LOGINSophia's POVThe car felt smaller, the air heavier. In the back seat, Lizzie was fussing with a tired, irritated cry that was impossible for our ears to ignore."What was I thinking when I agreed to this absurd idea of coming with you?" I said, the words coming out harsher than I intended as I drove towards the Conservatory Garden.Emma, beside me, rolled her eyes."Soph, stop it. Lizzie has already settled down. She just wanted Kiko, the rubber ducky. I forgot it in the bag. It was no big deal." She turned to stroke her daughter's face, who was now sucking on her pacifier, eyes heavy."And focus. We're almost there."My heart was beating an irregular rhythm, a mix of anger, anxiety, and a stab of anticipated pain. We were almost there. I was about to see it with my own eyes.To try and push away the knot in my stomach, I turned to Emma."And about your mother, our conversation didn't end properly last time I asked. Has she called or gotten in touch again?"Emma's face darkened. She
Victoria's POVThe restaurant was a temple of glass and steel, suspended like an eagle's nest over Central Park, with a privileged view. This was where you came to be seen, and to see.An old friend, Lucas Thorne, was already at the reserved table, the best in the house. Seeing me approach, he stood up with that rehearsed, boring elegance of his and pulled out the chair I would sit in.A gentleman. Deep down, I admitted he had his uses. He was handsome in a dangerous way, great in bed, and knew full well the power his position at that oil company gave him. He was, in the end, a useful piece."Victoria," he said, his perfect smile revealing very white teeth. "You look stunning today."I sat down, adjusting the hem of my black silk dress without a hint of gratitude. "Only today?""Always," he retorted, sitting down. "It's just that today there's something different. An energy… more vibrant.""Anyway," I cut in, picking up the glass of sparkling water the waiter had already placed in fro
Alexander's POVHer slap hurt less than the humiliation of having let her get that close. But the pain served a purpose. It confirmed my facade was working. It was dangerous. It was unpredictable.As soon as Victoria's haughty footsteps faded, leaving only the echo of hatred in the hall, my face gave way.The mask of coldness dissolved into an expression of pure exhaustion.I ran my hand over my face, feeling the roughness of the beard, the warm sting of the slap."Damn it…" The murmur came out like a sigh of temporary defeat.Paris, with its chosen solitude, its exhaustive training, and its meticulous plans, hadn't prepared me for the immediate toxicity of being under the same roof with her again.She was sharper,more venomous, feeling like she owned the game because her father held the strings to my company. I needed to recalculate, and fast."And I hope Lila is doing her part now," I continued, looking out the window as if I could see through the city to the Morgan Holdings offices.
Victoria's POVThe mansion was too silent, a silence that weighed irritatingly. Seated on the white silk sofa I hated but kept for status, I tried to focus on the tablet.Financial reports from my father's companies, emails from advisors, social media notifications where I was perfect.But nothing held my attention. The emptiness around me was palpable.The sound that broke the silence was not welcome. It was the insistent, whiny crying of Liam. He was at my feet, pulling on the hem of my linen pants with his little hands dirty from juice."Mommy, play! Mommy, up!"I looked down. His light eyes, so much like his, stared at me with an expectation I had no intention of meeting."No, Liam. Mommy is busy," I said, my voice sharp. I gently nudged his little foot away with the tip of my shoe."Go play with the nanny."He cried louder, a frustrated scream. Irritation rose like lava in my throat."Where is he, huh?" I whispered to nothing, not addressing the boy, but the ghost of the father's
Sophia's POV Michael turned over again in his sleep, his back to me, unaware of my presence.With my heart hammering against my ribs, I navigated through his unlocked phone. My hands trembled so much I almost dropped the device.The first thing I saw was the call log. Dozens of them. Incoming and outgoing. All to the same name:Vanessa Sterling.A wave of nausea rose in my throat.'Sophia, how can you do this to him? After everything he has proven? You are the worst woman in the world.'I promised myself that, after this, I would never invade his privacy again. But the promise disintegrated when my finger touched the messages icon.Most were work conversations: suppliers, the office, bank alerts.Nothing out of the ordinary.I was almost convincing myself of my mistake, about to return the phone, when a new notification popped up at the top of the screen.'Vanessa: Hey, are you awake? I can't sleep.'My finger froze.Then, driven by an impulse that felt like fate, I tapped.The conve
Sophia's POV I closed my eyes tightly. The rage was a volcano about to erupt; tears of pure fury burned behind my eyelids. Richard's face, smiling as he said he had killed my mother, was etched onto my retina. 'Sophia,' a cold, logical voice echoed inside me, the voice I had cultivated over these three years. 'Think. Think clearly. Your instinct is to strangle this man with your bare hands right now, but the plan you've been crafting since Irina's death will reward this calm. He wants to see you lose control. He knows you have the upper hand, that's why he went for this low blow. Those Japanese investors are watching everything. And he could be bluffing, just to hurt you, or to hurt Eleanor through you.' I took a deep breath, the air entering my lungs feeling as if it were cut by blades. I opened my eyes. The tears had dried, leaving only a cold, determined glint. "I expected more from you, honestly," I said, my voice steady, almost disdainful. The cruel smile vanished from th







