SophiaBy the time I pull up to my apartment, my mood is downright foul. The conversation with my mother still rings in my ears, grating on my nerves. I shouldn’t have picked up the call, but some part of me—maybe out of habit, maybe out of guilt—hadn’t let it go to voicemail.I take a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel for a moment before exhaling and stepping out. I sigh, massaging my temple before stepping out of the car. At least the moving company isn’t here yet—I have a few moments to myself.But the pizza guy is. It's refreshing to see something’s going right.I wave him over, and he jogs up with the box in hand, his bright red cap tilted slightly as he reads my name on the receipt. “Large pepperoni?”“That’s me.” I take the box.“That’ll be $5,” he says, holding out the card machine.I swipe my card and, after a moment of thought, slip him a tip in cash. His face lights up. “Thanks a lot! Have a great day.”I give him a tight-lipped smile and take the box, already antici
SophiaThe moment I drive through the grand gates of Hawthorne School of Global Commerce, I feel like I’ve stepped into another world.The campus sprawls out before me, a breathtaking blend of ancient and modern architecture. Towering stone buildings with arched windows and ivy-covered walls stand in contrast to sleek glass structures with minimalist designs. The contrast is seamless, as if centuries of business leaders have walked these halls, leaving behind both their legacy and their vision for the future.I grip the steering wheel, taking it all in. This place is massive.Pulling into the parking lot, I quickly realize I’m in a different league. The cars here aren’t just expensive—they're luxury. Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, top-tier sports cars, and chauffeur-driven black SUVs fill the lot. I glance around, wondering if these belong to faculty members or students. The thought that students could be driving these cars makes my stomach flip.What am I getting myself into?I take a stead
NathanWhen I wanted something, I got it. Simple.If it was difficult, I kept trying until I broke through whatever stood in my way. Some called it obsession, but I called it ambition. If you wanted to stay ahead in business, you had to be relentless.And yet, after all my work, after every deal I had secured and every risk I had taken, I still couldn’t figure out how the hell Sophia managed to get twenty-nine percent of my shares.I stared at my computer screen, scrolling through the transactions for the hundredth time. It made no sense. Those shares weren’t just lying around, waiting to be scooped up. And they weren’t cheap. Not in this economy. Not even with my company’s current state.People were pulling out, yes. I could admit that. But twenty-nine percent? That wasn’t just a few nervous investors jumping ship. That was a calculated move. A deliberate shift.And Sophia had pulled it off.I exhaled sharply, my fingers drumming against my desk. She shouldn’t have been able to do th
SophiaThe drive back from school is peaceful, but my mind is anything but racing with thoughts. My classes at Hawthorne School of Global Commerce are intense, and I barely have time to process everything before my phone starts ringing. I glance at the caller ID—it’s my lawyer.With a sigh, I connect the call through my car’s Bluetooth. “Hello?”“Hey, Sophia. I need you to stop by my office today,” he says, his voice calm but firm.I frown. “Is there a problem?”“Not exactly a problem,” he hedges. “Just some routine legal work. Final property transfer documents. I need your signature on a few things.”I drum my fingers on the steering wheel. “I thought all of that was settled.”“This is just a formality,” he assures me. “Shouldn’t take long.”I exhale. “Fine. I’ll be there in thirty.”My lawyers office is quiet when I arrive, and his assistant waves me in without the usual pleasantries. He’s already at his desk, flipping through a thick file when I take a seat across from him.“Alrigh
SophiaThe documents spread across Alex’s sleek black desk form a chaotic puzzle of numbers, accounts, and transactions that don’t quite add up. I run a hand through my hair, my brain aching as I try to connect the dots.Alex sits across from me, his eyes scanning the laptop screen with the kind of intensity that tells me he’s found something interesting. He’s been quiet for the last few minutes, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the desk.I exhale sharply. “Please tell me you’ve found something, because my head is starting to spin.”He doesn’t look up. “Oh, I’ve found plenty. None of it good.”I straighten. “What do you mean?”Alex angles the laptop so I can see. A series of financial transactions fill the screen, highlighted in red.“Every time money was moved, it coincided with a major deal or announcement from Carter Industries,” he explains. “Nathan wasn’t just funneling money for himself. He was hiding something—covering up losses, possibly shifting debt, maybe even fund
AlexMaybe telling her to stay was a mistake. I take a slow sip of whiskey, letting the burn settle in my chest. It doesn’t do much to clear the fog in my mind. My fingers tap idly against the glass as I stare at the files spread across my desk. “Stay.” The word lingers, heavier than it should. I meant it—I wasn’t about to let her drive home this late. But having her here, in my house, in my space, unsettles me in ways I don’t care to examine. It’s been years since someone other than Bellion or an overstaying business associate spent the night under this roof. The house wasn’t built for guests. It’s a fortress. A war room. A place for strategy and control. Sophia Mitchell isn’t just someone. She’s Nathan’s ex-wife. The woman caught in the wreckage of his empire. Whether she realizes it or not, she’s my problem now. A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. “Come in.” Bellion steps inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. He’s mastered the art of discretion ov
SophiaThe shrill beeping of my alarm drags me out of sleep. With a groggy sigh, I blink against the dim morning light filtering in through the heavy curtains. My body feels like lead, every limb weighed down by exhaustion. Last night drained me—not just physically but mentally.I stare at the ceiling for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. So much has changed in the past few weeks. And now, waking up in Alex Carter’s house of all places? That’s another thing I never could have predicted.I glance at my phone. No time to waste. My schedule is packed, and the last thing I need is to start the day feeling rushed.With a deep breath, I force myself out of bed. The guest room I’ve been given is luxurious, far too refined for someone just crashing for the night. Everything here is polished, elegant, and intimidatingly perfect. I half expect a hotel concierge to knock and ask if I need room service.Dragging my tired body to the bathroom, I flip on the light, rubbing my eyes before taki
SophiaThe campus hums with life as students rush to their classes, backpacks slung over their shoulders, coffee cups in hand. I adjust the strap of my bag, clutching my schedule tightly as I scan the building numbers. Lecture Hall 5. I have no idea where it is.I stop a passing student, a tall guy with headphones around his neck. “Excuse me, do you know where Lecture Hall 5 is?”He barely glances at me, pointing vaguely to the left. “That way. Third building on the right.”“Thanks,” I say, but he’s already walking away.I hurry in the direction he pointed, my heels clicking against the pavement. I hate being late, especially on my first day in this class. The Director of Admissions mentioned it’s one of the most competitive courses in the business program. I can’t afford to make a bad impression.I find the building and push through the doors, scanning the room numbers. Lecture Hall 5 is at the end of the hallway. I slip inside just as the clock strikes the hour.The room is nothing
Sophia’s POVThe morning of the press conference arrived, and my nerves were a live wire beneath my skin. The media had been relentless since Nathan’s paternity claim went public, dissecting my past, my relationship with Alex, even my pregnancy. Every headline felt like a fresh wound. Alex stood beside me in front of the floor-length mirror in our bedroom, adjusting his tie. His reflection was all sharp angles and barely contained fury, but when his eyes met mine, they softened. “You ready?” he asked, voice low. I inhaled deeply, smoothing my hands over the sleek black dress I’d chosen—elegant, professional, unshakable. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” His fingers brushed my waist, grounding me. “Remember, we control this. Not him.” I nodded, but the weight of what we were about to do pressed down on me. This wasn’t just about refuting Nathan’s lies. It was about exposing him—and Chloe—for the manipulators they were. And Julian had given us the ammunition to do it. **********
Sophia’s POVThe dining room was suffocating. Crystal chandeliers cast a cold, glittering light over the long mahogany table, the same one where I’d endured countless silent meals as a child. The air smelled of roasted lamb and expensive wine, but beneath it all lingered something bitter—resentment, lies, and the unspoken war between us. Nathan sat directly across from me, his sharp jaw clenched, his fingers drumming impatiently against the tablecloth. His dark eyes flicked to mine, and for a second, I saw the same cold calculation that had haunted me since we divorced . Chloe, seated beside him, looked like the cat who got the cream, her lips curled in a smirk as she sipped her wine. My mother, ever the gracious host, gestured for the servers to begin plating the first course. “So,” she began, her voice too bright, “how have things been with the two of you?” I forced a smile, gripping my fork a little too tightly. “Busy, but good.” Alex’s hand found my knee under the tabl
Sophia’s povNathan’s words hung in the air like a blade poised to drop. My breath hitched, my fingers instinctively curling into fists at my sides. Beside me, Alex went rigid, his grip on my waist tightening protectively. "What the hell did you just say?" Alex’s voice was low, dangerous. Nathan didn’t flinch. His dark eyes remained locked on mine, cold and calculating. "You heard me." He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Is it mine?" The accusation was like a slap. My pulse roared in my ears, my stomach twisting with fury. How dare he?I didn’t even think—my hand flew out, the sharp crack of my palm against his cheek echoing in the night air. Nathan barely staggered, but his head snapped to the side, a red mark blooming on his skin. "You disgusting bastard," I hissed. Nathan slowly turned back to face me, his lips curling into a mocking smile. "That’s not an answer." Alex moved before I could, shoving Nathan back hard enough that he stumbl
Sophia’s POVThe dining room was suffocating. Crystal chandeliers cast a cold, glittering light over the long mahogany table, the same one where I’d endured countless silent meals as a child. The air smelled of roasted lamb and expensive wine, but beneath it all lingered something bitter—resentment, lies, and the unspoken war between us. Nathan sat directly across from me, his sharp jaw clenched, his fingers drumming impatiently against the tablecloth. His dark eyes flicked to mine, and for a second, I saw the same cold calculation that had haunted me since we divorced . Chloe, seated beside him, looked like the cat who got the cream, her lips curled in a smirk as she sipped her wine. My mother, ever the gracious host, gestured for the servers to begin plating the first course. “So,” she began, her voice too bright, “how have things been with the two of you?” I forced a smile, gripping my fork a little too tightly. “Busy, but good.” Alex’s hand found my knee under the tabl
Sophia’s pov“That lying ass bastard!” I said with my voice coated with anger. “Hey, calm down.”I turned to see Alex with a glass of vodka and he stood near Julian as he worked.“Why not get this to the police? Nathan and Chleo would have been able to manipulate the board.” I told myself, as I tried to calm down.“And you think they don't have the resources to actually manipulate the police also?” Alex eyebrows went up.“Not with the letter and evidence we have.” Alex said and my phone rang.I picked it up from the table to see Chole’s name on the screen. My heart clenched, hard.“Who is it?” I lookeded to Alex waiting for a response, “Chole.”“Well, what are you waiting for? Pick it up before she suspects something.”I exhaled and then pressed on the green button, bringing the phone close to my ears.“Hello.” I said, my voice was filled with hate.“Ah, sister, that's one way to end the day.” I could hear the sarcasm in her voice.I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to play any stup
SophiaThe morning was too still.Like the air was holding its breath.I was perched on the clinic bed, IV line still leaking cool liquid into my arm. My head ached... not sharp, just dull and constant, like a warning hum before something bigger.I watched the door instead of the clock. I did not know what I was waiting for, maybe a sign that the world was ready to stop spinning. Maybe just for Alex to come in and not look like he was trying to carry everything on his shoulders.He was in the doorway a moment later.Hood pulled back, shirt untucked, eyes bloodshot.He didn't speak for a moment. Just leaned back against the frame like he wasn't sure he should come in or give me space. "Coffee?" he asked finally, raising a metal thermos."God, yes."He came over with it.I took it from him with both hands and had a sip. It was awful. Burnt. Too strong. But it was warm. It was real.Alex pulled the chair close, but didn't sit right away. His fingers drummed on the back. "You good to m
SophiaThe morning was too still.Like the air was holding its breath.I was perched on the clinic bed, IV line still leaking cool liquid into my arm. My head ached... not sharp, just dull and constant, like a warning hum before something bigger.I watched the door instead of the clock. I did not know what I was waiting for, maybe a sign that the world was ready to stop spinning. Maybe just for Alex to come in and not look like he was trying to carry everything on his shoulders.He was in the doorway a moment later.Hood pulled back, shirt untucked, eyes bloodshot.He didn't speak for a moment. Just leaned back against the frame like he wasn't sure he should come in or give me space. "Coffee?" he asked finally, raising a metal thermos."God, yes."He came over with it.I took it from him with both hands and had a sip. It was awful. Burnt. Too strong. But it was warm. It was real.Alex pulled the chair close, but didn't sit right away. His fingers drummed on the back. "You good to m
SophiaThe next day after the clinic was like being on the edge of a cliff.Alex was quiet. Still present, but at arm's length. His hands helped with the equipment, his voice came out when needed, but the warmth I'd depended on had gone away.Not vanished.But in suspension.Waiting for something, I didn't know.Maybe for the truth to catch up. Or maybe for something to burst wide open.We left the orchard just after sunrise. Lina was sleeping against my chest, no longer restless. The clinic had given us more than results, it had given us two days of peace.And I didn't know how hungry I was for quiet until it was time to leave it behind."Where now?" I asked.Alex did not look at me when he answered. "Julian says the eastern ridge has a blind spot in Nathan's surveillance net. If we camp there, we can see board activity in real time."I nodded. "Then we camp."The trail was steep. My legs ached before we'd even reached the halfway point, and my breathing was choppy than I'd have pref
SophiaWe sat beside the fire hours after it went out.It was now mere embers, burning softly, as silently as the anger I'd yet to shed.Lina was tightly swaddled under Alex's jacket, breathing even but shallowly, as if she listened in her sleep. Alex remained beside her, a guarding hand on the small of her back. He did not talk. He had not said much since Chloe's smile lit the headlines like a spent sun.I could not tell if it was pressure or peace.Either likely.I rested my elbows on the earth, steadying myself as the pre-dawn chill crept across the clearing. Less than twenty-four hours. Less than twenty-four hours since I'd put my sister's destruction in front of every viewer in the country.And already, I could feel the shift.Not victory.Not yet.But momentum.Julian sent word last night—coded, in a phony headline about crop futures. "Shareholder momentum is shifting. Carter board breaks. Keep pressure."I didn't reply.I couldn't.Because while the world was finally seeing Nat