Mark, standing tall and composed, bowed slightly. "Of course, Mrs. Evans. Your wish is my command."He turned to Humphrey, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole and said coldly. "You heard her."Humphrey nodded frantically and barked orders to the security guards. "You two, escort them out. Now!"The guards wasted no time. They grabbed Marcus and Lila, ignoring their protests and pleas."Wait! Mr. Gregg, you can't do this!" Marcus shouted, struggling against the guards. "You don’t understand, she's nothing without me!""Yes!" Lila screeched. "She’s just a fraud! You’ll regret this, Mr. Gregg!"But their words fell on deaf ears as the guards dragged them out of the venue, their desperate cries fading into the distance.Sophia stood motionless, her face unreadable, while she watched the entire scene unfold with cold detachment, her lips curling into a faint smile as the two were thrown out.She remembered Alexander's words from a few months ago: 'You might let them g
Sophia followed the waiter through a winding path lined with lush greenery, the sound of birds chirping softly in the background. The sun was warm but not scorching, and the air carried a faint scent of blooming flowers. They finally stopped at a beautiful wooden building, tucked neatly beside the natural hot springs. Steam rose gently from the springs, curling like soft whispers into the afternoon air.“This is the place, Mrs. Evans,” the waiter said with a polite smile. “Please take your time and enjoy.”Sophia thanked her and stepped inside. The interior was calm and soothing. The soft murmur of running water echoed through the space, and everything smelled of lavender and eucalyptus. A kind-faced attendant greeted her warmly.“Welcome. You’ll begin with a soak in our hot springs,” the attendant explained as she guided Sophia toward the changing area. “They’re known to work wonders for the body and mind.”Sophia wasn’t sure what to expect, but when she slipped into the steaming wat
But still, the thought of Alexander searching for another woman, someone who meant something to him made Sophia’s stomach twist painfully. Does he love her? she thought. Her fingers subconsciously tightened around her fork.After what felt like an eternity, Alexander returned. His movements were calm, his expression carefully composed, as though the tense conversation had never happened. He sat back in his seat and picked up his utensils, continuing his meal like nothing was wrong.Sophia watched him quietly, her appetite completely gone. She wanted to ask him. She wanted to demand who Karen was and why he was so desperate to find her. But the words caught in her throat, and instead, she swallowed them down like a bitter pill. It’s none of your business, she reminded herself.The rest of the meal passed in silence. Alexander didn’t say much, and Sophia didn’t push. After they finished, Alexander placed his napkin on the table and stood up.“Goodni
Sophia turned toward the voice. A tall man with sharp features and a commanding presence stood before her. Gerald Evans. She recognized him from the research she’d done on the gala. Alexander’s uncle was one of the most influential figures in the business world. “Yes,” she replied, steadying her voice. “It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Evans.” Gerald studied her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. “I’ve heard a lot about you. But we’ll talk later. For now, enjoy the evening. You’re representing the family tonight. Come with me; we’ll welcome the guests together.” Sophia followed him, her movements composed despite the knot tightening in her stomach. She greeted guests with practiced grace, names and faces blurring into a glittering sea of wealth and power. Every handshake felt like a test, every smile a thinly veiled challenge. The gala sparkled with golden lights and expensive laughter, but beneath the polish, it f
Elsewhere in the Hawthorne residence, the atmosphere was gloomy. Old Master Raphael Hawthorne and the rest of the family sat in the living room, waiting for Marcus to show up. He had been brought home late last night, drunk and wasted.Raphael turned to his son, Pablo, his stern expression sharp enough to cut glass. “Are you certain he attended the Evans gala as I instructed him?”Pablo nodded, feeling the weight of his father’s displeasure. “Yes, Dad, I’m sure. He attended but left before it ended and went straight to a nearby bar.”Raphael slammed his cane on the table, the sharp sound making everyone tremble. “So incompetent! He can’t even handle a simple task, knowing full well the future of this company rests on his shoulders.”Evelyn, Marcus’s mother, mustered the courage to speak up. “Dad, why don’t we give Marcus a chance to explain himself? Maybe it’s not as bad as it seems.”Raphael turned his cold, piercing glare on her. “If it
"It was Gerald," he said, his voice tight. "She found out about his illegal dealings. She was going to expose him, and he couldn’t let that happen."Sophia stared at him in horror. "Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?""Because I didn’t want you to carry this weight," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "But now, you need to understand the kind of man we’re up against."Sophia reached out, placing her hand over his. "You’ve carried this alone for so long."Alexander looked at her, his walls crumbling a little. "I didn’t have a choice. But now, neither do you."Sophia’s resolve hardened. "Then we’ll fight him together."Alexander’s gaze softened, and for the first time, he allowed himself to believe it. "Yes, Together."“He’s watching our every move, waiting for a chance.” He paused, his gaze locking with hers. “I need you to trust me, Sophia. I’ll protect you from whatever Gerald throws at us.”Sophia searched
He rested his hand lightly on the small of her back, pulling her closer, while his other hand slid into her hair, tilting her head gently. He kissed her with a kind of confidence and intensity that left her breathless like he knew exactly how to guide her. It felt easy, natural, and completely overwhelming. Sophia froze at first, not knowing what to do. Her hands hovered in the air before finally resting on his chest. She could feel his steady heartbeat under her fingers, so calm and sure, while her own felt like it was racing out of control. When they pulled apart, her breath came in shallow gasps, her cheeks burning red. Alexander looked at her with a small, teasing smirk that made her heart race even more. “You’re going to need more practice,” he said, his voice low and playful, his fingers brushing her cheek. “Shut up,” she muttered, her voice shaky as she avoided his eyes. He chuckled softly, leaning in to press a quick, fe
The next morning was suffocating. Alexander’s men moved like shadows, their movements precise and purposeful. Sophia felt like an intruder in her own home, their silent vigilance a constant reminder of the danger outside. She tried to distract herself, but her mind kept returning to Alexander. Where was he? Was he okay? Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. She snatched it up, relief flooding her when she saw his name. “I’m okay. Stay put. It’s happening.” Those few words made her chest tighten. It’s happening. The confrontation they’d been bracing for was unfolding, and all she could do was wait. Hours later, her phone buzzed again. But this time, it wasn’t Alexander. The number was unfamiliar. “Hello?” she answered, her voice cautious. “Miss. Blackwell,” a deep voice drawled, sending a chill down her spine. Her fingers gripped the phone tighter. “Who is this?” She asked ev
Once inside, Nina saw an elegant looking young woman, probably in her twenties, adjusting her makeup in the washroom mirror.She looked like the kind of woman who never checks price tags because everything about her screamed wealthy.She was dressed in a silky white blouse tucked neatly into caramel-colored trousers that hugged her just right.Her heels were sharp, shiny, and expensive. Even her designer handbag, resting by the sink, looked like it had its own security detail.Her makeup was impossible to miss; long lashes, bold red lips, heavy eyeliner, and skin so smooth it looked airbrushed.Her black hair hung straight and sleek down her back, parted perfectly in the middle.She didn’t need to say anything. Just standing there, fixing her lipstick in the mirror, she looked like someone who was used to getting her way.***Meanwhile, in the tallest building in Eldridge City, the Evans Tower, Alexander sat at his desk as he listened to Mark deliver the financial reports.After Mark
After a brief chat and a few hugs, Alexander and Sophia walked off toward their car. A man in black opened the door for them as the sleek vehicle purred to life and pulled away slowly.Amelia and Michael remained behind watching their car until it disappeared.“You missed your chance to score a hug,” Michael teased.Amelia rolled her eyes. “And you missed your chance to shut up.”“Okay, ma’am. Your ride is waiting. Shall we?” he said, leading her to the car.Amelia didn’t object. She nodded and followed him.Sophia arrived at Allure Fashion at 10 AM, and after catching up with her colleagues, she dove into work immediately.Nina watched her silently from her desk, but Sophia could tell she didn’t plan to cause any more trouble. At least not for now.Relieved, she focused on polishing her pending designs.Lunchtime arrived so fast before she could realize it.It was Emily who approached her desk, reminding her cheerfully."Hey girl, let's go grab something. You can't focus with an empt
“What is it?” He turned around, eyeing her vigilantly.“Can you promise me that no one will ever find out about this, please? Not even Sophia,” she requested.Alexander paused, overwhelmed with guilt. If he had been more careful, none of this would have happened.“Okay, you have my word,” he promised and left the room.As the door clicked shut, Jessica’s trembling lips slowly curled into a cunning smile.“And the game has just begun. Sophia... I hope you’re ready, darling,” she whispered, wiping away her fake tears.By the time Alexander settled, it was already past 1 AM. He checked his phone and was shocked to find several missed calls from Sophia.“Oh no, I forgot to update her!” he mumbled, his muscles tensing as he raked a hand through his hair.It was too late to call her now!With a heavy sigh, he sent her a text:‘Hi honey, I hope you’re doing well. Sorry, I had an emergency to deal with and I couldn’t answer your calls. Talk tomorrow. Goodnight. I love you!’After that, he dia
Back in Sadrova restaurant, Alexander emerged from the bathroom after several knocks on the door.He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door.Tim hurried in with his bag. He looked just like any other thirty-year-old guy who happened to be on duty. His white doctor’s coat was slightly creased like he’d rushed out of the hospital without a second thought. Underneath, he had on a black T-shirt and jeans, just something comfortable for a long shift. A stethoscope still hung around his neck, probably out of habit more than anything. His glasses gave him a smart, slightly serious look, but there was an easygoing air about him.“What took you so long?” Alexander asked, masking the discomfort in his body."I left my patients waiting just to come here, and you're complaining?" Tim asked casually, placing his bag on the couch.Alexander just snorted, glaring at him before making his way to the couch.Tim didn’t waste time once he saw Alexander’s condition. He quickly prepared a s
Alexander closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to look at her. Images of Sophia flooded his mind.“No, I can’t let this happen. I won’t,” he muttered, biting his lower lip hard as if the pain would fight off the drug’s effect.He struggled to wake up again, pushing Jessica away. She tried to resist but this time, Alexander shoved her harder, and she fell from the bed.He didn't even spare her a glance; he quickly bent toward the bedside table, grabbed his phone, and staggered out of the room.He struggled to walk in the hallway, holding on to the wall for support.When he reached the next suite, he found a couple holding each other as they were about to make their way in.The man opened the door with a gentlemanly smile, signaling to the lady to get in first.Before the woman could react, Alexander snatched the room card and staggered inside leaving the words, “Sorry, I need to use the room.”Before the man could react, he had already locked the door from the inside.“Damn it!” The man
Meanwhile, back in Hawthorne's ancestral home, Marcus knocked on his grandpa's bedroom, casually tucking his other hand into his pants pocket.After Raphael murmured from inside, he pushed the door open and walked inside. The room was dimly lit, with a bedside lamp casting a soft amber glow over the space. The air held a comforting mix of lavender and woody from the old oak furniture.A large, neatly made bed stood against the far wall, its thick duvet turned down slightly, perhaps he was ready for bedtime.An antique clock ticked quietly on the wall, and a pair of slippers sat perfectly aligned by the edge of a plush rug.Raphael was seated on a couch near the window with a steaming cup of tea on the small table in front of him. Despite the warmth in the room, he had a shawl draped over his shoulders, and the lines on his face seemed deeper under the soft light.He seemed to have aged more since the last time Marcus saw him. “Grandpa,” he greeted.“Sit,” Raphael said, pointing at t
Chapter 124: Alexander's Helpless Alexander’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. The tension in the room grew so thick that it felt like the air itself was pressing down on everyone. Mark turned to him apologetically, “Sorry, boss, I will...” “It's okay. You can go.” Alexander cut him off coldly. Then he added, “Mark, you can take your leave. You will be rewarded for today." He had just remembered it was supposed to be Mark's off day. “Thank you, boss.” Mark nodded happily before walking out, knowing that his boss didn't blame him. Bullock swallowed hard as he stood up to face Jessica. “Miss Jason, whatever deal we had with your father is being handled by my secretary. Please go speak to her,” he said politely. “I just did that but she couldn't give me any substantial explanation. That's why I came to look for you,” Jessica said with a righteous voice, sounding offended. “I'll look for Mr Jason myself and give him an explanation,” Bruno said, trying to send Jessica aw
“You're the pride of the Hawthornes, my dear. That Sophia was our bad luck; Look at how we're prospering now that she's gone. My son is more accomplished now that she isn't here to drag him behind.” Evelyn clapped like a child who just won a prize, her eyes glowing with pride. She walked over to Marcus and patted his shoulder like he’d just won a major award. “I’m so proud of you, son.” “Marcus, I hope you're not still dreaming of bringing her back,” Lauren scoffed, tilting her chin up in distaste. Marcus leaned back lazily, his arms spread across the back of the couch. He smirked, brushing invisible dust from his shirt like a king making a declaration. “Sophia will be mine sooner or later..." “Marcus, you're just digging your own grave. Go see your grandpa now.” His father's angry voice came from upstairs interrupting them. “So it's true you don't believe in me, Dad. Is that why you stepped down?” Marcus turned to him with his face full of disappointment. His fathe
“Wait… why are you so quick to defend yourself?” Sophia laughed out, amused.“Well, that's because I hate slander. But you know I'm not lying, right?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders. “Yes. You two are gentlemen. The girl who ends up with you will be the luckiest,” she said, winking at Amelia.“Did you hear that?” Michael turned to Amelia proudly. “You two are impossible.” Amelia stomped her foot and walked away to hide her flushing face.***Meanwhile, Alexander watched silently as his phone disconnected. “I need to deal with Jessica quickly or it will affect my relationship with Sophia,” he muttered before walking back to the coffee shop with a resolute face. “Have you made up your mind?” he asked as he sat down. “You said you can fulfill any of my wishes, right?” Jessica asked, putting her phone on the table. “Anything within my capability,” Alexander said, leaning on his seat. “Then divorce Sophia and marry me.” She dared him. The moment the last word left her mouth, the