Julian at the wedding.Julian POV.I had marked the date—Alexander and Sophia’s wedding. I vowed I’d be there. Not to celebrate, but to watch the moment unfold, every second of it searing through the corners of my heart like acid. I hated it—hated what it meant, hated what it took from me.Once, my feelings for Sophia were real. Still are buried deep where I can’t touch them anymore. But now, there’s no space left for hope—only a storm I’ve kept quiet for too long.Alexander has taken more than he deserves—from the company to Sophia. And I’m done watching in silence. I’ll be at the wedding. Not as a guest. But as the beginning of what’s coming next.“Oh my God!” I cried out on my seat during the wedding vows. My stomach ached. The vows etched a pain on me. I resented a deep hatred for Alexander including his relatives because of their selfishness. .I looked down in sorrow, placing my hand on my head, lamenting on how seriously it pained me and the potential dangerous schemes I am go
The wedding.Sophia POV. On the morning of the wedding, I stood before the mirror, my fingers lightly tracing the delicate lace of my white gown. The reflection staring back at me didn’t look like the girl from yesterday—I looked stunning, almost unrecognizable.They said the dress was crafted by one of the country’s top designers, worth more than I’d ever dreamed of spending. And today, it was mine.“I wish I could be getting married to the man I genuinely love today, but the reverse is the case.” I mumbled to myself as I stared directly into the mirror. The weight of the contract marriage pressed down on me. I darted my eyes down and behind to take a total look at the dress I put on. I was stunned! It covered and fit my physical stature as if it was sewed from heaven when I am coming into the earth. I returned my gaze to the mirror, moved back and forth. My heels softly clicking the marble polished floor, making a sound that seems alluring, oozing of wealth and affluence. I chuck
The lawyer's visit.Alexander seems to be accomplishing his ambitious desires of putting Sophia under his control. The empire he had built, the power he wielded—it was all at his fingertips. Yet, there was one more piece he needed to secure his highest goal.The company. Her company.He sat behind his mahogany desk, the polished surface gleaming under the ambient light. His fingers tapping a steady rhythm, a silent countdown to what was about to unfold. He heard a soft knock on the door which snapped his attention from his thoughts to the door. “Sir, Mr. Hastings is here,” his assistant announced.Alexander’s gaze sharpen, and expectant. “Send him in.”The moment the door opened, Mr. Hastings stepped inside, his polished shoes barely making a sound against the plush floor. Alexander’s office staff moved like a well-trained orchestra, anticipating his every need—offering a warm welcome, a firm handshake, and a glass of whiskey. The finest, of course.Alexander's face was oozing with un
A REAL APPEARANCEA moment later, the door creaked open and Sophia whipped her head around, breath catching. Alexander stood at the doorway with no shirt, only draped in a tiny towel. He propped himself against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest, narrow eyes scanning the halls over her with a knowing smirk.“I see you’re settling’ in,” he said, his eyes darting toward the bundle of cash in her hands.Sophia went rigid, shoving the money quickly back in her bag“I was just… organizing,” she said, feeling strangely caught, as though she had been doing something forbidden.Alexander suddenly noticed she was uncomfortable and surprised at his appearance. “I'm about to have my shower but I decided to check up on you. I don't usually appear like this.”Alexander stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His presence filled the room instantly, the air shifting with the sheer weight of his dominance. He moved leisurely, eyes never leaving her. “Tell me, Sophia… now that you’ve
Sophia's heels clicked softly against the polished marble floor as she stepped through the grand entrance of Alexander’s mansion. The sheer size of the place was overwhelming, but it was the interior that left her speechless. The sprawling staircase with its wrought-iron railings seemed to spiral toward infinity, the crystal chandelier overhead sparkled like a cascade of diamonds, and the walls were adorned with priceless art she couldn’t begin to name. The air smelled faintly of fresh flowers and expensive wood polish. It was a world she had only seen in movies—unreal, unattainable, and now, oddly, hers.Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag as she took hesitant steps further inside, her wide eyes darted to the luxurious furniture and beautiful interior. She could hear the faint hum of a distance and the soft padding of footsteps approaching.“Miss Sophia!” A cheerful voice broke her thoughts. A woman in a maid uniform appeared, her face bright and welcoming. “Welcome t
The Accepted Offer Alexander was walking slowly to his office as the snail. He was so relaxed and calm this particular morning. He didn't quite notice a particular figure sitting in the visitor chair as he drifted his gaze to his shelves.But as he turned toward his desk, he froze mid-step.Sophia sat stiffly in one of the plush armchairs opposite his desk, her expression carefully composed but betraying hints of discomfort. Her fingers were interlocked in her lap, and her gaze darted briefly toward him before settling somewhere over his shoulder.Alexander shut the door behind him, the click echoing in the room. “Sophia?” His brows furrowed in real surprise. “To what do I owe this……unexpected visit?”He walked toward his desk, setting his briefcase down first before sinking into his chair.Sophia breathed down, her expression was unreadable. She held her posture still, lips pressed into thin lines.He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Let me guess. You've come to repeat