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
SophiaBy the time my morning classes end, my brain feels overworked. Business ethics had been a debate-heavy session, and my marketing professor spent nearly an hour analyzing case studies that blurred the lines between innovation and manipulation. I should feel invigorated, but I don’t.Maybe it’s the lingering weight of Professor Grayson’s lecture. Or maybe it’s the growing awareness that I don’t truly belong here. At least, not yet.I need a break.The moment I step outside, the crisp air carries the scent of freshly brewed coffee and grilled food. The canteens on campus are bustling, filled with students laughing over meals, some buried in their laptops, others deep in hushed conversations.I pick one that looks both cozy and modern. The large glass windows allow plenty of sunlight inside, and the interior is a blend of soft wooden tones and industrial metal accents. A peaceful place—at least compared to the lecture halls.I step up to the counter and scan the menu. I don’t have
ChloeThe rich aroma of roasted meat fills the kitchen, blending with the scent of the spiced vegetables I just finished sautéing. I stir the sauce one last time, letting the thick mixture coat the back of the spoon before I turn off the stove. Everything is coming together perfectly.Nathan likes it when I do this—when I slip into the role of the perfect wife. He enjoys the idea of a woman who takes care of him, who makes home feel like a sanctuary. Most days, I let the housekeepers handle the domestic details, but tonight is different. Tonight, I need something from him.I glance at the dining table, making sure everything is in place. Candles flicker softly, their glow bouncing off the polished silverware. A bottle of expensive wine sits in the center, ready to be poured. I smirk to myself. This is exactly the kind of setting that puts Nathan in a good mood.Once the final touches are done, I retreat to the bedroom. I take my time in the bathroom, running a hot bath and sinking int
AlexI check my watch again. It’s been over an hour since Sophia was supposed to show up.At first, I tell myself she’s just running late. Maybe something came up—traffic, an extra class, a last-minute errand. But when my calls go unanswered and my messages stay unread, my patience wears thin.Something doesn’t feel right.I grab my car keys and head out, tracking her phone’s location to her new apartment. The logical part of my brain tells me I’m overreacting, but the other part—the one that’s seen how reckless my half-brother, Nathan can be—refuses to take chances.By the time I reach her building, it’s dark. I park haphazardly, slam the door shut, and make my way up. A neighbor, an older woman carrying a bag of groceries, gives me a suspicious look when I stop near her apartment door.“Looking for someone?” she asks.“Sophia Mitchell,” I reply, keeping my voice even. “She moved in recently.”The woman’s expression softens a little. “Ah, the young lady in 3B. I haven’t seen her much
AlexI shrug, completely unapologetic. “Yeah.” She blinks like she can’t decide whether to be mad or impressed. “Are you serious?” she demands. I lean against the counter, arms crossed. “Dead serious.” Sophia lets out a frustrated sound, rubbing her temple. “Alex, do you even hear yourself? That’s a complete invasion of privacy!” I arch an eyebrow. “Says the person who vanishes without warning, ignores all calls and texts, and leaves no explanation.” I tilt my head. “If I were the paranoid type, I’d say you were the one acting suspicious.” She scowls. “I was unpacking. Not running a criminal operation.” “Well, unpacking doesn’t usually involve going completely off the grid.” I wave my phone in front of her. “You didn’t cancel our meeting. You didn’t even check your phone. For all I knew, you could’ve been lying in a ditch somewhere.” Her glare deepens. “So your solution was to track me?” I smirk. “It worked, didn’t it?” Sophia huffs, muttering something under her b
SophiaI lean back against the couch, my half-eaten bowl of noodles sitting forgotten on the coffee table. The air feels different now—not as tense, not as suffocating. Alex is still here, lounging on the other side of the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him, looking way too comfortable for someone who just scolded me for not answering my phone.The weight of everything still presses on me—the lawsuit, the rumors, the way Nathan and Chloe are controlling the public narrative. But I don’t feel as alone in it as I did earlier.“You know,” I say, my voice quieter than I expect, “I never thought I’d be in this position.”Alex glances at me, waiting for me to continue.I shake my head. “Divorced. Fighting for my reputation, my career… my life.”He nods, his expression unreadable. “Life has a way of throwing curveballs.”I scoff. “Yeah. But I’m not giving up. Not this time.”“Good.” His tone is firm, certain. “Because you’re stronger than you think, Mitchell. And you’ve got a
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
AlexAs the sun dipped below the ridge, the entire forest was holding its breath. The news was out. The world had seen it.We waited now.We didn't say much that evening. I watched Sophia sitting against the rig's weathered hull, legs outstretched, one hand resting low on her belly as if a secret. She wasn't conscious that she did this. As if her body already knew there was something, someone... growing inside her.God.I hadn't made up my mind what to do with that information.Every time I looked at her, I saw the woman who might bring down empires. And now, I also saw what weight she carried. Not of blood or of lineage. But of the life we might have lived.And I wasn't ready for it.Not because I didn't want it.Because I wasn't sure that I deserved it.Sophia looked up, noticing me staring at her. "You okay?" she asked, her voice cheerful, but there was tension brewing just below the surface, like a note sustained too long.I nodded. "Just thinking."She cocked an eyebrow. "Dangero
SophiaThe cabin felt smaller than it previously had.It wasn't just the walls closing in. It was the weight of his words—"We expose him tomorrow"—and the sound of Nathan on the radio, painting me as a saboteur. Every shadow was more pronounced, every breath harder.I woke up before dawn again, the cold wooden floorboards beneath my feet. Lina was still asleep on the worn rug, curled up in a ball as if she could wish herself away. I walked outside silently. The forest was wet—dew droplets on every leaf, the world trembling with possibility.I clamped my hand across my stomach as a second wave of nausea washed over me. The pregnancy was still a secret that Alex and I shared, and I hated how it seemed to grow with every passing day. Fatigue engulfed me like a blanket that I couldn't shake; my body no longer belonged just to Sophia.I didn't say that fear to Alex yet. I wrapped my arms around myself as wind blew across my shoulders and stared at the mist.A stick snapped behind me. I tur