Sophia There were moments when I felt like life was testing me on purpose, as if it were playing a game to see how much I could endure before breaking or going insane. Being in that room, surrounded by all of them, was one of those moments. The sunset light filtered weakly through the large windows of the meeting room, casting an orange glow that, under different circumstances, might have felt warm and comforting. But not now. Not with Bright next to me, Dante leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, James sitting at the far end of the room with that defiant attitude I had grown far too familiar with, and Stefan… right in front of me, as if fate were mocking my attempts to keep up appearances. The tension was so thick I could feel it tightening in my throat, settling like a stone in my stomach. There was an artificial silence, one not born from respect or focus, but from all the unsaid words hanging in the air. We all pretended we were there for formal reasons, as if our pre
Sophia The elevator stopped on the executive floor, and I stepped out before Bright. The sound of my heels echoed down the silent hallway, bouncing off the sterile white walls of the company. Although everything seemed normal, there was a lingering tension that had been tightening my chest since we left the house. It felt like an invisible thread connected our every move, pulling tighter each time we got too close to the truth neither of us dared to say out loud.We entered the meeting room together. It was empty, as expected. There were still a few minutes before the others arrived. I took my usual seat at the side of the glass table, while Bright sat beside me, as if to offer mutual support. Though he hadn’t said a word since we left the car, his presence was solid, like he was trying to shield me just by being close.I took a deep breath and crossed my legs, trying to mask the unease I felt. The last time we were here together, things had been different. The last time Bright had b
BrightThe idea had been circling in my mind for days. It had settled like a persistent buzz in the background of my thoughts, growing louder every time I looked at Sophia and remembered how close she had come to being kidnapped. And how awful I felt for not being able to protect her.Dante.That name was a thorn in my side. I had no evidence, no concrete facts, just something in my gut. That instinct that had rarely failed me. It kept telling me something wasn’t right. That there were loose pieces in this puzzle, and every time I tried to fit them together, Dante’s face appeared in my mind.It didn’t make sense. Why would he want to hurt Sophia? He was supposed to protect her. He acted caring, kind, and even gentle. And that’s exactly what unsettled me. It was all too perfect. Too convenient. What better way to get close to her, to always be around, than to show up as her savior right when she needed someone the most?I couldn’t prove it. I had no solid proof. And I didn’t want to so
Sophia The coffee cup burned gently between my hands, but the heat wasn’t uncomfortable. It was comforting. I snuggled a little closer to Bright, who had one firm arm wrapped around me while holding his own cup in the other hand. The silence in the living room was thick, but not awkward. It was just us, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a kind of peace amidst all the chaos.“That conversation was insane. God,” Bright murmured suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken in days, though I knew it was exhaustion that gave it that raw edge. “The conversation with James was one of the tensest I’ve had in years.”I looked at him, frowning with concern. “What happened?” “I was alone with him because the others didn’t arrive on time like we did.”Bright lowered his gaze to the dark liquid in his cup, as if trying to find the right words there. “He did what I expected. He threatened to fire me. Said he doesn’t want me there, that my presence bo
Bright The wall clock read 10:27 a.m. Three minutes until the meeting started, and the room was still empty, except for James and me. The silence was thick, like a fog heavy with resentment. I sat on the edge of the table, hands clasped together, trying to maintain my composure, but I could feel the tension crawling up my spine like a persistent chill.James sat at the far end of the table, arms crossed over his chest, eyes fixed on me. He hadn't bothered to hide his disdain since we walked in. The fact that we now shared a professional space was, to him, a humiliation, and to me, a constant threat."If it were up to me, I would’ve already taken your place in this company," he said suddenly, his voice dry and sharp like a knife's edge.I didn’t look at him right away. I took a deep breath before answering."But it’s not up to you," I replied, finally meeting his eyes. "So here I am."James pressed his lips together, a vein pulsing at his temple. He was furious, though he was trying t
Bright I felt my jaw so tense it hurt. I looked at him with narrowed eyes, unable to hide the contempt he stirred in me. “You know what, Dante? Talking is what you do best. But if you were truly a respectful man, you would’ve called me. Period. There's no excuse for staying here with her when she has a boyfriend,” I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest.Dante stood in front of me, still calm, as if my anger were some kind of overreaction. “Maybe. But if I were Sophia’s future husband, I wouldn’t have left her alone at home —not even for a meeting— knowing from the start that she wasn’t feeling well,” he replied with a calm that drove me insane. I took a step toward him, clenching my fists. “And who do you think you are to lecture me? A saint? You have no idea what's going on, and you come into my house thinking you can give me lessons? Seriously?” I stepped even closer, fists still tight. “Again, who the hell do you think you are? You don’t know what’s happening between Soph