LOGIN"You really thought I would marry someone like you?" His voice was as cold as ice while his blue eyes pierced through me without mercy. "You were just a convenient distraction.Victoria was always the woman I truly wanted by my side." In that moment, I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces, but I swore to myself that those would be the last tears I would ever shed for Alexander Reed. Sophia Morgan had always been a dedicated woman who built her career from the ground up. An orphan with no family support, she worked tirelessly until she became the Marketing Director of the Reed Group. When the powerful and arrogant CEO Alexander Reed noticed her, she believed she had found not only love but also a place to belong. After three years as his secret lover, Sophia discovers in the worst way possible that she was merely a pastime for Alexander. During a corporate event, he publicly humiliates her by announcing his engagement to Victoria, Sophia's personal assistant, who had secretly conspired to take her place. Devastated and with nowhere to go, Sophia tries to piece her life back together. But fate has other plans when she is forced to continue working at the same company, facing daily the man who destroyed her heart and the woman who stole her dreams. In a world where power and money make the rules, Sophia will need to find the strength to survive alongside the man who betrayed her, while battling the feelings that still persist in her wounded heart.
View MoreSophia's POVThe Morgan Holdings hall was full.It wasn't the biggest event I had ever organized, but it was, by far, the most important. Pink and white balloons hung from the ceiling, mixed with gold ribbons. A long table displayed appetizers and sweets. In the center, a two-tier cake – one tier with the company logo, the other with a miniature teddy bear.Two years of work. Two years of tears, of falls, of fresh starts. And there I was, standing beside the stage, Ingrid in my lap, the light blue dress falling over my shoulders."Nervous?" Michael asked beside me, his warm hand on my back."A little.""You're going to crush it. You always do."I looked at him. His eyes were fixed on me, full of a certainty I didn't know I needed to see."Thank you," I whispered."You don't need to thank me. It's the truth."I bit my lip to keep from crying before the speech.The room was full of familiar faces. Emma and Patrick, holding hands, Lizzie sitting on her father's shoulders. Mark, my right-h
Sophia's POV Months later, the contractions started at three in the morning. It wasn't like in the movies. There was no sudden breaking of water, no dramatic screams, no frantic rush to the hospital. It was a dull, low pain that came and went like a wave. "Are you okay?" Michael woke up next to me, his voice thick with sleep. "I think… I think it's today." He sat up in bed so fast he almost fell. His eyes were wide open, his hair disheveled, his breath caught. "Today? How do you know? What do I do? Do I call an ambulance? Emma? Is your bag already packed?" I laughed, even as the pain squeezed my belly. "Michael, breathe." "I'm not the one having a baby. I don't need to breathe." "Yes, you do. Or you'll pass out before I get to the hospital." He jumped out of bed, put his pants on inside out, fixed them, put his shirt on backwards, gave up. Grabbed my bag, the car keys, me. "Let's go." The drive to the hospital was a silent torture. The contractions came every five minutes
Sophia's POVVictoria's hands were trembling. She was sitting on the floor, knees pulled up against her chest, eyes fixed on nowhere. The white rope still lay forgotten between us.Her nose was running. She sniffled once, twice, but didn't wipe it. She just let the snot glisten in the room's dim light.The silence had lasted for centuries. Or maybe just minutes. I no longer knew."Don't say that again," Victoria whispered, her voice broken, wet. "Don't say I'm your sister again, you wretch."She took a deep breath. Or tried to. Her chest rose and fell in an uneven rhythm, as if the air wasn't reaching her. She sniffled again."I will never… never be your sister, do you hear me?"Her words hit me, but they no longer hurt. They only tired me.I remained standing. I looked at her. At the disheveled hair, at the oversized gown, at the hands that wouldn't stop shaking. At the snot running down. At the red, swollen eyes."So you already knew."She didn't answer. She just looked away."You k
Sophia's POVThe dream always started the same way.Richard was in the garden of Eleanor's mansion, fallen after the drop. His body didn't move, but his eyes were open. Fixed on me. I approached, the cold stone floor beneath my bare feet, and he didn't speak. Didn't ask for help. Didn't scream in pain. Just looked."Why did you never tell me I was your daughter?" My voice echoed in the dream, strange, distorted. "Why did you treat me so badly? Why did you want to destroy everything?"Silence.He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, and his eyes remained there, glassy, watching me as if I were a ghost."Answer me, dammit! Why didn't you kill me when you could? Why did you wait?"Nothing.Just the wind in the trees of the mansion. Just his eyes. Just the silence growing between us until it became unbearable.And I woke up.My eyes opened to the bedroom ceiling. Cold sweat ran down my back. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my
Sophia's POVThe sound of the waves was the only sound that existed.A constant, soothing rhythm, erasing the echo of the car engine, the sweet, suffocating smell, from moments ago.Michael didn't ask. He just held on. His arms were the harbor after the storm, and I sank into them, letting his fami
Michael's POV The door to the room was slightly ajar. Inside, it was almost completely dark, lit only by the faint green glow of the vital signs monitor and the blue light of an equipment screen blinking silently in the corner. My heart pounded hard against my ribs in a rapid rhythm. The last tim
Sophia's POVThe discomfort in my shoulder was just a distant thing, a subtle reminder my body was still healing. Everything else was light, laughter, and a happiness so intense it hurt.I was sitting on the stool in my bride's room – actually, one of the guest rooms in one of my grandmother's hous
Sophia's POV Michael's arms were around me, his hands resting on my waist, my face nestled against his chest. We weren't dancing anymore. Just swaying, caught in our own slow rhythm, listening to our own music: each other's breathing, the beating of our hearts synchronizing. "Are you tired?" he






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