LOGINJulian sat across from Jason at the crowded cafe, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Jason's expression was somber, his eyes locked on Julian's.
“I've been digging into some rumors, Julian”, Jason said, his voice low and serious. “ There's a rival company, D Brooks Industries, that's been trying to sabotage your father's company”.
Julian's eyes narrowed. “What makes you think that?”
Jason leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial note. “I've seen some internal documents, Julian. Documents that suggest D Brooks Industries is trying to poach your clients and undermine your business”.
“How did you get your hands on these documents?” Julian asked, his mind racing.
Jason smiled wryly, “Let's just say I have my sources, Julian. But the point is, we need to take action. You can't let D Brooks Industries get the upper hand”.
Julian nodded, his mind racing with strategies and countermeasures. “What do you know about D Brooks Industries?”
Jason leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. “From what I've gathered, D Brooks Industries is a ruthless company that will stop at nothing to get what they want. They're led by a CEO named Ericson Brooks, who has a reputation for being merciless”.
Julian's eyes widened in surprise. “Brooks? That name sounds familiar, like I've heard of him”.
Jason nodded. “Yes, he is a formidable opponent. But you can't let him intimidate you, Julian. You need to fight back”.
“Bro, are you a spy now, how come you know all these? But thanks man, I really appreciate it, " Julian said jokingly.
Jason laughed and said. “I have your best interest at heart, brother. You are my best friend”.
As they talked, Julian felt a sense of unease growing inside him. He couldn't believe that someone was trying to sabotage his family's business.
After discussing the details of D Brooks Industries’ plans, Julian took a deep breath and changed the subject. “Jason, can I ask you something?”.
“Shoot”, Jason replied.
Julian hesitated for a moment before launching into the story. “I met someone the other night, funniest thing is I don't even know her name”.
Jason's expression turned curious. “What about her”.
Julian took a deep breath before continuing. “We…we had sex. But it was more than that, Jason. It was like……I don't know, it was like we connected on a deeper level”.
Jason's eyes widened in surprise. “Whoa, Julian. I've never heard you say something like this before, this is heavy”.
Julian nodded. “I know, right?, I've never felt like this before. I don't even know if I'm ready to settle down at this point.
“Where did you meet her”, Jason asked.
“I met her at that club downtown”, Julian replied.
“Club!, are you serious right now”, Jason asked with a very shocking tone.
“What if it's a club, she's different man! And she is very beautiful”, Julian said.
“If you say so then, what do you plan on doing about her”, Jason asked with a thoughtful expression.
“ I don't know. My father's will is complicated. It states there that I have to settle down before I can inherit St Clair Industries.
I'm thinking of proposing a contract marriage to any random lady, and I think she is the best fit. I don't think she will agree though”. Julian said.
Jason replied and said. “A contract marriage? Are you crazy? You don't even know her name Bro!”.
Julian said softly, “I know it sounds crazy, but I feel a connection with her. And if she doesn't agree, I'll just find someone else like my assistant I guess.
But I just have to try. I have just a year, Jason and I have to fully own the company before I can take actions against D Brooks like you said”.
“Well, good luck with that. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into”, Jason replied.
As they parted ways, Julian couldn't shake off the feeling that he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He had to navigate the complexities of his father's will, all while dealing with the threat of D Brooks Industries.
Julian couldn't shake off the feeling that Sophia was still in his mind as he walked into his apartment. He wondered where she was and what she could be doing.
Meanwhile, Sophia was sitting in her small apartment, staring blankly at the wall. She pulled out her phone and dialed Tina's number.
Tina answered on the first ring. “Hey, girl! How's it going?”.
Sophia smiled, feeling a sense of excitement. “I got the job, Tina!”.
Tina squealed with delight, “That's amazing, Sophia. I knew you would get it, how much is the pay?”.
Sophia laughed, feeling a sense of relief. “Thanks, Tina. I couldn't have done it without your support, uhm….the pay would be discussed when I resume, I just pray it's good enough”.
Tina's tone turned serious. “Okay, I've heard. What about the guy from that night, you haven't told me anything, girl!. Spill please”.
Sophia felt a flush rise to her cheeks. “I'll tell you soon, Tina. Not just right now”.
Tina's response came quickly. “Okay, fine. But you owe me, Sophia!”.
As Sophia hung up the phone, she couldn't help but think of Julian. She wondered where he was at and what he was doing at the moment.
Julian was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV. He couldn't concentrate on the show, his mind kept wandering back to Sophia.
He thought about the way she stared at him, the way they kissed and how they spent the night.
As the night wore on, Julian's thoughts became more intertwined with Sophia's. They were both thinking of each other, wondering what the future held.
The distance between them seemed to melt away, and for a moment, they were together again, lost in their own little world.
But as the night wore on, reality began to set in. Julian realized she didn't give him her number, he didn't even know if he would see her again. He made up his mind to go to the strip club to look for her.
Sophia, too, was faced with the reality of their situation. She didn't know if she would ever see him again.
As the night drew to a close, Julian and Sophia were left with only their thoughts, their little memory of each other, and the hope that someday, they would find t
heir way back to each other.
“I will go back to that club to find that girl”, Julian said…….
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







