I got instantly hard as I started at her looking naturally beautiful.Her lips still swollen from our last kiss, her eyes shining with mischief and longing as if she was daring me to take her offer.I would be a fool If I choose not to, she arched her eyebrow maybe waiting for an answer but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t—not right away.All I could do was to stare at the way her hair spilled over her shoulders and the way her green eyes glowed.My eyes moved to her mouth and fuck! Blood went straight down there making me even harder.Was that even possible?She looked very innocent yet incredibly sensitive with the wag her lips were slightly open.How she stood there like she wasn’t dangerous. Like she didn’t know what she was doing to me. Like she wasn’t the exact kind of chaos I had spend a lifetime chasing.My jaw clenched. My pulse kicked up.She raised a brow. “Ethan?”I blinked and then exhaled.She tugged at my collar again, mischief in her eyes. “Are we going inside or not?”And
Sophie's POV I hadn’t stepped into the office in days, and I wasn't sure if I would ever return there. It was not because I couldn’t—technically I could have—but because I simply didn’t want to. Since the whole mess with Ethan, I didn't want to deal.with the gossip of a very toxic workplace, and besides I had chosen to focus all my energy on the expansion project. It wasn't like I wasn't getting paid. Work was... safer when it was just blueprints, deadlines, and location scouting. No drama. No chaos. No explicit pictures. And sadly no Rachel. She hadn’t returned any of my calls or texts. I didn’t know if she was ghosting me or just needed space, but either way, it stung. She had been my rock, and I really needed her right now. We were walking through the proposed site for the new hotel today. Ethan has this glow on his face like construction was always his thing, and from the way he spoke I could tell he liked seeing the bones of a place before it became anything at all. But
From Ethan's facial expression I saw he liked what he saw.The restaurant was warm—intimate in that old-school, no-reservations-needed kind of way. There were no marble countertops or curated art installations, just mismatched chairs and the smell of garlic and butter floating thick in the air. The walls were faded red, the lighting soft and gold. “This,” I said, dropping into the booth, “is heaven.”Ethan grinned as he slid in across from me, his broad shoulders nearly bumping into the edge of the seat. “You weren’t kidding. Smells like they’re actually cooking here.”“Real food,” I said, opening the stained menu. “Praise be.”We were barely two minutes in—arguing gently over whether to start with the garlic knots or the cheesy bread—when I saw an old lady Bent slightly at the waist, hands wiping down a wooden table in the far corner. Her gray hair was pulled back into a bun, a white apron tied tightly around her narrow frame.I wouldn’t have noticed her if not for the way Ethan sud
ETHAN'S POV I didn’t remember starting the engine. Just the way my fingers clenched the steering tightly.All I knew was that I needed answers and I needed them now.The sky was dark as if it was Ankit to rain but I didn't care one bit.After what felt like hours I reached my perfect childhood mansion.I pulled into the driveway taking a deep breath, everything about this place felt the same, but I wasn’t at all, not anymore.I killed the engine and just sat there, my reflection staring back at me in the rearview mirror, my eyes were darker than I remembered, it was because I hadn't slept for days..I stepped out, slamming the door harder than I meant to.The front doors opened wide as the smell of polished wood and expensive candles hit me.And then I heard Sophie's mother's sickly sweet voice.I didn't know how I hated this woman but loved her daughter —Fuck! Did I just say love? I meant how I hated this woman and slightly tolerated her daughter.I pushed the thought of love at th
I found more prescriptions.Most of them were blank and unwritten with no doctor's note, just the name of the druh there weren't even guidelines or anything it was unfilled and unsigned.Some were folded, others were stuffed between pages of old magazines at the back of her closet; they were not even hidden well — just discarded like they meant nothing.But I knew my mother, she was very meticulous and nothing in her life was ever accidental.I sat on the floor, surrounded by her memories with the empty prescriptions in one hand and her diary in the other. My chest felt extremely tight and I couldn't breathe, it was as if the walls were closing in on me and Like maybe this house was trying to bury me too.But I had to convince myself that it was all in my mind because I wanted to keep going and ip apart every drawer, every floorboard, every nook and fucking cranny of her room But the thing was that I was scared, I didn't know what else awaited me, so naturally, I was scared of what e
I looked at her curiously and wanted obviously to know more as I stepped forward slowly.I bent down to her level to see what see was reading as hands hovered above the page like I was afraid it might burn or something “Let me see it,” I said, shocked that my own voice didn’t sound like mine.She didn’t hesitate, he just held it out with no warning or pause.I took the diary and read“I tried to protect him. God knows I did. But the day he walked into my room with the bottle, asking why it had Daddy’s name on it, I knew I was losing grip. Ethan was only six and he already understood too much I guess children are too observant, and maybe he inherited more than just his father’s eyes.”Everything blurred, the diary slipped from my hands and landed with a thud.Sophie bent to pick it up, but I stepped back.“No.”“Ethan—”“I need to think.”I moved toward the window, pressing my palm to the glass, my forehead against it. “I don’t remember any bottle,” I whispered. “But I remember her c
Sophie's POVLorna’s fingers twisting a worn-out tissue, and I could already tell she wasn’t sure if she should speak. I could tell she was already getting emotional as I watched her lips tremble as she finally drew in a shaky breath.Ethan hands resting on the steering wheel even though we weren’t going anywhere, be looked very agitated as if he knew he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear.“Lorna please.” I begged. “I know this is hard for you but Ethan needs answers.”She nodded her head and sighed.“She met him in school… your mother. God, she was brilliant. Soft-spoken but sharp. She could silence a room with just one look.” She was looking at Ethan with a sparkle in her eyes as if she was seeing his mother in him.Ethan didn’t move, but I could feel him getting agitated. I turned slightly in my seat, I turned my body to face her as Lorna spoke.“Your father was a scholarship student, an orphan but was deadly smart, your grandfather sponsored him and your mother took i
Lorna’s eyes shifted to him slowly, and the sorrow etched into her face made my chest tighten. She looked like someone who’d lived with the truth for too long, and it had started to rot inside her.“He isolated her,” Lorna said. “At first, it was subtle. He convinced her not to go to her usual doctor. Said he knew someone more experienced, someone who ‘specialized in stress-related issues.’ She was hesitant, but he insisted. Claimed it was best for the baby.” She turned to Ethan “Best for you.”She turned to me then, her voice sharper and deadly bitter. “But that doctor… he was a joke. No credentials we could ever confirm. Always gave vague results, told her the tests were fine even when she could barely walk without holding onto something. I told her it wasn’t right. Told her to get a second opinion. But Robert didn’t let her.”Ethan’s jaw clenched. I could see it working as he gritted his teeth.“He told her she was imagining things. That she was paranoid. That stress was making her
I turned back to Ethan, his hand still hovering like he wanted to reach for me again but didn’t dare.“Ethan,” I said, almost begging him to say, “What were you going to say?”His eyes met mine. “Don’t trust her, Sophie.”My pulse jumped. “Why? Make me believe you just don't tell me what to do.” He opened his mouth to speak but then Rachel appeared with a smile on her face.She was dressed in something effortless and expensive, her designer sunglasses pushed up into her waves. She looked like a magazine cover come to life.“Sophie, oh my God,” she said, eyeing me from head to toe. “That dress is stunning on you, you’re glowing!”I blinked, still wanting Ethan to speak, but I could tell he wasn't going to Rachel's gaze went right past Ethan like he wasn’t even breathing in the same room.“I’m parked outside. Come on, they’re expecting us you are gonna thank me by noon.”She held out her hand and I was about to take it, Ethan stepped between us.“She’s not going with you.”Rachel’s sm
Sophie's POVRachel kept on talking as if what Ethan was saying wasn't her concern.“Well don't listen to Ethan, what I planned was amazing.” Her eyes gleaming with excitement. “It will be just us girls and I have got us booked at Valentina’s, with all the VIP things, steam rooms, facials, massages—the works.” She paused and glared at Ethan. “You will love it, Sophie. So relaxing, play you need to loosen up.”I opened my mouth, unsure what to say.Ethan didn’t say anything., but I could sense that he had a lot to say. “I thought it would be nice for her to get a break from all… this.”She waved vaguely toward him, but we both knew what she meant, that Ethan was the problem here.That’s when Ethan coughed out loud.Rachel flinched before regaining her sugar-drenched composure. “Just saying—it’s bonding and I am trying.”Ethan stepped forward, clenching his jaw. “Sophie is not going anywhere.”Rachel scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder like the queen of chaos she thought she wa
Sophie's POVEthan was pacing my room, like a mad man on rampage and I actually understood where he was coming from.“He’s been sending money to Callahan.” He repeated.He kept walking and then finally he started staggering and the, his back but the wall and he sank like his legs gave up on him, he looked like he was about to drown.His hands clawed at his shirt, as he was hyperventilating.I walked up to him and then dropped to my knees to stay beside him. “Ethan, hey please look at me.”But he didn’t look.“Ethan—look at me.” I repeated as I cupped his face trying to make him feel calm, my thumbs brushed over his cheeks. His eyes were glassy like he wanted to cry, but he was trying to hold it together.“Breathe with me,” I said calmly. “Okay? In... one, two... hold it. Now out. Nice and slow.”I repeated it until I felt him mimic my breathing and then his breathing calmed down, our backs were against the wall looking like two people whose life was over.He let his head fall forward
Sophie's POVI didn't know what to say, but Ethan was giving me a very apologetic look, but my look was anything but accommodating.He needed to know that his mere presence wasn't going to change anything.“What the hell are you doing in my house?”“I need just five minutes of your time.” He said and I nodded because it was rare to see Ethan Blackwood begging for something from a common girl like me. “I came to apologize.”A laugh escaped from my lips before I could stop it. “It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”“Sophie—”“No, do not say my name like we are still fine and like you didn’t shut me down and tell me to mind my business when all I did was trying to care.”He flinched at words, I was pleased that she was flinching like he should.“I was angry and I wasn’t thinking—”“Exactly,” I cut him short. “You weren’t thinking Ethan you were freaking spiraling, and I tried to help and you practically told me to disappear.”His silence only made me more angry and when I lo
Ethan's POVI have been missing Sophie, and I have been a terrible asshole that doesn't deserve her one bit.she was too kind, he was like a freaking saint who but up with me ever fucking time, she could do way better than a broken bastard like me but she still stayed.But it doesn't change the fact that I still wanted her.I know I hurt her. Maybe not with my hands, but with my words first and then my silence.I could apologize. But I won’t, because apologies don’t fix people like me.I want to make myself believe that she was better off without a sadistic mother fucker like me and a woman like her needs someone softer, who doesn’t wake up every morning with a bitter ass mood and snaps when he didn't .Still… I miss her.But not enough to seek her out.But the only thing I've been doing right this week is following Callahan, and the bastard's life was indeed monotonous.I parked my car behind him, as he stepped out of his sleek black BMW at Silver Pines Golf Club, he was laughing int
ONE WEEK LATER- Sophie's POVIt had been a week, seven freaking long, quiet days since Ethan last spoke to me.He hadn’t called or even texted, I didn't even get a forwarded meme or a “hey.”And I didn’t reach out either, not because I didn’t want to, but because I meant what I said. If he wants to talk to me, he knows where to find me.And more importantly, he owed me an apology. I wasn’t going to chase someone who could so easily brush me off like I was just another person in his life So when Monday came and I went to the site for the hotel expansion because we have been neglecting it. If he wanted to pretend I didn’t exist, fine. I could still work without him.I didn't know if it was because I hadn't been here for a while but everything came together just perfectly, to say that it was stunning was an incredible understatement.It was regal with floor to ceiling windows and it didn’t look like something built in under a year.“This is impressive,” I muttered to myself as I smooth
We were just about to leave when the receptionist called me back."Miss? Miss — could I have a word?"I turned, blinking, to find her standing halfway out from behind her desk, her hands were fidgeting nervously with the hem of her cardigan as she glanced around, as if afraid of being overheard.Would you mind if I spoke to you... alone for a moment?" she asked, her voice polite but still sounding very urgent.I blinked but before I could answer, she turned her apologetic smile toward Ethan."Sir, if you don't mind—?" she gestured vaguely toward the parking lot.Ethan looked between us, frowning slightly, looking at her very suspiciously as he always looked at everyone. But after a few seconds, he gave her a small shrug and muttered, "I'll be in the car," before stepping fully outside."I'm sorry," she said in a rush, "I just... I needed to catch you before you left."I shifted my bag higher on my shoulder. "It’s okay. What is it?"She glanced toward the door, as if checking to make
As we left the hospital, I took in a deep breath, but it didn’t help.Ethan walked in front without waiting for me, his shoulders tight, his head down like he, I hurried after him.We pulled out of the hospital lot as we drove in silence, there was a lot I wanted to ask but I couldn't find the right words to say them.But then finally, I couldn’t take it anymore."So," I said carefully trying to keep my tone neutral, "What’s the plan? What exactly do you want to do now?"He stared straight ahead as his eyes were locked on the road. His knuckles were so tight on the steering wheel, they looked almost white and bloodless."What else? We will visit Rose Callahan," he said without hesitation.I studied him quietly, feeling his uneasy he was, there was more to this, so much more he wasn't willing to share."Ethan," I said slowly, "I’m not dumb. Something’s going on between you and your ex-stepmother, I am not dumb not to notice and that whole thing back there? That wasn’t nothing."His re
The second she said his name, it was like an electric shock shot straight through Ethan. His body tensed, his usual composed exterior cracking as his eyes locked onto the nurse with an intensity that almost startled me. His reaction wasn’t subtle in any way it was as if someone had just tossed a bucket of ice-cold water over him, and he was struggling to process it.He looked both relieved and scared at the same time, and it was understandable. I could practically feel his anxiety pressing on my chest.“You worked with Dr. Callahan?” Ethan asked, his voice desperate. The nurse blinked at him, a little startled by his intensity. “Yeah. Unfortunately,” she muttered as she didn't try to hide her bitterness. “For a long time.”“Can I—” Ethan paused, swallowing the words as though they were fighting their way out of him. “Can I ask you some questions about him?”He asked it like she was offering something precious, like every word she could give him was the missing piece to a puzzle tha