Sophia's POVBy day four, I slipped “morning notes” under his door—petite cards scented with jasmine. Each said something sweet: Good morning, love; I hope your day is bright; Dinner tonight? Each note went ignored. I left silk scarves tied to his pillow, each knot perfect and deliberate. His back was all I saw as he walked away.On day six, I lay on my stomach across the bed, crying into the pillow, the duvet twisted around me. I cursed the contract binding us, the lies that tied his hands, my mounting desperation. I thought of the pregnancy and how little control I had. I swore I’d find another way to force his touch.Later that afternoon, we drove onto his family estate—marble pillars, manicured hedges, the vast lawn sloping down to a private lake. Pride swelled in me. This should have been mine by now—his arms, his attention, his words of love. Instead, when we pulled up, he looked at me with the same distance as always.I noticed Matteo had disappeared. A chill clutched my heart—
Sophia's POVI slipped the three test sticks into my purse and shoved it into my travel bag, my pulse hammering so hard I felt it in my throat. I pushed my panic as far down as I could, straightened my shoulders, and went out to the pool as if nothing had occurred. I jumped in without turning around as the sun warmed my bare shoulders and the water gleamed enticingly.I swam till my limbs were free of all remaining tremors. Dominic was already dressed for dinner—white linen pants and a clean shirt—when I climbed out, my hair still dripping. I watched him clean his skin with a white towel and my heart ached. Yet, he didn't look at me.He glanced towards the entrance and then moved an almost nonchalant eyebrow in my direction. Then he spoke. "Are you coming for dinner?"My chest lifted with relief. “I will,” I said, my voice as flat as his.I moved to my room and changed—slipped into the sleek black dress I’d packed just for this week, the one that hugged all the right curves. I gav
Sophia's POVWaiting was not fun. Especially when you are distressed. My legs were hurting from pacing around the room.The damn delivery was supposed to be here. What was taking so long?My mind was scattered with different thoughts.I kept pacing and my phone buzzed. I quickly picked it up. I frowned when I saw it was an advertisement.I threw the phone back on the bed and rubbed my forehead. Then a soft knock on the door pulled me from any further murmuring.I walked to the door and exhaled before I opened it. It was the body guard. And he had a parcel in his hand.“For you, madam,” he said and handed the package to me.I took it immediately, hoping no one had looked through it. My eyes scanned the wrapped box, and noticed the tape all over.Then, he gave me the signing pad. I had totally forgotten the delivery man wouldn't be allowed close to me.I signed quickly.“You may leave,” I said and closed the door.The brown box made some noise when I shook it. I checked the order notice
Sophia's POVI closed my eyes and let the hotel’s fluorescent lights blur into nothingness. This was soon going to become a habit. I did absolutely nothing. The maid came to clean the room on time and left.Dominic wasn't paying attention to me, and I hadn't gotten a return message from my men.All I did was stare at anything. Even my phone wasn't interesting to look at anymore.A maid came in, and I didn't bother to turn.“Ma'am, dinner's in an hour by the poolside,” she announced.I didn't answer and stayed still. The only sound I heard was the door closing. I turned and as I expected. She had left.I reached for my phone under the pillow and pulled it out. There was still no reply from my men.I was getting impatient. No, I was impatient and I began scrolling the screen for numbers.I got it and dialed instantly. The other end didn't wait and picked up.“Mrs. Sophia,” he answered.“I delivered a message yesterday. Why haven't I gotten a reply?” I asked and sat up.“M…ma'am,” he sta
Dominic's POV“Time to toss the bouquet!” one of the ladies screamed, already reaching for the imaginary petals.The guests cheered. I kept sipping from my glass of wine. I had changed to a sweet grape wine.Sophia gave a sweet smile and shook her head like a queen denying a peasant. “No bouquet toss,” she told the host, her voice silk over steel. “Let them wonder who I’ll curse next.”A ripple of laughter flowed. The young ladies didn't find it flattery and some gasped. Others stared. But that was it.When the female host tried to brush it off as Sophia joking. Sophia acted quickly, holding her long flowing dress and climbing the stairs to take the bouquet and walk back down. The old folks laughed.Then the music changed. From sweet to party time. I had my time enjoying the show.The guests danced like it was the last night of their lives.The drink was starting to have an effect on me. I wasn't drunk but I needed every part of my nerves sharp.Soon, it was time to leave with the bri
Dominic's POVAn hour later, the first speech began. A cousin of Sophia’s gave a dreary toast about “family unity,” and I used it to scan the crowd. Senators, cartel bosses, shady tycoons—they were all here, waiting to see if I’d screw this up.When the mic passed to Sophia, she stood, silencing the room. I gripped the edge of the table. Her dress was a sculpture—white silk hugging curves made to kill.“Ladies and gentlemen,” she purred. “We gather to celebrate this unfortunate union between my husband and I.” She paused and locked on me. “Dominic Rossi and I met a while ago and we felt the love. We instantly hit it off.”She smiled and continued. “I will always remember the first date. He was so sweet to me.”They were all lies. But who was I to ruin her daydream.I offered a mocking bow.She smiled, and continued her speech. “Then as you all know tonight, I claim his love for me and I want to say.”She paused. “I love you Dominic.”If I wasn't pretending, I would have left. I felt d