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❤️Sophie❤️
I thought the worst thing that could ever happen to me was catching my boyfriend cheating on me, it actually is, but it hurts more when the person he’s cheating on me with is someone I trusted so much. Someone I respected so much. Yet here he is, Sebastian, fucking someone on Mrs Davis, our English professor's huge desk inside the office. And the person is Mrs Davis herself. Stacks of papers are on the floor around them; my boyfriend grips our professor's hips and keeps thrusting into her with brutality. Dirty moans fill the entire hallway, no one is around, the students are all gone, Mrs Davis is the only one known to go home late because she always has the most work. Every student loves her, me personally, she’s like a second mother to me, attentive, with a kind smile. I blink my eyes several times, just to make sure I'm not seeing things but they are still there, fucking, sucking, tasting. Every sound coming from their lips cut through me so deep I almost stagger and hit the floor. Sebastian never fucks me like this, he’s always complaining that I'm too weak, or maybe he’s too tired. Just one round, and he will roll off me, he has never even made me come ever since he disvirgined me. A moan tears from Mrs Davis's lips as Sebastian thrusts into her from behind in her office. And I watch with my jaw on the floor. This is the craziest thing I’ve seen with my eyes since my parents gave birth to me and it’s not an exaggeration. He slaps her ass, she squirms in front of him, jerking her ass deeper into his hard-on. My entire body trembles, I'm too stunned to move. So I stay there, watching my three-year boyfriend ravage another woman. And to think that this woman is my advisor, whenever I have a relationship problem, I rush to her, just like I did now before I found her getting screwed by my boyfriend. My throat tightens so hard it's becoming difficult to breathe. My knees buckle and I clutch the door handle to stop from hitting the floor. Their loud moans fill the room, tormenting me. The tears spill before I can stop them. For a second, I almost convince myself I misread the scene. That maybe this is a dream, or a cruel hallucination born from stress, exams, everything piling too high for too long. But then Sebastian laughs, the same laugh that I thought was only meant for me, and it slices through me. “ Fuck mommy harder, good boy!” My boyfriend grunts, and slams into her, “Fuck! You are so tight, so sweet.” My hand shakes so hard until I clench it, I want to scream, to shout at them to stop, but I stand there, too broken to say a word. The sex is so hard, so rough, that I assume bruises will be left on her body, but judging by the way she keeps moaning like a stupid sex starved slut that she is, she seems to be enjoying it. “Do you fuck your girlfriend this crazy, baby?” she purrs. “ My dick is meant for only you to enjoy like this.” “Love fucking me, don't you?” A loud spank echoes through the room and she jerks, then grips the counter. The room suddenly becomes too hot, too suffocating. My hand grabs the doorknob, and it creaks. Both of them flinch at the same time, so it really is happening, I'm not hallucinating, I'm not dreaming. A fresh wave of tears hit me from nowhere. Sebastian scrambles back first, yanking at his clothes like it will erase what I just saw. Mrs Davis adjusts herself slower, smoother—like she still has control over something in this mess. That alone makes me want to go over and slap her hard across the face, but it seems my legs have stopped functioning. Sebastian darts forward, “ Sophie—” “Don't.” I raise a trembling hand, and my voice comes out low, too low for how I'm crumbling inside. I step fully into the room now, and every memory I have of this place, the advice session, the polite smiles, the trust—I feel them rot all at once. “You.” I turn my gaze to him first. Sebastian looks wrecked, guilty, but not destroyed enough, at least not the way I'm getting destroyed right now. Three years of love, plans, apologies, intimacy, reduced to him standing half naked in her office like I interrupted something. “What exactly am I supposed to be seeing right now?” He exhales sharply, “It just happened, I swear—” “Just happened?” I let out a laugh and it comes out broken, “Okay your dick accidentally falls into her right?” Mrs Davis finally speaks, “You need to calm down—” “Don't you dare tell me to calm down.” She continues again, “You don't have to shout, things like this happen, it’s because you don't satisfy him as I do.” The words slap me hard in the face, is this Mrs Davis? I laugh, I laugh so hard my stomach hurts, and I wipe the angry tears spilling from my eyes, “You are so shameless, getting fucked by someone that could have been your son!” They both jerk, “What happens if the authorities find out about this?” Panic flickers on their faces, “ Sophie…..” “Shut the fuck up!” I scream. They stop talking. My hands curl into balls without permission, my whole body is shaking now, not from sadness anymore, but from betrayal. And it’s making it hard to breathe. “So tell—” my voice comes out barely above a whisper, “ do you enjoy fucking older women?” Older women, the words echo through my brain. I'm just twenty, he’s twenty too and he just finished fucking a woman close to forty. Sebastian's eyes dart to the floor, he doesn't deny it, and that silence is enough to tell me what I need to know. I stagger back and slam into the wall hard. “You enjoyed fucking her, you were moaning, you never fucked me like that.” I don't even know which one hurts more, the fact that he’s fucking someone else, or the fact that he never enjoys fucking me like this. “And you,” a lump forms in my throat and I swallow hard, “ you used to give me relationship advice, you were always so kind to me, so motherly, was that all because you were screwing my boyfriend and you never wanted me to suspect a thing?” Sebastian takes a step forward, “It’s not what you think—” “What I think!!” my loud voice rips through the walls. Pain flashes across his eyes now, “ I'm sorry….” Shaking my head, I utter, “You don't get to be sorry, sorry is when you say you forget someone’s birthday, not when you destroyed your girlfriend’s life.” More questions flood through me, I want to ask if I was always a joke to him, I want to ask if all the love he showed for three years was true, or they were just meant to deceive me. But one question leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, I stare at him for long, with my throat tightening so hard, “Tell me one thing…. Have you always loved her? Me and her, who do you choose?” A part of me wishes he will choose me, fall to the floor, and tell me he won't ever come close to her again, that this is just a one-time mistake. But his eyes move from Mrs Davis to me and then to Mrs Davis again, “ I'm sorry Sophie……” A loud cry vibrates through my chest, three years of relationship, gone within a blink. There is no need to wait anymore, he chose her, I was just a thing to pass the time, I step back towards the door, wiping my face as tears keep pooling. Sebastian calls my name, but I'm already running through the hallway, I have no idea where I’m running to, I just keep running. Until my feet burn, until I feel like I'm about to collapse. Then I trip and hit the floor hard.☠️Adrian☠️ Some revenge takes days, some takes months. Mine? It took years. Years of planning, years of waiting, years of craving the right moment to strike. Patience is a weapon. The kind that makes your enemy crumble slowly without realizing it, and when he finally does, it will be too late. Most men mistake it for weakness. They don't realize it’s far more satisfying to watch an enemy destroy himself than to pull the trigger too early. I watch Sophie disappear from the hotel. The marriage certificate slips into the lawyer’s briefcase without a word. No congratulations. No questions. Exactly how I want it. “Everything will be filed by tomorrow morning, Mr. Blackhood.” I nod once and walk away. The executive lounge falls silent behind me as bodyguards close in around me. Outside, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom waits at the entrance. One guard opens the door. I slide inside. “To the vault.” “Yes, sir.” The convoy pulls away from the Blackstone Hotel, but instead of heading to
❤️Sophie❤️ My smile slowly fades. “Other ways?” Adrian doesn't answer immediately; instead, he reaches for the contract and flips through the pages. “You stay in my house. Our marriage has to look real.” “What?” I stare at him. “I thought we were just pretending in public.” “We are.” “Then why would I move in with you?” “Because separate homes raise questions.” I point at the contract. “Questions from who?” “My board. My family. The media. My enemies.” He says it so casually I almost miss the last word. “Enemies?” “Yes.” I laugh nervously. “You keep saying stuff that sounds illegal.” Instantly, I turn my attention back to the paper, ignoring the hairs on my neck standing like needles under his burning stare. This is absolute absurdity. Live together. Attend social events together. Family dinners. Travel together when necessary. Slowly, I lower it. “This is not a fake marriage.” “It is.” I point wildly at the pages. “Then explain to me why I need to do all this with y
❤️Sophie❤️ I stare at the screen for so long my vision begins to blur. “He texted again?” Sandy asks. I nod weakly. “What did he say?” Without speaking, I hand her the phone. She reads the message once. Then twice, slowly she looks at me. “He’s not chasing you. He’s waiting.” “I noticed.” She gives the phone back. “Sophie.” I already know what she wants to say. “No.” “You have to go back. You don't have a choice.” “I hate when people keep saying that.” “Because it’s true.” I close my eyes. For the first time today, I feel tired. Everything happened too fast. Six weeks ago, I had a boyfriend. I was happy, even though everything I knew was based on lies. My throat tightens. At least…. I was happy. Now I'm pregnant. About to lose my family. And worst of all, I'm considering marrying the coldest billionaire in the city. Who even writes my life? “You know what bothers me?” “What?” “He’s not even trying to convince me.” Sandy shrugs. “He doesn't look like a man who begs. H
❤️Sophie❤️ Silence stretches between us. For the first time since I walked into this ridiculous hotel, I have absolutely nothing to say. Because he’s right. I hate that he’s right. And I hate him too. I snatch my phone from his hand a little harder than necessary, “No.” Turning sharply on my heels, I announce, “ I'm leaving.” Nobody stops me, not even bodyguards, not the waiters, not him. Good. At least one person in this room has common sense. I march toward the door with every ounce of dignity I have left, which, considering I'm covered in red wine, is not much. Just as my hand reaches the door handle…. “You will be back.” I stop, my fingers tighten around the handle, slowly, very slowly, I turn around, “Sorry?” He hasn't moved from the sofa, one ankle rests against the other, one hand lies casually on the armrest. He looks completely relaxed. “You heard me.” A laugh escapes me, not because it’s funny, but because this man is unbelievable.” No.” I point at him, “ I
❤️Sophie❤️ I stare at him like I heard him wrong. Did he just threaten me? I’m the one in need of a baby daddy, I should be the one doing the ordering here. Not some crazy billionaire who makes everyone around him breathless. This man has to be kidding me. I step back and face him, folding my arms stubbornly. “No.” His brow rises suspiciously, “No?” I nod, “Yes. You don’t get to order me around. I’m a pregnant woman, you should learn to treat us nicely. And secondly, this is insane. You are not who I ordered. Definitely not you. I'm sure the guy is your younger brother, are you covering for him because he’s shy?” He watches me without saying a thing. I carefully wipe the wine off my face, I’m not about to give him the satisfaction of thinking I'm an annoying college student. “Please help me to call my baby daddy, tell him I don’t mind if he’s shy. I would rather deal with a shy twenty-three-year-old man than a thirty-three-year-old billionaire who owns half the city.” “ I’m sh
❤️Sophie❤️ I blink, then blink again. Did someone add weed inside my breakfast? Why am I beginning to imagine things? I lower my phone, look back at it then at him. I repeat the process four more times before clearly coming to the conclusion that I'm beginning to hallucinate. Do pregnant women hallucinate too? Across from the room, the billionaire is still watching me with one hand shoved inside the pocket of his suit. His expression is unreadable, cold. Definitely a misunderstanding. My phone must have vibrated at the same time he pressed his phone. Coincidence. I open the chat again. Shadow_23: You are at the right lounge. The words don't change, they remain exactly as they are, okay maybe I'm not hallucinating. But this? This can't be happening. “ I'm really losing my mind.” One of the bodyguards coughs awkwardly, I ignore him. I refresh the chat, still the same message. Still the billionaire. No. I refuse. “There has to be a mistake.” I point my phone at his







