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
ChloeI watch as Nathan disappears into his home office, the door clicking shut behind him. He’s in one of his moods again, sulking because Sophia got the upper hand. It’s pathetic, really. He should have seen this coming. I did.I cross my arms and let out a slow breath, my mind racing. The tension in the air is thick, but I thrive in it. Chaos is where I feel most in control.I grab my phone from the coffee table and scroll through my contacts until I land on Mom. For a second, I hesitate—just long enough to compose myself, to slip into the role I know so well. The worried sister. The hurt daughter. The victim.The phone barely rings twice before she picks up.“Chloe?” Mom’s voice is warm, but there’s a hint of concern. “Is everything alright?”I exhale sharply, making sure the frustration in my voice is just the right amount. “No, Mom. Everything is not alright.”“What’s wrong?” Her tone shifts immediately, laced with worry. Just as expected.I sink onto the couch, pulling my legs
SophiaI step out of Kopee and say goodbye to Alex before we go our separate ways. We had agreed that I would enroll in business school, and I planned to do it as soon as possible. It’s a necessary step if I want to take control of my future.I get into my car and check the time on my dashboard—2:30 PM. The moving company is scheduled to arrive at my house by three and I want to be there before they show up. I sigh, realizing I haven’t eaten anything all day. I place a quick order for pizza to be delivered to my address, hoping to get home before both the delivery guy and the movers.I don’t even get halfway home before my phone rings. I glance at the caller ID. Mom.For a second, I consider ignoring it but guilt presses at me. I already know what this is about—either Chloe or Nathan, maybe both. However, despite everything, she’s still my mother. I pick up.“Hi, Mom.”She doesn’t bother with pleasantries. “Now, why did I get to your apartment and see it cleared out of all your belong
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