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Chapter Ninety-Two: The Colleague
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2026-09-01 15:13:15
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After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Seventeen: The Wedding Everyone Wanted to See
Sophia’s POVI thought we had agreed on quiet.Somewhere between the private yes and the first real planning meeting, quiet left the building. What replaced it was a machine with taste, money, and too many opinions. By the end of the first week the guest list had tripled. By the end of the second it had grown into something with gravity of its own—business leaders who never attended anything personal, relatives Damien hadn’t spoken to in years, a handful of public faces whose presence would be read as endorsement, and enough powerful family names to make the security plan look like a diplomatic event.“This is not what we talked about,” I said, staring at the revised list on the tablet.Austin didn’t even pretend to look guilty. “You and Damien talked about quiet. The city heard ‘Blackwood wedding’ and decided quiet was adorable but irrelevant. Half these people would take an exclusion as a permanent insult.”Damien stood at the window with his hands in his pockets. “We can still cut
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Sixteen: The Proposal Again
Sophia’s POVHe didn’t do it in a restaurant or under borrowed lights.Three days after I told him yes on the balcony, Damien took me back to the quiet house outside the city—the one with the trees and the long windows and no staff waiting to overhear. The place where he had first stopped performing long enough for me to see him clearly. We walked through the door into low evening light and the kind of silence that felt intentional instead of empty.“I have something for you,” he said.My heart kicked once, hard. I already knew what this was. We had already chosen each other. Still, the formality of the moment settled over me with a weight the temporary ring had never carried.He didn’t drop to one knee like a man copying a scene. He stood in front of me, close enough that I could see the nerves under the composure, and took a small box from his pocket. When he opened it, the ring inside was nothing like the stand-in I had been wearing for public rooms. Simpler. Cleaner. Chosen for me
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Fifteen: One Decision
Sophia’s POVThe house was quiet in the way it only got after something large had finally ended.No more court schedules. No more statements waiting for approval. No more bracing for Isabella’s next move. The verdict had settled. The cameras had eventually moved on to other people’s disasters. In the space that remained, Damien and I were still learning how to stand without an emergency pressing us together.He asked me to sit with him on the balcony that evening. The city was a spread of ordinary lights under a dark sky. I lowered myself into the chair beside his, one hand resting against the curve of my stomach out of habit more than discomfort. He watched the gesture with an expression I still hadn’t fully gotten used to—soft, focused, permanently changed.For a while neither of us spoke.Then he said, “I don’t want another arrangement.”I turned my head. “What do you mean?”“I don’t want another engagement that exists for a room, or a headline, or a temporary truce with the world.
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Fourteen: The Man Beside Her
Sophia’s POVThe courthouse doors opened onto a wall of sound.I had already faced the cameras once. I had already said the only words I intended to give them. Somehow the second surge still landed with force—lenses lifting in the same motion, my name called from three directions, questions about the verdict and the pregnancy and whether this meant a wedding stacked on top of each other until they became noise instead of language.Damien stepped out beside me and did not pause.His hand found mine before the first flash fully recovered from the last. Not the careful, guiding contact he had used in other public moments. Open. Deliberate. Fingers laced through mine in full view of every camera on the steps. He adjusted his grip once, steady and sure, and kept walking.The shift in the crowd was almost visible.This was not a man managing an image. This was not a protective gesture designed to look polite in tomorrow’s coverage. He was holding my hand like the decision had already been m
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Thirteen: Eleanor’s Embrace
Sophia’s POVEleanor didn’t let go of me for a long time after the house went quiet.We had ended up on the couch in her living room, the same one where I had first told her I was pregnant, the same one where I had cried when the secret became too heavy to carry alone. The twins were still at school. The television was off. Outside, the day continued without any interest in the fact that a court case had just given me my name back.“You’re shaking,” Eleanor said softly.“I know. It keeps coming in waves.” I pulled back enough to look at her. “I keep thinking something else is going to land. Another photo. Another statement. Another version of me I won’t recognize.”“That’s what weeks of being hunted does.” She brushed my hair away from my face the way she had done since we were younger. “But look at where you are. Look at what you walked through.”I let out a breath that still felt uneven. “I didn’t feel brave. Most of the time I just felt like I was trying not to disappear.”“That’s
After Midnight With Him Chapter One Hundred Twelve: Outside the Courtroom
Sophia’s POVThe cameras hit us the second the courthouse doors opened.I had known they would be there. That didn’t make the wall of lenses and voices any softer. Questions came from every direction at once, sharp and overlapping, my name bouncing between them like something public property.“Sophia! How do you feel about the verdict?”“Did you expect the court to rule in your favor?”“Any response to Isabella’s claims now that they’ve been dismissed?”“Are you and Damien still getting married?”Damien’s hand stayed at my back, steady as ever, ready to move me through them the way he had moved me through every other hostile stretch of the last weeks. For a second I almost let him. It would have been easier. The car was close. The path was already opening under the force of his security and the simple fact of him.Then I stopped.He felt the change immediately and looked down at me.“I need to do this,” I said under my breath.“You don’t owe them anything.”“I owe myself this much.”S
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