LOGINJulian pushed open the door of Ma Rachel's club, the familiar thump of music and hum of conversation enveloping him.
The dim lighting and pulsating rhythms seemed to reverberate deep within his chest, stirring up memories of his encounter with Sophia.
As he approached the bar, Ma Rachel's face lit up with a warm smile, “Hi sir! It's great to see you again!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
She sashayed towards him, her hips swaying to the music, and Julian felt a twinge of awkwardness.
“Hey, Rachel. What's up?” he asked, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil brewing inside him.
He couldn't shake off the feeling that he needed to see Sophia again, to unravel the mystery that surrounded her.
Ma Rachel leaned in, her voice taking on a flirtatious tone. “I was wondering what brought you here tonight. Are you looking for someone to keep you company?” She asked, her eyes batting at him.
Julian's eyes narrowed, his mind focused on one person - Sophia. “Actually, I'm looking for that girl, the one I took with me the last time I can here. Is she working tonight?”, he asked, his voice firm and resolute.
Ma Rachel's expression faltered, and she looked away, her voice dripping to a whisper. “She already resigned. She's not working here anymore”.
Julian's eyes widened in surprise. “Why would she resign? Where was she now?. He felt a pang of disappointment, his thoughts consumed by the enigmatic Sophia.
“Are you okay, Julian?” Ma Rachel asked, concern etched on her face.
Julian nodded, his eyes still scanning the room as if hoping to catch a glimpse of Sophia. “Yeah, I'm fine. Can you please tell me her name?”.
“What! You mean you don't know her name, her name is Sophia by the way”, Ma Rachel said, with a shocking tone.
“Thanks, I appreciate Rachel”, Julian said leaving the club.
He turned and walked away, his mind reeling with thoughts of Sophia. Where was she? Why did she leave? And how could he find her again?.
The questions swirled in his head like a vortex, pulling him under with an intensity that left him breathless.
As he stepped out into the cool night air, Julian felt a sense of unease. He wanted to find Sophia. The mystery surrounding her had become an obsession, driving him to uncover the truth about the girl who had captured his mind.
…….
The next day, Julian went to the office. He pushed open the door to his office, the familiar hum of computers and rustle of papers enveloping him. He had spent the previous night searching for Sophia at the club, but she was nowhere to be found.
The disappointment still lingered, but Julian was determined to put her out of his mind.
“What's wrong with me?” Julian muttered to himself, shaking his head. “Why am I even looking for her? It was just a one-night stand,for crying out loud!”.
He paced around the room, his mind racing with thoughts of Sophia. “But there is something about her……something that's driving me crazy. Is it the way she looked at me? Or is it something more?.
Julian stopped pacing and looked at himself in the mirror. “You're a successful businessman, soon to be CEO of this firm, Julian. You have everything you need. Why are you letting this girl get under your skin?”.
He took a deep breath and tried to shake off the feeling. “I need to focus on finding a wife. Someone who can provide me with stability and companionship, not some mysterious girl”.
Julian sat down at his desk and began to scroll through his phone, searching for potential matches. But his mind kept wandering back to Sophia.
“I think I will just settle for my PA, she is a good person I guess. Just propose the contract of marriage to her. At least in a space of one year, I will have what I want and pay her off”. Julian said whispering to himself.
“I pray she agrees. Jeez! What if she has a man? I pray she doesn't. But why can't I get this particular girl out of my head?” Julian exclaimed, frustration etched on his face. “What is it about her that's got me so hooked?”.
He threw his phone aside and stoop up, pacing around the room again. “I need to snap out of this. I need to focus on what is ahead of me, not some fleeting infatuation”.
But as he looked out the window, Julian couldn't shake off the feeling that he was making a mistake. Was he really ready to give up on that infatuation?
Or was he just trying to convince himself that he was?.
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







