SophiaThe door slams shut behind us, entombing us in the dark.The quiet is deafening.Nathan's footsteps echo down the corridor, one by one by one, growing fainter and fainter.And then—nothing further occurs.I draw a slow, deliberate breath, forcing my heart to steady. The chill steel cage in my palm reminds me of the real world. The woman inside clutches my wrist, knuckles locked, eyes wide with something beyond terror.I hold her hand carefully. "We're extracting you."Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Just a stiff nod.Alex steps next to me, his stance tense. He's already scanning the room, the door, weighing the possibilities. His mind thinks fast, always planning three moves ahead. But even he understands we don't have much time left.Nathan just issued the rules.And we stepped right into his game.Bellion's voice crackles through the earpiece. "Report."Alex puts a hand to his ear, voice clipped. "We've got hostages. Dozen, at least. Nathan locked us in."There's a si
SophiaThe darkness is suffocating.I heard Nathan's voice last before the lights were extinguished—smooth, amused, in control.I am not going to give him that control.Not now. Never.Alex sits beside me, his breathing steady with the strain filling the air. The hostages cluster behind us, whispers of fear seeping into the silence. The steel door remains shut, not moving, trapping us in Nathan's carefully constructed trap.I take a deep breath, keeping my voice level. "Everyone stay close. Nobody moves without me."The woman holding my arm silently nods. The others follow suit, their expressions unreadable in the dimness of the corridor.Alex tilts his head, listening. His instincts are honed to a razor's edge, developed over years of working with high-risk deals and nasty men.Then he speaks—low, deliberate. "He's playing us."I already know that. The question is—how do we flip the game around?A soft crackle hums through the intercom again. Nathan's voice returns, silky smooth."Te
SophiaThe underground tunnel is oppressive, the wet air clung to me like a double layer of perspiration. The odor of mildew and stagnant water weighs heavy, my lungs filling with each breath. My pulse pounds against my ribs like a war drum as I tread, my boots sinking into the uneven ground.Alex is pushed up close against me, breathing stolidly but tense with fear. At our backs, the hostages shuffle in unsteady movement, their own terror whispering through the blackness. I can feel it thick on the air—fear repressed only barely, the atavistic need to run clamoring on their blood.We don't have time to be scared.We must move.Bellion's voice crackles in my earpiece—at last. "You're near the secondary exit. Security is thin on that side, but there's activity on the upper level. Nathan's men are clearing the perimeter."Of course, they are.I exhale a sharp breath. "How many?""At least six on the ground level, two at the service tunnel entrance."My fingers tighten. Six. Two more tow
SophiaThe night feels colder than it should.Bellion drives in silence, the low hum of the engine the only sound in the car. My pulse still pounds from our escape, but my mind is already sprinting ahead, calculating. Nathan won’t let this go unanswered. He never does.I stare out the window as the city rushes past in a blur of neon and darkness, my reflection barely visible against the glass.Alex shifts beside me, his body tense, his sharp eyes watching me. “You’re planning something.”I don’t answer right away. Not because I don’t trust him—I do—but because I need to put the pieces together first.“I’m thinking,” I say instead.He exhales through his nose. “That’s dangerous.”I glance at him, the corner of my lips tugging into a small smirk. “For who?”His lips press together, but there’s something unreadable in his expression. “For everyone.”I lean back into the seat, rolling my shoulders, trying to ease the tension coiled inside me. “Nathan’s next move will be aggressive.”Alex
SophiaChloe’s decision should feel like a victory.But victories against Nathan Carter don’t come without consequences.She sits across from me in the dimly lit safe house, her arms wrapped around herself. She looks small—smaller than I’ve ever seen her. The air is thick, tension coiling between us like a storm waiting to break.Alex stands nearby, arms crossed, watching her with careful calculation. Bellion leans against the wall, silent but present, his gaze as unreadable as ever.Chloe exhales sharply. “I don’t know why I’m here.”I arch a brow. “Because if you’d stayed, Nathan would’ve used you as a shield the moment he realized you were a liability.”She flinches, but she doesn’t deny it.Alex steps forward, his voice calm but edged with steel. “We need to know everything, Chloe. Every move he’s made. Every deal he’s secured. If we’re going to take him down, we can’t afford gaps.”She hesitates. “You think he doesn’t know I’m gone?”Bellion finally speaks, his voice smooth. “He
SophiaThe cold night air wraps around me as I step out of the safe house, but the chill running through my veins has nothing to do with the temperature. The city hums in the background, distant and unaware of the battle brewing in its shadows. I grip my coat tightly, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts."Nathan let me go."Chloe’s words play on a loop in my head, each repetition another reminder that something isn’t right. Nathan never lets go of leverage. He never surrenders control. Which means he didn’t need Chloe anymore—because he has something bigger.Alex walks beside me, his posture rigid, his mind undoubtedly racing in the same direction as mine. His sharp eyes scan the street, his body tense as if waiting for an unseen threat to materialize.“We need to move,” Bellion says from the car ahead. His voice is calm, steady. But I know him well enough to recognize the slight edge in his tone. Even he can feel it—something is shifting.Alex and I exchange a glance before sliding into
SophiaThe dock looms ahead, bathed in the glow of scattered floodlights. The scent of salt and gasoline hangs thick in the air, blending with the distant hum of cargo ships cutting through the dark waters. The entire place is crawling with Nathan’s men—armed, efficient, and ready.Nathan knew we were coming.I feel it in my bones, the undeniable certainty that we’ve walked into something more than just a weapons smuggling operation. He isn’t just moving product—he’s making a statement.And if we don’t act fast, it’s going to be in blood.Alex crouches beside me behind the stack of shipping containers, his eyes scanning the dock’s layout. “We count at least fifteen guards patrolling, plus whoever is inside.”Bellion’s voice is calm in our earpieces. “Your window is closing. If you’re making a move, it has to be now.”I exhale slowly, gripping my gun tighter. We’re outnumbered, but we’ve never let that stop us before.“We split up,” I say, my voice low but firm. “Alex, you take the eas
SophiaNathan’s smirk tightens as his finger presses down on the detonator.The blinking red lights surrounding the warehouse pulse in unison, their glow reflecting in his cold, calculating eyes.He’s baiting us.Nathan Carter doesn’t set off explosives without an audience.And we’re the ones playing right into his hands.Alex stiffens beside me, his gun steady in his grip. His muscles are taut, his stance predatory. He’s waiting for the right moment to strike. But I know Nathan better than that.Nathan isn’t reckless.He doesn’t bluff.And right now, the only thing keeping us alive is the fact that he still wants something.Nathan tilts his head slightly, amusement flickering across his face. “You seem awfully calm for someone about to watch everything they love burn.”I don’t rise to the bait.Because that’s exactly what he wants.I take a slow step forward. “If you were going to kill us, you would have done it already.”His fingers flex around the detonator, but his smirk doesn’t f
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
Sophia’s POVBy morning, the world had already taken sides.The news had spread like wildfire. My face was everywhere—headlines questioning my character, my daughter’s paternity, and my so-called lies. The media didn’t care about facts; they fed on scandal. Photos of Lina and Nathan were already being compared by strangers online. Hashtags trended. Conspiracy threads circulated like poison.It wasn’t just my name on the line anymore. It was Lina’s future. Her identity.I stood in front of the mirror in the penthouse bedroom, watching myself as Alex spoke quietly into the phone behind me. I was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, my hair a tangled mess, but none of that mattered. There was a fire in my chest now. An anger I hadn’t known I was capable of.“I don’t care what it costs,” Alex said, his voice low and sharp. “I want a full investigation into Victor’s finances and Chloe’s communications. Backdate it. Dig as far back as you need.”He ended the call and looked at me. “You okay?”
Sophia’s POVThe next morning arrived with a storm in its wake—figuratively and literally. Rain lashed against the windows of the penthouse, a dull gray mist casting a somber hue over the city. It mirrored my mood far too well.Alex had been up since dawn, pacing in his office, fielding calls from his legal team, PR experts, and Mark. I stood in the kitchen, staring into a cup of untouched coffee as Lina played quietly in the living room, her favorite sketchbook resting on her knees.But my mind was far from calm.Julian had promised to send over security footage—something he’d managed to obtain through one of his sources. Apparently, Nathan had been spotted meeting someone suspicious late last night. He hadn’t said who. Not yet.Just as I lifted the cup to my lips, Alex strode into the kitchen, his phone pressed to his ear. He gave me a tight nod before finishing the call and slipping the phone into his pocket.“Julian’s on his way over,” he said, brushing a hand over his jaw. “He sa
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 POV The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bedroom. But the warmth did nothing to ease the icy knot of dread in my stomach. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, Nathan’s words echoed in my mind—Is it mine?—followed by that chilling text. “See you in court, Sophia.” Alex stirred beside me, his arm tightening around my waist as he blinked awake. His dark eyes immediately found mine, concern flickering in them. “You’re still thinking about it,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. I exhaled shakily. “How can I not?” He sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair before cupping my face. “Listen to me. He has nothing. No proof, no claim, no legal standing. This is just another one of his mind games.” I wanted to believe him but Nathan wasn’t the type to bluff. If he was threatening court, he had a plan. “He’s going to make this ugly,” I whispered. Alex’s jaw tightened. “Then we’ll be uglier.” Before
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
Sophia pov The road to the North District was nearly empty. A trickle of lights passed like distant memories—quiet, flickering, unsure if they still belonged in the world we were trying to fix. Alex drove. One hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely near the gear shift, tapping like a metronome. I sat beside him, staring out the window, watching shadows dance behind the blur of trees and steel. We didn’t speak much. There was too much between us that hadn’t yet settled. Words still raw and tender. But there was something solid between us too—something that hadn’t shattered despite everything. The vault sat buried beneath an old postal annex, long decommissioned, its roof rusted and warped by time. Alex parked a block away. We went the rest on foot, slipping past broken fences and overgrown hedges. No security. No lights. No signs of life. Alex hesitated before we stepped inside, his fingers brushing the concealed gun at his side. I caught his eye, and he gave a subtle nod