Masuk“Tell me the truth, Sophia.” Desmond’s voice was quiet, controlled, yet it still sent a chill down my spine. I forced myself to stay still, tightening my fingers “About what?” I asked carefully, pretending not to understand. A long silence followed. He stepped closer. “The part where you were sent to destroy me” he said softly. My heartbeat stumbled. “Or the part where I’m starting to fall for you anyway?” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze even though panic clawed at my chest. “You lied to me.” The hurt beneath his calm voice hit harder than anger ever could. And for the first time since this nightmare began, I realized something terrifying I never wanted to become the villain in his story. Sophia Ward’s life changed the moment her family became a target. Forced to infiltrate Blackwood Enterprises under orders she could never refuse, her mission is to gain the trust of the company’s untouchable CEO and secretly deliver whatever information is demanded of her. She's determined to remain emotionally detached, focused only on survival and protecting her family. Yet despite her careful plans, she slowly becomes part of a world she was never meant to care about and earns Desmond Blackwood’s attention, perhaps even his trust. Desmond Blackwood is a man of control, mystery, and silence. Blind yet observant, he built a global empire while shutting out the world. But Sophia unsettles him in ways he cannot explain. She is brave, intelligent, and easy to rely on. But he senses she hides something incomplete beneath her calm expression. With danger tightening around them and someone always watching from the shadows, Sophia and Desmond can't tell whether they are destroying each other… or becoming the only thing capable of saving one another.
Lihat lebih banyakSophia’s POVThe house smelled like tea leaves and detergent when I walked downstairs.For the first time in weeks, I was home before sunset.The small living room glowed gold from the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the thin curtains, dust floating lazily through the air. Everything felt unusually calm.Too calm.I had barely reached the last step when the front door opened.Miles walked in.His backpack hung loosely over one shoulder, dark curls slightly messy like he had been running his fingers through them all day. The second his eyes landed on me, surprise crossed his face.“Soph?” he blinked. “Why are you home?”I laughed softly. “Nice to see you too.”“No, seriously.” He dropped his bag near the couch. “It’s still early.”“I know.”“That company finally collapsed or something?”I rolled my eyes. “No. My boss let me leave early.”Now that earned a reaction.Miles narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Your terrifying billionaire boss voluntarily gave you free time?”“Yes.”
Sophia’s POVThe sun burned against my skin as I stood at the edge of the construction site, clipboard tucked against my side while my pen moved lazily across the paper. Dust swirled around my shoes every time the wind picked up, carrying the dry scent of sand, concrete, and heated metal through the air.The land stretched endlessly ahead of us.Wide.Open.Expensive.Beside me, Desmond stood with one hand resting lightly against his cane, dark glasses shielding his eyes from the harsh afternoon light. A loose curl had fallen over the frame, brushing near his cheek every time the wind shifted.It was strange how composed he always looked.Even here.Even in silence.And today’s silence had been unbearable.Hours ago, after he told me to leave his office, I hadn’t gone far.I knew I should have.But curiosity had rooted me outside the door.So I stayed.And listened.Not to everything.Just enough.Enough to hear the tension in Amaya’s voice.Enough to hear the bitterness in Desmond’s.
Desmond’s POVThe door shuts behind me with a quiet click.Routine. Control. Order.I reach for my tie, loosening it slowly as I step further into the office. The fabric slides beneath my fingers—familiar, grounding. My jacket follows, draped neatly over the chair.Another day.Another structure I can rely on.But my mind refuses to follow.It drifts—back to yesterday.Amaya.The message still lingers somewhere on my phone, unread in detail but fully understood in implication.She reached out.After everything.My jaw tightens.I move toward my desk, fingers brushing against the polished surface as I sit. My hand curls slightly, resting there for a moment—Then tightening.A slow, controlled squeeze.She lied.Not once. Not twice.Systematically.Carefully.What I thought was concern… urgency… desperation—Was none of those things.Just manipulation, dressed well enough to be believable.Money had never been the issue.I had more than enough to give.It was trust.And she dismantled i
Sophia’s POVI was on my way to get coffee when voices drifting from the break room made me slow my steps.The door was half open. Laughter slipped through first, then words sharper than laughter ever could be.“It’s ridiculous,” a woman said. “I’ve worked here for four years, and Mr. Blackwood wouldn’t even consider me for secretary. Then some random girl walks in and gets the job?”“She’s not random,” another voice replied dryly. “She’s gorgeous. That helps.”A few people laughed.“As if that matters,” someone else muttered. “The man is blind.”More laughter followed, louder this time.I stood very still outside the door, coffee forgotten, a flicker of anger rising in my chest.Another woman spoke, her tone edged with annoyance. “She doesn’t even try to talk to anyone. Always walking around like she owns the place.”“That’s not fair,” a softer voice cut in. “She works hard. I’ve seen her stay late twice this week already. Maybe she earned it.”“Or maybe she knows how to impress the
The faint hum of the office greeted me as I slid my cane along the familiar path to my desk. Mid-September air lingered by the entrance, cool and crisp, carrying hints of autumn leaves from the street below. I set my bag down and immediately reached for my phone when it rang.“Hello, Mom,” I said,
(Desmond’s POV)The building grows quieter as the evening deepens.Most of the staff have already left, their footsteps and conversations fading hours ago. What remains now is the low hum of the central ventilation system and the occasional distant sound of an elevator sliding open somewhere along
“Hi there.I jumped slightly at the cheerful voice beside me. A woman had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.“Uh… hey,” I said, still surprised. “Can I help you?”“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said quickly. “I just wanted to, um… you know… introduce myself.”I finally took a proper lo
The conference room was quiet when I stepped inside. The long glass table reflected the soft morning light coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the faint hum of the projector was the only sound filling the space. I placed a stack of files carefully on the table and glanced at the clo


















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