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Sophia's POV
My heart was racing as I adjusted the black dress I had bought especially for tonight. It was a simple but elegant design, the most expensive one I had ever bought in my entire life. Three months of saving to be on par with the Reed Group's most important event of the year. I ran my fingers through my brown hair, trying to tame a few rebellious strands. I was never the type of woman who drew attention for her looks. I didn't have the stunning beauty of Victoria, my assistant, with her perfectly straight blonde hair and hypnotizing green eyes. But tonight I wanted to be beautiful. For him. For Alexander. Three years. That's how long we had been together in secret. Three years of furtive meetings, of promises whispered in the dark, of moments stolen in his office after everyone had gone home. Three years waiting for the day he would finally acknowledge me. And today could be that day. "You look beautiful," said Emma, my best friend, the only person who knew about my relationship with Alexander. "He's going to be speechless when he sees you." I smiled nervously, adjusting the delicate necklace Alexander had given me on our second anniversary. "Do you really think so? Victoria will be there in some designer dress that costs more than six months of my rent." Emma rolled her eyes. "Stop comparing yourself to her. You are the youngest marketing director in the history of the Reed Group. You earned that on your own merit, not with fake smiles and short skirts." I nodded, trying to absorb her confidence. Emma was right. I had worked hard to get where I was. An orphan since the age of twelve, I grew up in foster homes, studied on scholarships, and worked three jobs to pay for college. No one had ever given me anything for free. Except Alexander. He had given me hope. Love. A future. "He said he has a surprise for tonight," I confessed, feeling the butterflies in my stomach. "Do you think finally...?" Emma smiled, squeezing my hand. "There's only one way to find out." The ballroom at the Plaza Hotel was dazzling. Crystal chandeliers lit up the room, reflecting off the champagne flutes circulating on silver trays. The cream of New York society was present—businessmen, politicians, celebrities, all gathered to celebrate the Reed Group's 50th anniversary. I entered alone, as always. Alexander and I never arrived at events together. It was part of our unspoken agreement. He said it was to protect me, to avoid gossip that could harm my professional reputation. I pretended to believe it, though a part of me knew there was more to it. I took a glass of champagne and scanned the room with my eyes, looking for him. It wasn't hard to find him. Alexander Reed always stood out in any environment. Tall, imposing, with his perfectly combed black hair and blue eyes that seemed to see through your soul. He wore a tuxedo that accentuated his broad shoulders, talking to a group of executives. Our eyes met for a brief moment. I felt my heart skip a beat when he offered me a discreet smile before turning his attention back to the conversation. That was our code. Later, he would find a way for us to be alone, even if just for a few minutes. "Sophia! Glad you made it." I turned to find Michael Carter, the Reed Group's financial director and Alexander's best friend, approaching with a warm smile. Michael had always been kind to me, one of the few executives who treated me as an equal from the start. "Michael, good evening," I replied, returning the smile. "Everything is wonderful." "You look stunning," he commented, his gaze sincere. "That dress..." "Thank you," I replied, feeling my cheeks flush. I never knew how to handle compliments well. Michael hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something more. His gaze drifted to Alexander and then back to me, with an expression I couldn't decipher. "Is everything alright, Michael?" He opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by the clinking of a spoon against a crystal glass. The entire room fell silent as Alexander stepped onto the small stage set up in the center of the ballroom. My heart raced. It was now. The surprise he had mentioned. "Ladies and gentlemen," Alexander's deep, confident voice echoed through the ballroom. "I thank you all for being here on this special night. Fifty years ago, my grandfather founded this company with a simple vision: excellence in everything we do." He continued his speech, talking about the company's history, the challenges overcome, the achievements reached. I watched him, mesmerized, as I always was when I saw him in his element. Alexander was born to lead, to command. It was impossible not to be captivated by his charisma. "But tonight is not just about celebrating the past," he continued, his gaze sweeping the audience. "It's also about looking to the future. And speaking of the future..." My heart raced. It was now. Was he going to call me to the stage? Announce our relationship? Maybe even an engagement? My hands began to tremble slightly. "I would like to call to the stage someone very special," Alexander said, his smile widening. "The woman who will soon become my wife." The ballroom erupted in applause and murmurs of excitement. I felt my entire body freeze. Was this really happening? After three years, he was finally... "Victoria Pierce, would you join me?" The world stopped. The sound of applause turned into a distant buzz in my ears. Victoria? My assistant Victoria? As if in a nightmare in slow motion, I saw Victoria—stunning in a red dress that hugged every curve of her body—walk confidently onto the stage, a radiant smile on her perfect face. Alexander greeted her with a passionate kiss in front of everyone before sliding a diamond ring onto her finger. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce my engagement to this extraordinary woman. Victoria is not only my future wife but also the new Vice President of Marketing for the Reed Group." Vice President of Marketing. My position. The position I had earned with years of hard work. I felt the champagne churn in my stomach. The people around me applauded, smiled, commented on the "perfect couple." No one noticed the woman in the simple black dress struggling to breathe in a corner of the ballroom. "Sophia..." Michael's voice sounded distant. I felt his hand on my shoulder, but I couldn't respond. My eyes were fixed on the stage, where Alexander and Victoria posed for photos, smiling, as flashes exploded around them. I don't know how I managed to move. My body seemed to belong to someone else as I walked mechanically toward the exit. I needed to get out of there. I needed to breathe. "Sophia, wait!" Michael caught up with me in the hallway leading to the elevators. "I'm so sorry. I wanted to warn you, but..." "You knew?" The words came out as a strangled whisper. Michael's guilty expression was answer enough. "He told me yesterday. I tried to convince him to reconsider, to at least talk to you first, but..." "How long?" I interrupted, needing to know the extent of the betrayal. "How long have they been together?" Michael looked away. "Six months, from what I know." Six months. While I waited patiently for Alexander to acknowledge me, he was building a future with my assistant. The woman who worked directly with me every day, who smiled at me, who pretended to be my friend. "I need to go," I murmured, pressing the elevator button hard. "Don't go like this," Michael begged. "Let me call a cab for you. You're in no condition to drive." "I'm fine," I lied, entering the elevator as soon as the doors opened. "I just need to be alone." The doors were almost closed when a strong hand stopped them. Alexander stepped into the elevator, his face a mask of contained irritation. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked as soon as the doors closed, leaving us alone.Alexander's POV The darkness on the back road was almost absolute, broken only by my headlights, cutting through the night like a blunt knife. The sound of my car engine was the only noise, a low rumble echoing in my ears, keeping pace with the rhythm of my own guilt.I had left the beach hours ago, after seeing Richard and the woman heading down towards the sand. I had run, shouted, but they had disappeared into the tree line before I could reach them. The helplessness was a bitter taste in my mouth. Warn the police? What would I say? That I had kidnapped the bride and, in the process, seen an armed fugitive? They would arrest me before hearing the rest.I had returned to the city, a buzz of panic and remorse in my head. I drove aimlessly, until a deeper instinct led me to a quiet residential neighborhood. The Williams' house.The car was there. A common silver sedan, parked a house away, headlights off. But it wasn't empty. Through the rear passenger window, I saw movement. A gli
Sophia's POVMichael had his arms around me, his hands resting on my waist, my face pressed 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 synchronized beating of our hearts."Are you tired?" he asked, his murmur warm against my temple."I'm exhausted," I admitted, without opening my eyes. "But I don't want this day to end.""It won't end," he promised, holding me gently. "Tomorrow is just… a continuation. Without a dirt-stained dress, I hope."I laughed, a sound muffled against the fabric of his suit. He had changed his disheveled shirt for a clean one, but the wedding suit had been left behind, lost in the chaos. We were both a little undone, a little messy. Perfect."I miss Liam," I whispered, the only shadow in this piece of heaven. The nurse had texted saying he had fallen asleep early, still very unsettled by the changes. My grandmother had sent a car and two security men to sta
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 familiar scent – soap, clean cotton, and something that was just him – wash away the rest."He let me go," I whispered against his chest, my words muffled by the fabric of his shirt.I felt his chin rest on the top of my head. "I know. I saw.""How?""When you didn't show up… I knew. Only one person would do something like that. I ran outside, asked the guards. One saw a car heading towards the old beach road. I followed my instinct."He pulled me back just enough to look into my eyes. His hands framed my face, gentle, reverent. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?""No. Just… scared."He examined my face, my eyes, searching for any lie, any damage. Then, his lips found my forehead in a kiss that was
Alexander's POV The news in the magazine on my phone screen:Sophia Morgan & Michael Carter. Two days. In the Morgan mansion gardens.I had stared at those words until they lost their meaning, until only the fact remained: she was going to give up on me forever. She was going to pledge her love to another man. In front of our son.The plan hadn't emerged as a plan, but as a feverish dream. Take her away from there. Take her far away. To a place where we could talk, where she could see, without the pressure of Michael, of Eleanor, of everything. A place where she would remember what we had.But this… seeing her unconscious, her wedding dress a macabre parody of my despair… this was reality. And reality was a nightmare.A low moan escaped her lips.My heart raced. "Sophia?"Her eyelids fluttered, opened. They were cloudy, confused. It took a moment for them to focus on me, leaning over from the front seat. The confusion gave way to recognition, and then to pure terror.She recoiled, sh
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 houses, transformed into a bridal preparation sanctuary. The air smelled of face powder, hairspray, and the white roses that filled every corner."Hold still," Emma ordered, a brush in hand and her tongue between her teeth, focused on my eyeshadow. "One more minute.""Princess!" little Lizzie was sitting on the big bed, swinging her legs, her eyes wide with admiration. She wore a pale pink flower girl dress, a small crown of flowers in her red hair."You look like a little princess, Lizzie," I said, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. She giggled, shy.Eleanor was sitting in an armchair by the window, watching everything with a calm smile on her lips. She wore an impeccable sky-blue silk pa
Victoria's POV The wrought-iron gate creaked open at a discreet service entrance at the back of the complex. The daylight hit me like a blow – not the gray light of the prison yard, but the raw light of a city morning. I blinked, blinded. The smell was of hot asphalt, car exhaust, and… freedom. Layla was there, standing beside a discreet car. She wasn't smiling. Just nodded her head toward the car. I didn't need to be asked twice. My feet, still clad in the cheap, dirty sneakers provided by the prison, moved on their own. Each step away from that gray wall was a triumph. I felt the weight of the hideous uniform on my shoulders, but now it was just a temporary disguise. Soon I would be in cashmere, in silks, in leather. Soon I would be Victoria Pierce again. I got in the car. The interior smelled of new leather and air conditioning. A luxury so simple it almost made me cry. Layla got in on the other side and the car pulled away smoothly. "How?" was the only word I could form,







