Sophia's POV
The moment I hear his last name, my world tilts on its axis. Carter. I replay it in my mind, convincing myself that I misheard. But no, the name lingers, heavy and unmistakable. Alex Carter. The same last name as my ex-husband. The same man I’ve vowed to ruin. My fingers tighten around the stem of my champagne glass as I stare at him, my pulse hammering in my ears. His expression is unreadable—calm, composed—but I see it now. The resemblance. The sharp jawline, the piercing gaze, the way he carries himself with effortless authority. How had I not noticed before? I take a slow breath, forcing the rage down. “Tell me I’m wrong,” I say, my voice quieter than I intend, but no less dangerous. Alex doesn’t blink. “You’re not.” A slow, mocking laugh bubbles out of me before I can stop it. “Of course.” I shake my head, biting back the bitterness coating my tongue. “Of all the men in the world, I had to sleep with you.” His lips twitch, but there’s no amusement in his eyes. “Seems like fate has a twisted sense of humor.” I glare at him, my mind racing. If he’s Nathan’s brother—half-brother, I remind myself—then this isn’t just an unfortunate coincidence. This is a complication. A threat. I set my glass down with a deliberate clink and fold my arms. “Let me guess. You’re here to defend your dear brother? Tell me how I should just walk away and let him win?” Alex’s expression darkens, something sharp flashing in his gaze. “Hardly.” I narrow my eyes, waiting. He exhales slowly, swirling the whiskey in his glass before speaking. “Nathan and I share a father. That’s where our relationship ends.” His voice is controlled, but I hear the weight behind his words. “He betrayed me years ago, and I’ve been waiting for the right moment to return the favor.” A chill runs down my spine. There’s something calculated in the way he says it, a quiet promise of destruction. I watch him carefully. “What did he do to you?” A flicker of something crosses his face—anger, regret, maybe both—but it’s gone before I can decipher it. “Let’s just say you’re not the only one he’s screwed over.” I don’t trust easily. I can’t afford to. But the way Alex says it—the controlled rage in his voice, the steel behind his words—tells me he’s telling the truth. Still, I scoff, not willing to let my guard down so easily. “And what? You just happened to show up in my life, buy shares in Nathan’s company, and now we’re suddenly on the same side?” Alex tilts his head slightly. “You think I planned this?” His lips curve into something close to a smirk, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I don’t chase after women, Sophia. And I certainly don’t chase after married ones.” The heat in my cheeks is immediate, but I refuse to let him see how his words affect me. “Ex-wife,” I correct him coolly. “And if you’re expecting me to believe this is just some cosmic accident, you’re even more arrogant than I thought.” Alex studies me for a long moment, then leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “Believe what you want. But if I had known who you were that night…” He lets the words hang between us, unfinished. I lift my chin. “You wouldn’t have touched me?” His gaze flickers to my lips, then back to my eyes, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t say that.” My breath catches for half a second before I force myself to regain control. I refuse to let him get under my skin. Not again. Instead, I focus on what matters. “So, what now? You expect me to believe we’re just two people who happen to hate the same man?” Alex sets his glass down and straightens, his demeanor shifting from casual to businesslike. “Not quite.” I cross my arms again. “Then what?” He watches me, his gaze assessing, as if deciding how much to say. Then, finally, he speaks. “We have a common enemy, Sophia. And right now, we have something Nathan doesn’t—each other.” I let out a short laugh. “And what? You want to team up? Start some little revenge club?” He doesn’t flinch. “Something like that.” I shake my head, stepping back slightly. “I don’t need a partner, Alex. I’ve been handling this just fine on my own.” His voice is steady, measured. “You want to take him down completely? Not just in the courtroom, but where it really hurts? His company. His power. His reputation.” I hesitate. Because the truth is—yes. That’s exactly what I want. But working with him? Alex seems to read my thoughts because he steps closer, his voice dropping lower. “I have the resources. The connections. And unlike you, I know exactly how Nathan thinks.” I swallow hard. “And what do you get out of this?” His smirk returns, but this time, it’s colder. “The satisfaction of watching him lose everything.” It’s tempting. Too tempting. But I don’t trust easily. And something about this feels too… convenient. I narrow my eyes. “What’s the catch?” Alex watches me for a beat before speaking. “You want real power, Sophia? You want to make sure Nathan never gets back up after this?” I nod slowly. His gaze darkens. “Then you need more than just shares in his company. You need control.” I tilt my head. “And how exactly do you suggest I do that?” Alex’s smirk fades, his expression turning deadly serious. “You become his boss.” I blink. “Excuse me?” He leans in, his voice smooth but firm. “Nathan is vulnerable right now. Between the divorce, the scandal, and his company’s shaky finances, he’s barely holding things together. If we pool our resources, we can take control before he even realizes what’s happening.” It’s a bold idea. A dangerous one. But undeniably brilliant. Still, I don’t let myself fall into it just yet. “And what do you get?” I ask again. For the first time since we started talking, Alex hesitates. Then he finally says, “I’ll be honest with you, Sophia. I don’t do anything for free.” I exhale sharply. “So, what’s the price?” He steps even closer, the air between us crackling with unspoken tension. “You work with me. Fully. No secrets, no half-measures.” I swallow. “That’s it?” His lips press together slightly before he speaks again. “And when the time comes, you owe me a favor.” A chill runs through me. “What kind of favor?” Alex holds my gaze, and for the first time, I see something unreadable there. Something I can’t quite decipher. “I’ll tell you when the time is right.” Every instinct in me screams to walk away. To refuse. To handle this on my own. But then I think of Nathan. Of Chloe. Of every lie, every betrayal, every moment of humiliation they made me endure. I think of revenge. I take a breath. Then, slowly, deliberately, I extend my hand. Alex’s gaze flickers down to it before he takes it, his grip firm, unyielding. “Looks like we have a deal,” I murmur. His smirk returns, but there’s something darker beneath it. “Oh, Sophia,” he says smoothly. “You have no idea what you’ve just agreed to.” A shiver runs down my spine, but I don’t pull away. Because whatever comes next… I’m ready for it. To be continued…SophiaI kneel beside an open suitcase, neatly folding a silk blouse before placing it beside the others. The penthouse is eerily quiet, like the air itself is holding its breath. No soft music playing in the background. No laughter drifting from the other room. Just silence.My things are half-packed—some already sealed away in labeled boxes, others scattered around, waiting for me to decide what stays and what goes. I can't live here anymore. Everything reminded me of Nathan. Everything. We had spent so much time together. We made a lot of decisions together too. Like the clock on the wall, we bought that together just like almost everything in this house. I can't live here anymore. I needed a clean slate. So, I got a studio apartment in the other part of town. This time, I would decorate how ever I pleased, with whatever I wanted to. I reach for a framed photo on the nightstand—our wedding picture. Chloe was my chief-bridesmaid. She looks so happy beside me in the photo. Was sh
SophiaI go back to packing.The sound of the door clicking shut behind my mother lingers for a few moments before fading into the silence. I don’t let it bother me—or at least, I try not to. I fold another blouse, tuck it into my suitcase, and reach for the next item. One after the other, I work my way through the room, sealing away pieces of my life in neat, labeled boxes.It feels robotic. Mechanical. Like I’m watching myself from the outside.By the time I’ve emptied most of the closet, my stomach growls in protest. I pause, stretching my arms over my head. It’s past dinner time. And considering I packed away most of my kitchenware earlier, cooking is out of the question.I grab my phone and order a pizza. Extra cheese. No olives. The way I like it.While I wait, I uncork a bottle of wine and pour myself a generous glass. The first sip burns slightly, then settles into a pleasant warmth. I take another sip, then another. The tension in my shoulders eases, just a little.When the p
SophiaI hesitate for a second, fingers resting on the cool metal of the doorknob. My heart is still racing from the uncertainty of who might be on the other side.I take a slow breath and twist the handle.The door swings open, and instead of Chloe—or anyone I had been dreading—I find a stranger standing there.A man.Tall, with warm brown skin, sharp cheekbones, and dark eyes that hold a quiet sort of amusement. He’s dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a small, neatly wrapped box."Finally," he says, smirking slightly. "I was starting to think you’d just ignore me."I blink, thrown off. "Do I know you?""Not yet," he says easily. "I’m Liam. I live two floors up. Figured I’d stop by and welcome you to the building." He lifts the small box slightly. "Thought a housewarming gift might be a good icebreaker."I glance at the box, then back at him. I hadn’t expected anyone to notice—or care—that I’d moved in. The building had seemed s
Alex Fate is a cruel, twisted thing. It lures you in with promises of success, lets you taste it—only to rip it away the moment you get too comfortable. No one knows that better than I do. Nathan took everything from me once—ripped away my career, my reputation, my future. He framed me, betrayed me, and left me to rot while he climbed higher. I spent years crawling out of the wreckage he left me in, piece by piece, scraping my way back to power. And now, I have it. I lean back in my leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey as I stare at the numbers flashing across my massive screen. The glow from the monitors casts a cold light over the dimly lit office. My top-of-the-line setup hums quietly, multiple screens displaying stock charts, internal reports, and real-time footage of Nathan’s company headquarters. On one screen, the shareholder percentages blink in clean, efficient numbers: Nathan Graves: 40% Sophia Mitchell: 29% Other shareholders: 31% Nathan’s numbers amuse me
Sophia My hair is sleek, pulled back into a low, sophisticated bun. My makeup is clean, understated. Sharp winged liner. A nude lip. Just enough to remind them who they’re dealing with. I took my time. I pull my black blazer over my shoulders, the fabric settling like armor. My tailored suit hugs my frame perfectly, every line sharp, every detail deliberate. I slip on my Louboutin heels, their signature red bottoms flashing with each step. Today is not just business. It’s war. I grab my bag, run a hand through my sleek waves, and step out of my apartment like I own the damn world. I step out of my apartment, locking the door behind me, when a familiar voice calls out. “Good morning neighbor! Sophia, right?” I stop in my tracks. I turn to see Mia, my overly enthusiastic neighbor, standing by her door, her eyes lighting up like she just spotted a celebrity. “I knew your name sounded familiar,” she continues, she smiles brightly as she takes me in, head to toe. Sh
Sophia Silence stretches as the board member flips through the pages. Then, one by one, the other board members lean in, murmuring amongst themselves. I can feel the shift, the weight of their attention turning toward me.Finally, Harrison exhales, setting the papers down. “It’s legitimate.”Nathan snatches the file from them, his eyes darting over the text.I watch as realization dawns on his face. His nostrils flare. His knuckles whiten around the pages.“This… this is legitimate,” one of the executives murmurs.A low hum spreads through the room as the men murmur amongst themselves.Nathan slams the file down on the table.His gaze snaps to his secretary, a young man standing nervously by the door, clearly sweating under the pressure.“How could you let this happen?” Nathan snaps. “You were supposed to monitor any major stock purchases!”The poor man flinches. The secretary stammers, his voice faltering. “I—I didn’t—Miss Mitchell’s purchases were made through multiple entities. We
SophiaI step out of the boardroom feeling fly as hell.Watching Nathan squirm under pressure had been delicious, but I can admit that there were moments when I struggled to keep up. The financial jargon, the rapid-fire reports, the strategic discussions—it had been a lot. I held my own, but I wasn’t naive. There were gaps in my knowledge, things I needed to learn if I wanted to play this game properly.And I did want to play.Because Carter Industries? It was heading for doom.Even without fully understanding the intricacies of the reports, I could see it. The numbers didn’t lie. The board was restless. Their faith in Nathan was wavering. And if I wasn’t careful, I’d end up holding shares in a sinking ship.That wasn’t part of the plan.I needed to figure out how to turn this around—to gain the knowledge, the leverage, the power to make this company better. To do what Nathan clearly couldn’t. That would be the ultimate revenge, wouldn’t it? Not just buying in, but taking over.My pho
NathanI leave the office earlier than usual, jaw clenched so tight it could crack a damn tooth. I should be in there, working damage control, getting ahead of this mess before it spirals further. But I can’t. Not right now. Because if I have to sit in that building for one more second knowing Sophia is a shareholder—knowing she has access—I might lose it completely. The elevator ride down feels like an eternity. Every second, I replay the meeting in my head. The way Sophia walked in, cool and composed, like she owned the damn room. The way the shareholders looked at her, some with curiosity, others with thinly veiled admiration. And the way she looked at me—like she’d already won. I slam the car door shut as I get in. “Take me home,” I snap at the driver. The city blurs past the window, but I don’t see it. My mind is still in that boardroom, replaying every smug look Sophia threw my way, every pointed glance from the shareholders as they scrutinized me. As if I invited this d
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
SophiaThe note was short.A lone digit. Four figures.But it might have been thunder.I scowled at the crackling radio, my heart racing so violently it was a countdown. The air inside the cabin stirred. As if the woods outside sensed that something had changed."They heard us," I whispered again, this time almost to myself.Alex nodded once, his hand still light on my wrist. "Someone on the board. Someone still alive."I didn't answer. My eyes were on Lina, who hadn't stirred, still huddled on the floor in the blanket like a shadow pretending to be a child. My heart skipped a beat.There was a war coming. And now that someone on the inside had responded, it wasn’t just going to be fought with guns and secrets.It would be fought with truth.And truth always demands sacrifice.Alex turned back to the transmitter, fingers working with tense precision. “I’m gonna send a cipher. If they’re listening, they’ll know it’s me.”“You’re sure it’s safe?”“I’m sure it’s necessary.”I observed hi
SophiaThe ridge fell away from us as we traveled further into the forest.It was as if I was leaving behind a piece of myself that I had not yet become. A piece that maybe would never have the chance to be if we didn't move quicker, smarter. If we didn't succeed.Alex led us down a ravine lined with moss and fog. Lina sat silently on the rig, her small hands grasping the frame as if she understood the world could break at any second. Maybe she did. Maybe she always had.I had no idea what we were going towards.But I knew what we were leaving behind.Ashes.And maybe that was enough for now.Following another mile, we encountered a narrow path branching off to the left, almost covered by bushes. Alex pulled up, looking at it."I recognize this path," he said. "Bellion told me about an old safehouse out here. Abandoned, off-grid, analog through and through. If it exists in one piece.""It's ours," I finished.He nodded. "We go subterranean. Reconstitute. And call out."I glanced over
AlexShe slept in my arms.That never used to happen.Not when she'd wake with fists bunched and lungs half to shout. Not when every creak of metal was danger and every nightmare ended in blood.Now, though?Now Sophia burrowed into me like I was something secure.I wasn't.Not exactly.But I'd die trying to be.The fire from earlier had burned low, soft coals glowing under a ring of stones we’d found in the clearing. Lina was still curled beside the rig, breathing even. For now, the world was quiet.Too quiet.I kept my eyes on the treeline, but my thoughts stayed tangled in her.She spasmed in her sleep, forehead creasing. I stroked her hair. Wet with perspiration, matted from the run. But still soft. Still hers.God, how she'd kissed me before.It hadn't been a kiss.It had been surrender.Not to me.To hope.I had no idea how much I'd needed it.Something rustled at the edge of the clearing. My hand went to my blade, slow, silent. But it was only a fox, limping, half-starved. It s