Sophia's POV “I believe you have something to tell me,” I broke the silence, staring at the man that I once considered as my father.Just when I wanted to leave, he had summoned me in. But that cold look in his eyes, was now replaced with something different. Was it remorse? Or an entirely different feeling? Only time will tell.I watched him rub his jaw, as if suddenly nervous. His eyes darted between the woman sitting beside him before settling back on me.He cleared his throat, his eyes fixed on me. “Sophia,” he called my name slowly. “All these years, we have always been there for you, treating you like the precious jewel that you really are. Why did you bring this up now?”I couldn't believe my ears. Why did I bring this up? Why would he even ask that? Isn't it right for me to know my real parents? So, why was he making it look like I did a bad thing by wanting to know?“I need to know the truth,” I insisted. Even though I already figured out the answer from the nervous looks on
Sophia's POV I paused in my tracks for a second, wondering if I was making the right choice, by coming to this place. The rain pelts harder and I'm forced to move from where I stood. Now, there's no going back. Not after going through all this trouble.My feet hit the verandah, and I stopped for a second, my heart heaving in sudden anxiety. Gradually, I summoned the courage, taking the last few steps and stopping in front of the brown steel door.I stretched my hand forward, pressing softly on the doorbell. There was no answer. Maybe I didn't press it well. The anxiety gnawing inside me seems to have increased a hundred fold.I drew in a sharp breath. I have to do this. The worst they could do is refuse to talk to me, probably like the last time. With that in mind, I pressed on the doorbell, this time harder. From where I stood, I could hear the shrill sound penetrate into the morning air. I sighed, everything was still the same here, nothing had changed.Soon, I heard shuffling of f
Donald's POV “Well,” Mark sighed, “enough of the story about your marriage. Take a look at this.” He tossed a document toward me. “If everything looks good to you, sign it and then you'd sign the official agreement in six months.”I grabbed the document, a part of me rejoicing that we have gotten past the marriage interrogation. I glanced at the document thoroughly, signing it and making sure everything checks out. Although, this was a partial agreement, I knew I already have the deal and would definitely finalize it in six months time.“Thank you for giving me this opportunity to work with you,” I handed the document to him, a warm smile playing on my lips.He smiles back, and we exchanged handshakes. “Don't mention,” he gets up to leave but turns back to me. “You didn't want to know why am interested in your marriage?”Here we go again. I heaved a sigh, not knowing how to respond to his question. I had thought asking that might appear rude and hence cost me this deal, so I didn't b
Donald's POV My mind sprang in alarm. It felt like a bolt was loosening in my head. “What do you mean by impossible?” I cocked my head forward, still thinking this might be one cruel joke.His eyes met mine and if there's one thing I noticed, it was the warmth I saw earlier, all gone now.Despite the uneasiness gnawing inside of me, I forced my butt to remain planted on the seat.I watched Mark lean forward, that cruel glint still in his eyes, “A cruel man like you,” he paused, looking me all over like I'm some garbage, “don't deserve to call my name, not to talk of having a deal.” His words hit me like a dagger, at the same time a bead of sweat trickle down my face.I tried to stay calm, despite not knowing the reason for the sudden change in his mood. I couldn't mess this up, not now. I thought about that call he received, it had changed his mood. The call must have had something to do with me, and I'm going to find out.I pressed my head forward, trying to maintain the small smil
Donald's POVI clenched my teeth as I drove through the streets like a possessed demon.My frustration had begin from the moment I called Sophia. Thereafter, my father had called to threaten me concerning my divorce with Sophia. Imagine ordering a grown ass man like myself to get back with a woman I didn't love? Where's the sense in that? And to think he'd threaten to take over the company if I don't comply, it's something I really can't place.I find the whole thing complicated, yet annoying. How come the witch had warm her way into the hearts of my family that much? Particularly my father, is something I still find hard to understand.I had argued with him and then ended the call before putting the phone on DND (DO NOT DISTURB). I would deal with him later. I need to win this deal first, and I can only do that with a clear head.I steered the car to the right, taking the last bend that will take me to ‘Hailey's place', but my jaw instantly dropped.In front of me was a long queue o
Sophia's POVI let the phone ring for a while before it went back to silence. Then the call came in again, this time, Mr. Mark, sensing my hesitation, decided to excuse himself from the room. I picked the call, and immediately I heard Donald bark from the other end, insulting me as always.“I don't have time for this. What do you want?” I asked after he had finished ranting.“If you don't return the watch you stole,” he paused, his loud breath almost deafening my ear. “I swear you'd kiss your next meal in jail.”With that, he ended the call. He didn't even bother to ask about my wellbeing, he just went about throwing accusations at me. Typical Donald! Always finding fault in everything that concerns me. But this time around, he's even more bitter. How could a man I've loved over the years accuse me of theft?A sudden anger surged within me. All the years I devoted to being a good wife was all for nothing. How could I have been so stupid? He didn't even think twice before accusing me