LOGINDamien POVThursday, 5:37 in the eveningI had spent an entire day trying not to think about it,.Unsuccessfully.I signed another document.Then another.Then stopped reading altogether.Because somehow—I had been staring at the same page for the past three minutes,.My pen tapped once against the desk,.Then again.I leaned back in my chair.Why exactly was I thinking about this?Because I wasn't.I was thinking about the project.That was all.The textile integration deal was important. A partnership with Romano Group could open half of Southern Europe to Hayes Industries.It wasn't a deal I could afford to lose.Which was precisely why yesterday's lunch had bothered me.I frowned.No.Not the lunch.Lorenzo.The man had been paying an unusual amount of attention to Sophia.Watching her.Talking to her.Inviting her to lunch.Then making her laugh.I still remembered that.The sound of it.Her laugh.I exhaled sharply.Ridiculous.I sat forward.I knew Lorenzo Romano.Not well.Bu
Sophia POVWednesday, 1:28 p.m.The meeting finally ended.I had never been so relieved to see a presentation conclude.People started gathering their files and standing up from their seats.I was doing exactly the same when—“Ms Sophia?” Lorenzo called.I looked up; Lorenzo was already watching me.“Do you have a few minutes?” he asked.I blinked.“A few minutes?” I repeated.“I wanted to discuss some details regarding the textile integration project,” Lorenzo said.“Oh.” I nodded. “Of course.”“Perhaps over lunch?” he added.I opened my mouth to say no.But before I could answer—Lorenzo looked toward Damien.“If that’s alright with you, Mr Hayes,” Lorenzo said. “Since she’s part of the project.”The room suddenly felt… quieter.I looked at Damien as he looked back at Lorenzo and then at me.Then back at Lorenzo.His expression remained neutral.Mostly.There was just the slightest tightening around his eyes.A muscle in his jaw moved. It lasted barely a second.“It’s about the proj
Sophia POVWednesday-, 10:07 a.m,.I was sitting on the couch with a book balanced on my knees-, halfway through reading and pretending not to think about how strangely quiet the penthouse had been these last two days,.Damien had barely spoken to me,.Not that I minded,.Actually,, I preferred it,.Silence was easier than his words,.My phone suddenly buzzed against the coffee table,.Unknown number.I frowned and picked it up.“Hello?”“Good morning-, Madam,.”I blinked,."This is Ethan., Mr Hayes's assistant,.Immediately-, confusion settled in my chest,.“Ethan?”“Yes.” His usual calm professional tone came through the line. “Mr. Damien Hayes has asked me to inform you that he needs you at Hayes Global within the next hour.”I stared at the phone.“…Me?”“He requested your presence at the office.”I sat up straighter.“No.” I frowned. “No, I think you’re mistaken.”“No, Madam.”“Ethan-,” I said slowly-, “Damien specifically asked me not to come back to the office a few days before
Damien POVI never wanted this marriage.That was the truth beneath every family dinner, every staged appearance, every signature on every legal document tied to Sophia Bennett’s name.It was never about love.It was obligation.Control.Damage management.At present-, I am the CEO of Hayes Global, and right now I am sitting with my trusted lawyer on a random mid-week afternoon discussing my freedom,.The lawyer adjusted his glasses as he slid the folder across the conference table,.“It won’t happen immediately-, Mr. Hayes,.”I leaned back slightly in my chair-, expression unreadable,.“How long?”“A few days to prepare the formal paperwork.” He opened the file carefully. “Given the nature of the marriage agreement and your family’s visibility, we need discretion.”Discretion.Of course.Everything around the Hayes name required discretion.I glanced toward the glass wall of my office overlooking the city.“And once the papers are ready?” I asked calmly.“We can proceed immediately,
Sophia POVMy hands were shaking.Not enough to stop working.Just enough for the broken porcelain pieces to click softly against each other as I dropped them into the trash bin one by one,.The kitchen felt too bright after the terrace,.Too quiet.But not quiet enough to drown out the humiliation replaying inside my head.I shut my eyes briefly.God.I gripped the edge of the counter and inhaled slowly-, forcing myself to focus,.I bent to throw the broken shard when the kitchen door slammed open hard enough to make me flinch,.Damien walked in as the air shifted instantly,.His expression was terrifyingly calm,.His jacket was gone now, sleeves rolled up slightly-, jaw tight enough to cut glass,. He stepped into the kitchen slowly-, shutting the door behind him,.The click of the lock echoed,.I straightened immediately.“I didn’t know she had an allergy-,” I said before he could speak,. “You never told me—”“You think this is about mushrooms?”His voice was low.Deadly quiet.I fr
Sophia’s POVIt's already been a week, since I started living like this.Like a puppet A week doesn’t sound like much until you live through it like this.By Friday, I didn’t wait for instructions anymore. I anticipated them.That evening, I was in the kitchen-, slicing vegetables with precise-, mechanical movements when I heard his footsteps behind me,. I didn’t turn immediately,. I waited, because that’s what he preferred,.“Tomorrow.” Damien's voice cut through the quiet.I glanced over my shoulder. “Tomorrow… what?”“There’s a party.”I turned fully this time, setting the knife down. “Here?”“Yes.”“How many people?”“Five. Maybe ten.”“Friends?” I asked“Some friends and some business.” Damien replied.“What exactly do you want me to handle?” I wiped my hands on a towel,. He leaned against the doorway-, his posture relaxed-, but his gaze steady and sharp,. “Everything,.” “Be specific.” I held his eyes.A faint pause. Then, “The terrace. Set it up.”“Seating arrangement?”“Yes.
Damian POVI was checking my phone when the elevator doors opened,.I looked up out of habit—nothing more—and forgot how to breathe,.Sophia stepped into the lobby like she belonged there,. Not because of the hotel, or Paris, or the fact that my last name followed hers now—but because she looked se
Sophia POVAndrea’s apartment smelled like citrus candles and expensive chaos,.Shoes were abandoned near the couch-, a silk scarf draped over a lamp for no discernible reason-, and music hummed softly in the background—Italian pop with a lazy-, confident rhythm,. The kind of place that looked live
Sophia POVThe door slammed behind him.With a, deliberate click,-For a second,. I stood exactly where he’d left me, my back against the mattress, my fingers still curled around nothing,.The room felt larger now. Emptier. As if all the air had followed him out.Whore.The word rang louder than th
Sophia POVTwenty days later.28-11-2025That single square on the calendar consumed my life, then would not release it.I stared at myself within the mirror near and hardly recognized the woman looking back at me. She looked calm. Put together. Someone who knew exactly where she belonged.She did







