his chest as he placed a little kiss on my lips, “Hey, don't be mad at me. I'm sorry.” he kissed me again and I just melted in his arms. “Fine, you are forgiven, but do not do that again,” I said to him as I snuggled into his warm embrace.“Sure.”“So, let’s get on with business. What's the problem.” I asked“We organized a meeting with the company’s board, but it wouldn't pull through.” Alex broke the news.“What? Why
Sophia’s POVI sat in the dimly lit nursery, my fingers gently tracing the edge of Lina’s crib as I watched her sleep. Her tiny chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her soft curls splayed across the pillow. The quiet hum of the baby monitor was the only sound in the room, but my mind was anything but calm. Nathan’s lawsuit weighed heavily on me. The idea that he was trying to take Lina away—and now, claiming rights to the baby I was carrying—made my stomach twist. I placed a protective hand over my still-flat abdomen, my jaw tightening. He doesn’t get to do this.A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see Alex standing there, her expression a mix of concern and exhaustion. “Sophia, you should rest,” he murmured, stepping inside. “You’ve been in here for hours.” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I can’t. Not when Nathan is—” “I know.” He cut me off gently, placing a hand on my shoulder. “But stressing yourself won’t help Lina or the baby.” I swallo
Nathan’s pov “What the actually hell is going on here?” I asked my private investigator and my lawyer who sat down in my office facing me. “Sir, this case is not as simple as it seems. We shouldn't have filed for the lawsuit first, and even if Lina is your daughter, it doesn't mean the pregnancy is yours.” My lawyer, Evans said to me and I was pissed off. I slammed my fist on the table hard, as it startled both of them. “I need to get Sophia under my wings. I need custody of Lina and my unborn child. The child she is carrying is mine and I don't need a court order to tell me how I poured into my little cum bucket.” Evans exchanged looks with me, “maybe you can come to a conclusion. Have your tried talking to her?” “Who?” “Sophia, your ex-wife?” “What should I be talking to a slut who would not want to be anything else but to be attached to my family name for the fucking money. She went as far to screw my brother.” I picked up he glass of whiskey and drank it angrily. “Wasn't i
Sophia’s POVFor the first time in weeks, the morning was still.No court summons. No press statements. No chaos.Just the golden spill of sunlight across Alex’s bare chest as he slept beside me, one arm tucked under his head, the other curled protectively around my waist. I watched him for a moment, letting myself simply be—no masks, no fear. Just me. Just him.He stirred, eyes blinking open, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Staring at me again?”“You talk in your sleep,” I teased, brushing a lock of hair off his forehead.He stretched lazily. “Let me guess. I professed my love and undying devotion again?”“You accused me of stealing the covers.”He chuckled, pulling me closer. “Well, did you?”“Absolutely,” I said with a grin, “and I’d do it again.”He rolled on top of me in one swift movement, bracing his weight on his forearms, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Thief.”“Guilty,” I whispered, breath catching as his lips found my collarbone. “But I’d like to plea for leniency.”“Denie