MasukEmma's POV It was already late afternoon. The doctor, a middle-aged man with glasses perched on the end of his nose, was finishing his routine examination of me. "The wounds are healing very well, Miss Wilson," he said with a professional smile as he observed my arms and legs. The purple and bluish marks had already given way to yellow and green tones, and the deeper cuts were now pink lines on my skin. "The physical recovery is truly above expectations and your memory is gradually returning." I turned to my mother, who was sitting in the chair next to the bed, her hands clutching the purse on her lap as if it were a lifebuoy. "See, Mom? Look what the doctor said? I'm almost as good as new," I said, giving a light pat on my own shoulder, as if congratulating myself. My mother wasn't swayed by my optimism. Her eyes, tired from sleepless nights, fixed on the doctor. "Doctor, when will my daughter be discharged? We are anxious to return to Florida. The fresh air, the tranquility.
Richard Pierce's POVI was listening to everything. The bug I placed on Irina transmitted every sound from that distant office with such clarity that I could perfectly imagine the scene.I heard the sound of boxes being dragged, Sophia's ragged breathing, and then, the slap. A sharp, hard slap that echoed in my earpiece.At that moment, my hand, holding a glass of whiskey, paused mid-air. A smile of pure satisfaction spread across my face. Her anger was even greater than I had expected. Perfect.But what came next was even better. A heavy silence, and then the trembling voice of my golden goose, almost without strength, asking:"My grandmother?"That simple question, filled with shock and emotion, was the missing piece of my puzzle. I turned off the audio. The silence that followed was the best thing I had ever heard. I leaned back in my leather chair, my throne, from where I command everything."And now, Eleanor," I whispered, blowing smoke from my imported cigar, "it's only a matter
Sophia's POV I was standing face to face with Irina, and the height difference had never been so clear. She was taller and looked down at me with that demeanor that made you feel small.My face was hot with anger, and I could feel every heartbeat in my throat.Irina didn't blink. I tried to calm my breathing, but the anger inside me was a living thing, wanting to break free.And it did. My hand flew on its own, in a quick, blind movement. The slap hit her face with a dry crack that echoed in the empty office.Her head turned to the side from the force. And that's when I saw it. At the corner of her mouth, a smile. Small, quick, but it was there. As if she had enjoyed it. As if she had provoked it.Seeing that smile was the last straw. "TELL ME WHAT THIS MEANS RIGHT NOW, YOU BITCH!" I shouted, my voice hoarse.Irina stood still for a second. Slowly, she brought her hand to her cheek, which was already red and marked. A trickle of blood dripped from the corner of her lips.She looked a
Sophia's POV The next morning, I was back in my – now former – office, facing the strange task of packing up the life of the senior marketing manager who had settled within those four walls.I took a deep breath, looking at the empty boxes on the floor, the already half-bare desk. Every item I picked up to pack was a memory.The pen Irina gave me two months ago? Went straight into the trash. But the photo of Emma and me laughing... that one I wrapped carefully, as if I could protect it from the world.My head wouldn't stop. CEO. The word echoed, but now it sounded more like a threat than a promotion.The ringing of my cell phone cut through the heavy silence. The name "Michael" lit up the screen. A mix of relief and guilt tightened my chest."Michael," I said, trying to keep my voice light."Love. How's the... move going?"His voice was tired, the forced cordiality masking the tension from our argument and the financial catastrophe I still didn't fully grasp."Haven't really started
Sophia's POV The meeting room on the top floor of the Pierce Holdings building was icy and impersonal. The huge, shiny table reflected the light, almost blinding me as I sat down.Mark was already there. He seemed nervous but gave me a small, encouraging smile when he saw me."Sophia," he whispered, moving closer. "Are you nervous?""It's more than that," I replied, keeping my voice low too. I looked around. Several important shareholders were already present. People who controlled a lot of money and made decisions that affected many lives."Don't worry about me," Mark continued whispering. "I'll be fine. It was a pleasure working with you." His voice was sincere, and it almost broke my heart."This is temporary, Mark," I whispered back, feeling guilty. "As soon as I sort some things out in my life, I'm leaving this position. It wasn't what I expected."He shook his head, understanding, but his look said he doubted anything in that company was really temporary.That's when Irina Volk
Michael's POVAs I was thinking about yesterday's fight, I heard Sophia's footsteps coming down the stairs.She was dressed for work, in a dark blue dress that hugged her waist, the one I always liked. Her brown hair was tied in a bun, but a few loose strands fell over her face. She didn't look at me when she entered the kitchen."I'm going to stop by my apartment first," she said, her voice cold and flat. Her hands rummaged through her bag, looking for her keys. "Em asked me to bring a coat and some documents to the hospital. After that, I'm going straight to work."I slammed my cup down hard on the table. Coffee splashed out. "So you're really going to accept that position." My voice came out harsh.She finally looked at me. Her eyes were slightly puffy, clearly a sign she had cried during the night. "Michael, I don't want to talk about this. Not now."I stood up and crossed the kitchen, stopping between her and the door. Her soft perfume, of white flowers, reached me. It was the s







