Sophia's POV
I sit by the corner all by myself, watching Lucas and his colleagues joke and laugh about things. I sigh heavily and avert my attention back to the bar and drown myself in the solemn music blaring from the speakers.Apparently, it was true. Lucas is no longer CEO of Anderson Enterprise. I was able to dig deeper and i got to find out that someone bought a large amount of shares from the company which automatically makes him the new CEO of the company. In order to celebrate the new CEO, A charity gala was organized by Lucas and some of his other colleagues, Lucas forced me to come along, just so people might think our marriage is some kind of bed of roses meanwhile I have a feeling that my marriage with Lucas is slowly crumbling, all I can do is hold onto the crumps.I release a heavy sigh as I hear Lucas yell "Babe! Can you please get us three bottles of tequila and some shot glasses!" I roll my eyes. It is not like I can refuse to his offer. There are several waitresses passing around but I know that he chooses to order me just to prove to his friends that he can be a man who bosses his wife around."Sure honey!" I yell back forcing a smile on my face. I walk to the bartender and order three bottle of tequilas, she offers to help me serve Lucas but I refuse, the last thing I want to do is get into trouble with him. I grab the tray and sluggishly drag my feet towards the table where Lucas and his friends are sitting.As I draw closer to him, everything seems to be going well until I accidentally trip on something causing me to lose balance, I almost fall flat to the floor but someone hastily grabs me by the wrist and pulls me into his arms before I can fall to the floor.The next thing I hear is the shattering noise of bottles and I feel the whole content spill over my dress and over the culprit who just saved me from falling.Everywhere becomes silent, the music stops and I feel all eyes on me. I hastily pull away from the person. I look up to gaze at the culprit, my mouth hangs open at the god-like face in front of me. His dark hair is perfectly styled, covering his left eye, his piercing blue eyes stare into mine. I gaze at his well tailored suit that hugs his muscular physique, his once-white suit is now ruined with the reddish content of alcohol.My mouth trembles as I hear everyone slowly whisper words to themselves. "It's Julian Gray." "Hey, it's Julian Gray." "How could she be so clumsy around Julian Gray?" Who is Julian Gray? Why does it seem like i have committed a grave sin? I am about to apologize to the handsome man standing in front of me when I suddenly hear Lucas yell my name harshly. The next thing I feel is someone pull me by the hair, I groan in agony as I turn around to gaze at Lucas gripping me tight by the hair."How dare you be so clumsy Sophia? What in the world is wrong with you?" Lucas yells through gritted teeth. His eyes twinkle with anger and his grip on my hair tightens. "That is enough." A deep, hoarse voice suddenly echoes in the room causing Lucas to let go off my hair. His voice sends chills down my spine, whoever this guy is, he is most likely someone important. Something about his presence and choice of words is commanding."I apologize for my wife's stupid behaviour. I am so embarrassed right now. She can be really stupid sometimes." Lucas says. I just bow my head low in shame and allow Lucas embarrass me in front of everyone."You should never address a woman like that." The so called Julian Gray speaks up, ignoring Lucas' apology. He takes a few steps towards Lucas and continues. "What kind of man are you? I mean what kind of husband are you? Do you enjoy making a fool out of your wife? Men like you do not deserve these kind of women at all." His expression is filled with confusion.Everyone gasp in shock, I watch Lucas' countenance fall, a frown grows on his face and i can tell that his pride is hurt by the way Julian Gray just spoke to him.Lucas turns to me with fiery eyes. "Don't you dare bother to return home!" With that, he turns around and leaves the hotel. Without hesitation, I hastily apologize again to Julian Gray and attempt to run after Lucas but I feel someone grab me by the wrist to pull me back. I turn around to gaze at Julian Gray with a confused look on my face."Let him go. He doesn't deserve you. I don't understand why you suck to someone as arrogant as him." He says.I remain quiet, I know Julian is right but what can I say? Maybe I am a love sick fool for Lucas. Just maybe that."Grab a drink with me." Julian says. I want to refuse but I know how rude it would come off, especially after I spilled drink on him and ruined his expensive shirt.I and Julian drink in his car where there is no one watching us. For some weird reason, I find myself pouring out my feelings to him. Maybe it is the alcohol or maybe I have just taken too much of Lucas' shit. I tell Julian basically everything from how my parents forced me into marrying Lucas to how Lucas has done nothing but cheat on me and treat me like trash.The night ends with a soft passionate kiss between i and Julian. His last words ring in my head before I drown myself in the alcohol."I promise to free you from the captivity of that man."
Sophia’s POVThe morning sun spills through the lace curtains of a private suite in Julian’s sprawling London estate, its soft glow dancing across a mahogany vanity where I sit, preparing for a discreet doctor’s visit to check on our daughter, Lily. My hair is pinned loosely, my cotton dress light against my skin, the gentle swell of my pregnancy a quiet reminder of the life we’re nurturing. I pack a small bag with essentials—a notebook for questions, a soft scarf for comfort,my heart fluttering with anticipation for news of Lily’s health. This hidden estate, its stone walls and secret passages, shields us from Daniel’s cunning, Emily’s pursuit, Nadya’s silence, and my parents’ greed. My past, once fractured by Emily’s cruel act, is knitting together—Julian’s laughter, his vows each moment a stitch, weaving hope into my heart.Julian enters, a tray of tea and toast in hand, his dark hair glinting in the light, his blue eyes bright with a warmth that steadies me. He’s in a soft sweater
Nadya’s POVThe flickering light of a single lamp casts jagged shadows across the cracked walls of a safehouse in a city I won’t name, its peeling paint and musty air a stark contrast to the opulent offices I once commanded at Anderson Enterprises. I sit at a rickety table, my fingers tracing the edges of a burner phone, its blank screen a reminder of my severed ties. My dark hair is pulled into a tight bun, my jacket worn, my nerves frayed as I sift through the wreckage of my plans. Julian and Sophia are ghosts, their whereabouts a void I can’t pierce, hidden by Julian’s wealth and cunning. My deal with the prosecutors trading secrets for leniency lies in tatters, my leverage gone, and I’m alone, hunted by Daniel’s ambition, Emily’s desperation, and the law’s closing net. My betrayal of Sophia, my role in Lucas’s schemes, haunts me, but I’m not done I’ll claw my way out, rewrite my story.I lean back, the chair creaking, the air heavy with the scent of damp wood and stale coffee. I
Julian’s POVI close the laptop, its soft click echoing in the quiet study, the weight of my plans to shield Sophia and our unborn daughter, Lily, settling like a mantle over my shoulders. The morning light fades, and a restless need to see Sophia pulls me from the desk. I step through the estate’s hidden corridors, my footsteps muffled on the polished floors, until I reach a private balcony overlooking a secluded courtyard, its ivy-covered walls bathed in the soft glow of dawn. My dark hair catches the breeze, my sweater light against my skin, and I lean on the wrought-iron railing, my mind charting the next steps to keep our enemies at bay—Daniel’s cunning, Emily’s pursuit, Nadya’s silence, Sophia’s parents’ greed all locked out by this fortress of stone and secrecy. Sophia’s past, broken by Emily’s cruel act, is healing, her trust in me a beacon, and I’ll ensure no shadow dims her light.I breathe deeply, the air crisp with the scent of dew and blooming jasmine, and decide to plan
Julian’s POVThe morning sun filters through the heavy drapes of a private study in my London estate, its oak desk cluttered with maps and encrypted messages, the faint hum of a secure laptop filling the air. I lean back in a leather chair, my fingers drumming on the armrest, my mind racing through the web of threats encircling Sophia and our unborn daughter, Lily. My dark hair falls across my forehead, my sweater soft against my skin, but my thoughts are sharp, honed on protecting the life we’ve built in this hidden refuge. No one knows we’re here—not Daniel with his cunning schemes, not Emily with her vengeful pursuit, not Nadya or Sophia’s parents, whose greed casts long shadows. Sophia’s past, fractured by Emily’s cruel act, is healing, her memories returning,my touch, our vows and I’ll ensure nothing threatens her light, our love, our future.Rob, my trusted fixer, stands across the desk, his weathered face set, his tablet displaying updates on our enemies. His presence steadies
Sophia’s POVThe dawn’s golden warmth lingers in the secluded bedroom of Julian’s London estate, but as our breaths steady, our bodies still entwined from the intensity of our shared passion, I feel a quiet pull to create something new, a melody to echo our love. I slip from the silk sheets, my skin still flushed, and pull on a soft linen dress, its fabric cool against my thighs. Julian watches, his blue eyes glinting with a tender glow, his bare chest rising slowly, and I smile, taking his hand. “Come with me,” I whisper, my voice light, leading him through the estate’s hidden corridors to a music room I discovered yesterday, its polished wood and velvet curtains a haven for our hearts. This secret refuge, its high walls and veiled paths, keeps us beyond the reach of Daniel’s cunning, Emily’s schemes, Nadya’s silence, and my parents’ greed. My past, fractured by Emily’s cruel act, is mending—Julian’s voice, his devotion each moment a note, composing the song of my soul.We enter the
Sophia’s POVThe golden dawn light lingers in the secluded bedroom of Julian’s London estate, its velvet drapes framing a soft glow that bathes our tangled bodies, still warm and slick from our lovemaking on the chaise lounge. My skin hums with the aftershocks of pleasure, my limbs heavy, my breath slowing as I lie against Julian’s chest, his heartbeat a steady thrum beneath my cheek. The silk sheets are a rumpled cocoon around us, the air thick with the scent of our desire, and my pregnancy’s gentle curve presses against his side, our daughter, Lily, a quiet presence in this hidden haven. No one can find us here—not Daniel with his cunning plots, not Emily with her schemes, not Nadya or my parents, whose betrayals are mere whispers, drowned by the pulse of our love. My past, broken by Emily’s cruel act, is mending, each memory—Julian’s touch, his vows igniting a fire that burns away my pain, binding me to him.Julian’s fingers trace lazy circles on my bare back, his touch sending sh