“What the fucking hell do you want, Alex?” I said out loud letting him notice my frustration and anger.Of all low life mother fuckers that I can meet today, it has to be Alex.He removed his hoodie and saw him looking like an absolute shit, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess as his mustache was not even groomed.I wanted to scream and shout but it still kept my cool "You and Lily ruined my life once and now you did it again with Rachel but now you have come to gloat about the video, too?”He raised his hands, his smirk fading, his eyes darting like a cornered animal.I was expecting his usual half assed apology so I folded my arms looking angry as hell."Sophie, I am not here to fight. I am in trouble, like really bad trouble. I need your help. Please, just hear me out. Follow me to my car—it’s not safe here.”I laughed out loud at the audacity of this guy. “Your car? You think I am stupid enough to go anywhere with you? After what you did?” I tightened my grip on
I couldn't help but wonder who the person who texted was.My guess was either Ethan trying to beg and then maybe Rachel trying to feed me poison again.I wanted to ignore this and act as if I never got a text but then I knew I couldn't ignore it .Curiosity was a indeed a disease.What if it was a trap, another way to drag me through the mud? My thumb hovered over the call button, my gut screaming to let it go, but I needed to know. I hit call button as my pulse was beating fast.The I heard Ethan's familiar voice. “Sophie?”Ethan. My blood boiled as unwanted to scream. “Stay the fuck away from me,” I spat out as my voice was shaking."You don’t get to do this, Ethan. You don’t get to text me like nothing happened, like you didn’t lie, didn’t let your darling sister Rachel turn my life into a fucking spectacle.”"Sophie, please,” he said sounding very weak. "I thought I had deleted the video from everywhere I swear, I never expected her to pull this stunt, I am trying to fix this—
I took one last look at Ethan as his grey eyes couldn't even face me.I tried to convince myself that he didn't deserve my tears.I met my mother's eyes, she was standing beside Robert Blackwood, her hand tucked into his arm.She still looked beautiful but her face was pale, her lips pressed tight. Our eyes met, and for a moment and time stopped. I didn't know what I expected, that he left her dearest husband's hands and come to comfort her daughter, maybe I was a fool for believing she would do that.She couldn't even meet my eyes as she looked away, her hand tightening on Robert’s, her head turning to him as if I didn’t exist. That one gesture hit harder than Rachel’s, Ethan’s lies, or not even the video playing on that massive screen. My mother had made her choice, and it wasn’t me. It never had been and it will never be.I wanted to scream, to run to her, to demand why she always chose them—her men, her status, her need for freaking money.But she was also a Blackwood by prox
I walked away from Ethan with my head held high even as tears burned at the edges of my vision.I was strong, I had gone through much worst than two rich kids with daddy issues trying to ruin my life.I could handle this.Maybe I would convince myself I never loved him but who the hell am I kidding.I did- I do actually and it will take a while.lot do time and effort to get Ethan Blackwood away from my heart and head.But trust me, I will.Each step I took forward felt like it was splitting me open, but I forced my spine straight and my shoulders squared.it was as if I could fall on the floor face first any moment from now, but heaven forbids that happens.I would not let him see me crumble. Not now, not ever.Especially not after everything he had just admitted, or failed to admit.But Ethan was a stubborn bastard, maybe he didn't get the memo that I didn't want to speak to him ever again because I didn't understand why he was desperately calling my name."Sophie, please!”Even thou
The sheer look of shock on Rachel's face was enough to me to feel better, good and fine what she had said took me down a lot but at least I knew I slapped her.She reeled back, her hand pressed against her cheek, and for the first time, the smugness cracked. She blinked twice like she couldn’t believe what just happened.She couldn't believe I slapped her.“You slapped me?” she gasped out looking very outraged.“I should have done worse,” I hissed trying to control how my chest was heaving, my hands was still shaking and I knew if she tried again I could slap her make up off.She lunged like she was about to claw my face off, but I stepped forward, holding my ground with a kind of fury I didn't even know I had."Try it. I dare you I will fucking end you.”Ethan moved to intercept, even through it wasn't necessary since I got the whole situation under control, he hand raised trying to hold her down as his voice went dangerously low."Rachel—don’t.”Her gaze darted from me to him. That
The scream was involuntarily, my mouth after before my mind it was as simple as that.But that single action gave away the fact that I was eavesdropping.Their heads snapped toward me. Ethan's eyes met mine, wide with shock, guilt and fear.It wasn't my fault really, how was I supposed to know that they were talking about something so serious, I didn’t mean to hear anything.Even though I was the center of the whole conversation.But it was never too late to retreat.I was holding my breath hoping that will ground me but it wasn't working as my heart was pounding so hard against my ribs it felt like it wanted out of my chest.Rachel had a huge ass smile on her face as her eyes found mine with a predator’s gaze, it was at this point that she looked identical to her sadistic father.“Well,” she drawled, “look who decided to play shadow puppet.”Ethan took a step forward.“Sophie—”"Don’t. Please don’t.” I stumbled back. “No. No—no, no—”But he was already moving.“Sophie, wait!”I ran.
Immediately we entered I was overwhelmed, people swarmed around us—shareholders, board members, media executives, celebrities, politicians, all wanting to shake Ethan’s hand or kiss both my cheeks.Everyone wanted to talk to I and Ethan, I felt like an insanely popular A-list celebrity.It was insane, I knew Camille and I had wanted a buzz but what we had generated was insane.It was like the met gala but in a hotel launch kind of way, I could tell that Ethan's hotel would rival the Hamptons.I tried to keep a straight face and a plastered smile on even though every "Congratulations!" and "You two are building an empire!" made it feel more real, more permanent.I knew that we were standing at the edge of legacy, but everyone screaming it in my ear made it seem a whole lot overwhelming.I had just stepped into a day in Ethan's whole reality and I was already complaining.I took in a deep breath already expecting the worst as I spotted Rachel standing at the gold accented floral arch.S
Sophie's POV There is something almost too dramatic about being dressed like royalty in the backseat of a bulletproof limo, cruising five miles an hour just so photographers have enough time to swarm. I looked at Ethan, adjusting the delicate diamond clasp of my clutch."You know," I teased him as I crossed one leg over the other. "Since we already changed in the hotel suite, we could have just walked in through the back entrance quietly and cassy without any fuss."Ethan didn’t even flinch, eyes still on the front window like he was surveying a battlefield.“And miss the grand entrance?” he said, smooth as velvet. “Absolutely not.”He finally turned to me as his eyes went from my glossy hair to the slit in my gown. “Besides, you don’t spend that long getting dressed just to enter through the service elevator.”I gave a half-smirk. “Fair enough.”As the limo turned toward the front of the hotel, something outside the tinted glass caught my eye.There, right beneath the massive glow
This night was not just meant to be big,It was going to be incredibly monumental.Ethan wasn’t just opening a hotel after all, he was launching the largest luxury hostel brand spanning the United States and the Philippines.A bold, cross-continental empire built from sweat, strategy, and pure hardworking. And I… somehow ended up being the face of it.No pressure at all.But I was going to calm my nerves since I had established that tonight was important. This was his night and for some reason, Ethan insisted I look like I belonged beside him.I stared at myself in the mirror, a little stunned and the reflection almost didn’t feel like me.It was too perfect, like my mother.I had contacted the stylist that Ethan used to surprise me with back when we were still talking, the ones that invaded my small apartment and insisted I take the makeover glam Ethan had paid for.I had told Ethan that I wanted to work with them and I had contacted them weeks now, prepping looks and visuals for the