His Cold demeanour.Sophia's POV.“Oh my God!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the bathroom walls as my eyes locked on the strange woman standing in the doorway. I had never seen her before in my life.A wave of guilt and humiliation crashed over me. My body froze, drenched and exposed. I immediately looked down, too overwhelmed to meet her gaze.With trembling hands, I tugged my towel lower, trying to stretch it down to cover my thighs—even though I knew it would never fully reach. My right hand clutched the top of the towel tightly, yanking it upward to shield my bare chest.I barely noticed Alexander dashing out of the bathroom—likely chasing after her. My heart pounded, anxiety flooding me.“I hope no one else is out there,” I muttered under my breath.Gathering what courage I had left, I opened the bathroom door slowly and peeked out. I was certain the bedroom was empty, but the fear that incident planted in me clung tightly, wrapping around my thoughts like a noose.I stepped i
Sudden Comeback.Victoria’s POV.I sat seething with rage, my eyes fixed on the glowing screen of my phone. Wedding pictures of Alexander and Sophia stared back at me, each swipe deepening the burn in my chest. Their smiles, their perfect poses—it felt like a personal insult. I scrolled through more photos from the ceremony, each one a dagger.A loud hiss slipped from my lips as I shook my head, the pain sharp and raw.“They think they can just toss me aside,” I growled through clenched teeth, still rooted to the couch. “But I’m coming for them… like a thief in the night—when they least expect it.”“Who are you talking to?”My younger sister, Eva, asked, her voice laced with concern as she sipped tea from a white mug. She looked at me, confused.I shot her a hard glance. “Why are you pretending like you don’t know what’s going on?” I snapped, my voice rising with each word, edged in accusation.Eva’s brows furrowed. She lowered her mug and gently placed it on the table between us. A b
His tempting approach.Sophia's POVI turned away from him, fury tightening in my chest as his words pressed down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off.“Nonsense?” I hissed under my breath, the word bitter on my tongue as I marched upstairs.It was already evening, and I knew I needed something to eat before retiring to bed. But first—more than anything—I needed a shower. The entire day had been draining: from the chaos of the wedding, to the heavy conversations, to the emotional weight of my mother’s illness. And then… the brief but bruising altercation with Alex.I entered the room and shut the door behind me, exhaling as if I’d been holding my breath all day.“I really need to shower,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.My eyes drifted toward the mirror, and I paused. There I was—my reflection staring back at me.But I looked different. Unrecognizable, almost. My hair was messy, my makeup smudged, my posture heavy with exhaustion. So unlike the radiant bride I had seen
The Real Side Of Him.Alexander’s POV.I paced back and forth in the living room of my penthouse, frustration building like a storm. I had just returned and found the entire place empty—no sign of Sophia. Who did she think she married?Just as I neared the staircase, I nearly collided with her earlier, but I had only stepped out briefly to visit a friend. Still, I expected her to be here when I got back.“We haven’t even spent a full week in this marriage, and she’s already misbehaving,” I growled to myself, my voice rising as if she were in the room with me. “Today is our wedding day—she should be here! At home. Spending the night with me. Cuddled in our cozy bed. Not wandering off without explanation!”My anger boiled inside me, stirring like a violent whirlwind. I couldn’t stay still. I kept pacing, heat rising in my chest. Then, without thinking, I grabbed my phone and dialed her number. After a few tense rings, she finally picked up.“What kind of nonsense are you playing with me
Flicker of hope.Ethan's POVI briefly glanced at her after Sophia answered her, awaiting her response.Her voice oozed with sorrow, it came out faintly. My stomach yawned. I clenched my jaw and slowly sat at the edge of my mother's bed. I darted my eyes on Sophia, I couldn't even fathom what to say. How can I console them and strengthen their hope? In a situation like this, how will they plant the seed of optimism in their heart?I hated it that my mother became sad, Hated it that I couldn't do anything to help. Why did Sophia even mention it in the first place that her health will erode our happiness? I gently grabbed my mother’s hand, but the moment I felt it, a wave of discomfort washed over me. It was cold—fragile and bony. I shook my head, trying to push back the dread that crept in.She was already sobbing softly, her shoulders trembling beneath the hospital blanket.Then, her voice broke through the silence. Though weak, it carried a surprising strength.“I’m holding on to ho
Ethan's POVI marched inside, my heart racing, eyes burning with the questions I had longed to ask Sophia. It had been so long since I last saw her—so much had changed.The moment my gaze landed on her, I froze.My sister looked completely transformed. Once a struggling girl juggling all sorts of odd jobs just to survive, now she radiated elegance and quiet power.“Sophia!” I called out, my voice echoing with surprise and admiration as I peeked my head in.She turned toward me, and I took in the sight of her: the luxurious blue gown hugging her waist perfectly, her long hair cascading in glossy waves over her shoulder, her skin smooth and glowing with grace. I was stunned.A soft chuckle escaped me. I stepped fully inside, the door shutting behind me with a soft thud. My black shoes clicked sharply against the polished floor as I walked closer, each step echoing in the quiet room. Our eyes met.Her smile widened the moment she saw me—warm, inviting, and laced with joy. There was somet