MasukJulian's voice boomed through the office intercom, summoning everyone to his office. The cleaners, administrators, and executives alike gathered nervously outside his door.
“What's going on?” Maria, the team lead, whispered to Sophia.
Sophia shrugged. “I have no idea”.
Julian's personal assistant ushered them in, and they filled the spacious office. Julian stood behind his desk, his expression stern.
“As you're all aware, my diamond necklace has gone missing”, he began. “I'm offering a reward for any information on who took it”.
The room fell silent. Sophia's heart skipped a beat as Julian's eyes scanned the room, locking onto hers.
“Someone mentioned that you were the last person to clean my office”, Julian said, his gaze fixed on Sophia.
A murmur ran through the crowd, Sophia felt her face grow hot. She had cleaned Julian's office the previous evening, but she knew she hadn't taken the necklace.
But then, something unexpected happened. Julian's expression softened, and he took a step closer to Sophia.
“Wait a minute….” he trailed off, his eyes narrowing. “I've seen you before, haven't I?”
Sophia's heart pounded in her chest. What was Julian talking about? She recognized him immediately but decided not to say anything.
Julian's eyes seemed to bore into Sophia's soul. She felt like he could see through her.
“I could swear…..” Julian's voice faded, and he looked at Sophia with intense gaze.
The room fell silent, with all eyes on Sophia and Julian. She hadn't seen the owner of St Clair Industries since she started working. The tension was palpable.
Sophia shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to do. She knew she hadn't stolen the necklace.
As the silence stretched, Sophia felt her anxiety grow. Why did he remember?
The silence was finally broken when Julian spoke up.
“I need to talk to her alone”, he said, his voice firm but gentle.
The room emptied, leaving Sophia with Julian. She felt a sense of trepidation, unsure of what was about to happen.
Julian's eyes locked onto Sophia's. “You're the one”, he said, his voice low and husky. “The girl I met at Rachel's strip club. We had a good time together, it's you”.
Sophia's eyes widened, and she began to fidget. “N-no, I don't know what you're talking about sir”, she stammered.
Julian chuckled, taking a step closer to Sophia. “Don't play dumb with me. I know it's you, Sophia right?”.
Sophia's face grew hot, and she took a step back, still fidgeting. “I….I need to go”, she said, turning to leave.
Julian's voice stopped her. “Wait!”
But Sophia didn't look back. She rushed out of Julian's office, leaving him puzzled and intrigued.
Sophia felt uneasy as she left Julian's office. She couldn't shake off the feeling that Julian already recognized her.
She pushed the thought aside and focused on the good news - she had finally saved up enough money for her mother's surgery.
As Sophia entered her apartment, she was met with an unexpected scene. Alex was pacing back and forth in the living room, his face twisted in anger. Tina sat on the couch, watching him with a mixture of guilt and fear.
Sophia's instinct told her that something was wrong. “What's going on?” she asked, her voice etched with worry.
Alex spun around, his eyes blazing with anger. “You're asking what's going on?” he repeated, his voice rising. “I can't believe you did this, Sophia…..I never knew you could stoop so low”.
Sophia's heart
sank. What was Alex talking about? And what did Tina know?.
Sophia barely noticed the way the sun melted into the horizon or how the trees leaned against the fading light. Her mind was too loud — too full of Tina’s voice, Tina’s laughter, Tina’s eyes when she used to dream about the future. Sophia found herself thinking about just the good times with her.She pressed her forehead against the window glass, cold air brushing her skin. How could life turn so fast? Just yesterday, they were both talking about their plans — how Tina would open a beauty shop and name it “Glow by T,” how they’d travel to Italy one day. Sophia could still remember how Tina giggled while trying to pronounce “Ciao” properly. And now she is gone — pregnant and dead.A tear slipped down Sophia’s cheek before she could stop it. She quickly wiped it off, as if hiding her pain from the evening shadows.When the car finally stopped at the gate, she took a long, shaky breath. The house looked calm, too calm. The warm lights glowed from inside, but she didn’t feel comforted. S
The air smelled like rain when Sophia arrived at the small white house at the end of the street. The house hadn’t changed — the same peeling paint, the same narrow porch, the same rose bush by the fence that Tina’s mother always trimmed on Saturday mornings. But now the roses were dry, the petals brown at the edges.Sophia stood there for a long moment before knocking. She didn’t know what she would say. She didn’t even know if she was ready to hear what Mrs. Henderson had to say.The door opened slowly.“Mrs. Henderson?” Sophia said softly.The older woman looked smaller than she remembered. Her shoulders were bent, her gray hair pulled into a bun that had loosened at the sides. There were faint shadows under her eyes, the kind that came from too many nights without sleep.“Sophia,” she said, surprised but not unkind. Her voice was cracked and weary. “You came.”“Yes, ma’am,” Sophia whispered. “I… I heard about Tina.”Mrs. Henderson nodded slowly and stepped aside. “Come in.”The liv
Mrs. Cooper sat on the old porch rail, the wood creaking beneath her. Her wrinkled hands twisted together as if she was trying to squeeze the words out.Sophia stood frozen by the gate, the word dead still echoing in her ears.“Mrs. Cooper…” her voice trembled. “What did you just say?”The older woman sighed, a tired sound that seemed to carry the whole weight of the neighborhood. “It’s true, honey. Tina’s gone. It happened two nights ago.”Sophia’s breath caught. “Two nights ago?” she repeated softly. Her eyes blinked rapidly as if she could shake the truth away. “But that’s impossible. I…”.Mrs. Cooper gave a slow nod. “That’s what made it so sudden for everyone. Folks around here still don’t know what really happened. But the word going around…” She paused, glancing toward the dusty road as if someone might overhear them. “They say Alex had something to do with it.”Sophia’s eyes widened. “Alex?”Mrs. Cooper hesitated before meeting her gaze. “Yeah. People say he was the last perso
Sophia stood by the window, staring at the fading city skyline. Morning light had spilled through the curtains, soft but empty. Something inside her had been calling all night—a pull she couldn’t resist. And now, she knew what it was.She needed to go home.Not the house she shared with Julian. Not the mansion that reeked of St. Clair prestige and silence.Home—where her mother, Margaret, once lived.Where her childhood memories still breathed in the walls.Sophia slipped into a simple cream dress, tied her hair loosely, and drove herself. The road was quiet, lined with jacaranda trees shedding faint purple petals. The scent of dust and distant rain filled the air. With every mile, her chest grew tighter, her heartbeat louder.By the time she reached the small gate of her mother’s old house, her hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel. The building still stood—paint fading, flowers wilted—but it was home.She stepped out slowly, her heels crunching against the gravel. The house
The house felt too quiet that evening. The twins were asleep, their soft breathing echoing faintly through the baby monitor. The hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the wall clock—every sound seemed louder than usual, pressing into Sophia’s chest.She sat by the window, hugging her knees, watching the night lights flicker across the city. Julian had gone to take a late call, his voice calm but distant as always. She didn’t know when things had started to feel this heavy—maybe since the message from Brooks Industries, or maybe even before that, when everything began to fall apart piece by piece.Her thoughts wandered back to the first time she met Julian—the contract, the reasons, the promises. It was supposed to be business. A way for both of them to get what they wanted. But now, it didn’t feel that way anymore. Somewhere between pretending and protecting, she’d fallen for him.And now, she couldn’t stop thinking that maybe she was ruining everything.The phone buzzed on the tabl
Sophia’s body went still as the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding.Out stepped a woman—tall, poised, dressed in a fitted black suit that screamed quiet authority. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a bun, and her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she walked. There was something commanding about her presence, the kind of confidence that didn’t need to be spoken.“Miss Brooks?” the woman said, her voice smooth but assessing.Sophia stood automatically. “Yes.”“I’m Mrs. Hale. I handle external affairs here at D Brooks Industries. I was told you came in to make an inquiry.”Sophia nodded, her fingers brushing nervously against her purse strap. “Yes, I just— I wanted to know who runs this company. I’ve seen the name ‘Brooks’ and… it’s my surname too.”Mrs. Hale’s gaze didn’t waver. “And you’re wondering if there’s a connection?”“Yes,” Sophia admitted softly.For a moment, Mrs. Hale said nothing. Then she gave a thin, polite smile. “That’s understandable. But I’m







