Sofia's POVMarielli was already packing up her things when we got back to the mansion.The salty breeze still clung to my hair, and my skin was warm from the sun, but there was a quietness in my chest that hadn't been there at the beach. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was just... me realizing things a little too late.Her car sat gleaming in the driveway, freshly fixed. No more stranded days. No more unplanned bonding. She was leaving, just like that.I stood there watching her tuck a bag into the back seat, moving so easily, like everything in the world was exactly where it was supposed to be. She looked up and caught me staring.“Hey,” she said, smiling. “You survived the beach trip.”I walked closer, feeling every step like I was walking into something I couldn't name. “Barely,” I joked, then paused. “Hey, um… can we talk?”She raised a brow. “Sounds serious.”I shrugged, feeling awkward. “Kind of is.”Marielli leaned back against the car, folding her arms like she had all the time
Sofia POV The wind smelled like salt and something else I couldn’t quite name—freedom, maybe. It had been Marielli’s idea. A beach trip. Out of nowhere, like she had a sixth sense for tension and wanted to dissolve it with sunlight and ocean breeze. I had expected Dominic to shut it down immediately. But to my surprise, he hesitated—and then said yes. I watched them talk in the kitchen that morning, their voices soft but familiar. Too familiar. Something in me recoiled. I tried not to show it, tried to be polite. Detached. But it was impossible to ignore the way she looked at him, or how he didn’t pull away. I didn’t belong here. That thought lingered as I stood by the car, waiting to climb into the backseat like some intern tagging along on her boss’s road trip. “Uh-uh.” Marielli moved quickly, stepping in between us. “What do you think you’re doing?” I blinked, confused. “I was going to sit in the back.” Marielli shook her head dramatically. “Backseat? Girl, no. You ar
Dominic's POVThe mechanic was already outside, talking to Marielli. I didn’t bother stepping out—I could guess what he was going to say. Her car wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Maybe not even tomorrow.I stayed in the kitchen, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her stir sugar into her coffee like it was some kind of art. She always moved like she had a plan—even when she pretended not to.“It’s going to take a while,” she said, almost too casually. “You don’t mind if I hang around, do you?”I shrugged. “It’s your call.”She sipped her coffee, that mischievous glint flashing in her eyes. “Let’s go to the beach.”I frowned. “The beach?”“You, me, and Sofia,” she said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “She needs fresh air. And you, Dominic, need to stop brooding before your face stays that way.”I didn’t respond right away. The idea sounded good—too good. That’s what worried me.“Marielli… We’re hiding her. If someone sees us—if he finds out…”She se
Dominic’s POV Marielli visited me here at the mansion and spent the whole day helping me with Sofia’s case. She couldn’t go home because her car broke down, and it was too late to call a mechanic, so we decided she would just spend the night here. But instead of resting, she invited me to have a few beers. Now we’re outside, sitting on the wooden bench, drinking while staring up at the stars. “You really don’t sleep anymore, do you?” she asked, looking at me over the rim of her bottle. I smirked. “I’ll sleep when this case is over… or when I drop dead, whichever comes first.” She rolled her eyes, smiling. “I thought lawyers were dramatic in court, not in real life.” We both laughed, and then she tilted her head toward the sky. “Do you ever wonder what you’d be doing if none of this happened? If life didn’t pull you into… all this?” I took a moment before answering. “Maybe I’d be fixing motorcycles somewhere quiet. Somewhere no one knows my name.” She raised an eyebrow.
Sofia’s POV The late afternoon light cast a golden hue over the estate as I stood by the window, absently tracing patterns on the glass. Outside, Dominic stood near the driveway, his stance firm yet composed, as if waiting for something—or someone. Then she arrived. Marielli. The moment she stepped out of the sleek black car, a shiver ran down my spine. It wasn’t just recognition; it was memory. She wasn’t just any visitor. She was the visitor. The woman who always came to see Dominic while he worked at Romano University. The same woman who had been by his side all those years ago, back in college, when I used to see them together—laughing, talking, always impossibly close. I hadn’t remembered her before, but now, with my memories piecing themselves back together, it all came rushing back. She was always there. I watched as Dominic greeted her, his expression unreadable, yet there was an ease in the way he spoke to her, a familiarity that settled deep in my chest like
Sofia’s POV Since this morning, I hadn’t been able to talk to Dominic. Now that it was already afternoon, I realized I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him. He had been locked away in the study the entire time, completely consumed by his work. I thought about checking on him, even just for a moment, but the door remained shut. Martha told me he was always like this whenever he was focused on something—distant, unreachable. Instead of dwelling on it, I decided to go to the farm and ride a horse for a while. A quiet ride through the fields seemed like the perfect way to clear my mind. When I started feeling hungry, I decided to head back to the mansion. Maybe Dominic was done with his work, and we could finally eat together. As I stepped inside, I found him in the living room, watching the news. The moment he noticed me, he grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “Where have you been?” he asked, his eyes scanning me as if checking if I had gone somewhere I shouldn’t have.