Sophie Parker wasn't an ordinary twenty-six-year-old girl.
Born and raised in the Upper East Side, one of the wealthiest neighborhoods not just in New York but in the entire United States, and a member of one of the most well-known Jewish families in the city, she could have become the stereotypical spendthrift and superficial socialite, entirely dependent on her parents and preparing to rely on a husband in the future.
However, since her early teens, she had decided that a modern woman couldn't depend on anyone. While on one hand, she enjoyed the generous allowance she received from her parents at the time, dressing like a socialite and frequenting the same places as her peers—equally the offspring of wealthy and powerful families in NY—on the other hand, she made grand plans and prepared herself for a successful career in the future.
Her father, Levvy, was a businessman. He had studied administration to embrace, without hesitation or resentment, the destiny that had been laid out for him since birth—to manage the family businesses. Born the only child of Adena and Caleb Parker, and with his father's only sister unable to have children, if he hadn't taken over the administration of the textile factories and stores established by his great-grandfather, the Parker family's prosperity would have come to an end.
Her mother, Shely, had been a fashion model and had left her career behind to focus on her husband and children. But when Sophie was ten years old and the beautiful woman saw her second marriage fail, she deeply regretted her choice and didn't hold back her frustration, providing Sophie with one more reason to believe that independence was always the better option.
Sophie didn't want to be a model like her mother, despite being just as beautiful as her mother had been in her youth. She also didn't want to take over the prosperous family business, which luckily she wouldn't need to do since her twin brother, Ravid, seemed to have all the necessary inclination. Sophie easily realized that writing was her true passion and, early in high school, she decided to become a journalist.
During her school years, she learned that The Queen's School of England in London was considered the best journalism college in the world. Moving to the UK and completing her studies there became her dream. She actually fulfilled that dream by moving at the age of eighteen, shortly after high school graduation. She only returned to the United States recently after a family tragedy and an irresistible job offer.
Just as she had envisioned, she became a successful woman in the career she chose, holding a much higher position and earning a much higher salary than the vast majority of girls her age. She managed to maintain the same lifestyle she had when living with her parents, almost entirely relying on her own work. The only thing she had at the moment that hadn't been achieved through her own effort and talent was the apartment in Los Angeles, where she had moved a few weeks earlier. It had been acquired thanks to the sale of another apartment in New York, left to her in her grandmother's will.
What she could never have imagined was that a few months after her return, in a conference room where she was supposed to meet her esteemed employers, she would come face to face with none other than Nicholas Rosemont.
Nicholas Rosemont Pierce wasn't an ordinary twenty-nine-year-old guy.
He was born and raised in New York, living in Williamsburg, one of Brooklyn's poorest neighborhoods at the time, until he was sixteen. He lived there with just his mother, Camile Rosemont, a hardworking and solitary woman whom he deeply admired. She never let life's difficulties get to her, even after losing her parents in an accident when she was still a child. She had to live with an aunt after that, and she became pregnant at seventeen, abandoned by her boyfriend after refusing to have an abortion.
Camile, a courageous woman, studied nursing at night while working as a saleswoman during the day and raising her son with the help of her aunt. Once she became a nurse, she dedicated herself to her profession with extraordinary commitment, never neglecting Nicholas's education, always being there to help him with his homework, and instilling the values necessary for him to become a good man.
When Nicholas was a teenager, his mother got a job as a household staff member in Upper East Side. It paid almost twice as much as her previous job. The only catch was that Mrs. Adena Parker needed the person taking care of her husband Caleb to live with the couple and their family, and Camile didn't want to be away from Nicholas. She was about to decline the job when Mrs. Parker surprised her. She said she had no objections to Camile bringing her son along.
That's how Nicholas got to know and experience the luxurious side of New York, but it didn't go to his head. He knew his place very well. Neither the lifestyle nor the fact that he quickly became a member of the Parker family, treated as if he were one of them, changed his down-to-earth nature. He attended the same school as Adena and Caleb's grandchildren, and after high school, he was invited to intern at the Parker company by Levvy while pursuing a business administration degree at NYU, thanks to the football scholarship he had received.
However, shortly before turning twenty-two, Nicholas's life took a drastic turn. He was summoned to the reading of the will of Richard Glover Pierce. Not understanding why he would be called to such an event, he even contemplated not attending. However, his mother called him for a talk and explained the possible reasons for the invitation. It soon became clear that she was right on the money.
The truth was that Nicholas had never known his father. Abandoned by the man after being pressured to have an abortion, Camile had her reasons for wanting him far away. When she finally considered telling him, she discovered that Christopher Pierce had died a year prior. She thought there was no reason to say anything. What she didn't know until that moment, but deduced when Nicholas was called to the will reading, was that Richard, the father of the man who impregnated her, had learned of the existence of his grandson months before his death.
The man had searched high and low for his grandson's whereabouts. With no one else to leave his fortune to, he made this unknown grandson the heir to all his wealth. He hadn't had time to get to know him, but at least he would make him a wealthy man. From wherever he was, he hoped that the young man would continue his projects, his dreams, and everything he had built over a lifetime.
At the request of his late grandfather, Nicholas adopted the name Pierce along with his mother's last name, which he could never give up, and not only did he take care of his grandfather's business with the dedication he had hoped for, but in eight years of hard work, he multiplied his assets, becoming one of the richest young men in New York. It wasn't even difficult, considering he seemed tailor-made to manage the type of enterprise that was left in his charge.
What he could never have imagined in his best dreams or worst nightmares was that during a business meeting with one of his partner companies, he would encounter none other than Sophie Parker.
Impressed, Sophie watched the fireworks light up and color the sky, marking the farewell of one year and celebrating the arrival of another. The year that was ending had been a milestone in her life and would always be remembered, but the new year was welcome and also promised to bring her many joys.While she watched the festivities, with Nicholas behind her, holding onto her waist and his face close to hers, she had some quick memories of the past few months and was still amazed at how much had happened in such a short time.First, she had returned to the United States, then her reunion with Nicholas had happened, the hesitant coming together of the two, the inevitable surrender, misguided judgments, anger trying to overshadow love, the revelation of the truth about the past, and finally, the union of two people who could never be
No sábado seguinte, everything was arranged, and Dante and Blaine insisted that they at least celebrate their union with the two of them, Sharon, John, Will, Emma, Maya, and Tony at a newly opened bar in Santa Monica. So, Nicholas made a reservation at one of the best restaurants on the beach and took Sophie out to dinner before meeting their friends because he still had some surprises in store for her.The two were led to a more private area of the restaurant to avoid being bothered or photographed by paparazzi. They received the wine list from a waiter who then left them alone. After choosing their wine and being served, they were given menus. Without realizing that Nicholas was simply watching her, Sophie opened her menu and spoke absentmindedly."What's this, Nicholas?" She asked, feigning annoyance but smiling after glanc
Nicholas's speech wasn't a declaration of love; after all, he wasn't speaking to Sophie but to the viewers. He didn't want to involve the public in their private affairs, even though he suspected some might be interested. He wanted the final episode to be successful and emotional, but he handled it with the necessary objectivity, hoping most people would understand his decision, even though there was a risk of not being understood.Nicholas knew that if he chose Maya, Sophie would pretend for the media that their relationship had ended and the wedding had been canceled. However, he felt terrible about deceiving people, and he feared Sophie might not understand the ruse, potentially ruining any chance they had of being together.Sophie watched everything silently, standing in the middle of her apartment's TV room. She smiled like a fo
Tony spent a few seconds processing the information. Maybe he would never have a concrete chance with Maya, even if she didn't marry Nicholas. But perhaps life was crazy and unfair enough that, even though he wasn't worthy of it, he did have a chance. Either way, there was only one way to find out, and that was to go after the girl and open his heart for the first time.He grabbed his car and sped down the road that connected the mansion's location to downtown LA as he had never done before. It was easy to spot the car carrying the girl since it wasn't a busy route, especially at that time of night, and the driver was driving at a moderate speed, with no hurry. Fueled by insane and passionate hope, he honked incessantly, startling both the driver and the girl, and didn't give up until he forced the car to pull over to the side of the road, where he also parked.
Sophie took her breakfast calmly, stopped by her own home, and went to work, acting as if it were any other day. She left her phone in a drawer, the same phone number Nicholas had since their first meeting, to avoid constantly checking it, hoping for his call. If someone needed to contact her about work, they would call her office. She didn't want to nurture hope even when she received flowers with a card that said, "I love you forever," because that phrase could mean a fond farewell, or it could simply mean he would love her from afar until the end of his days.Nicholas, on the other hand, spent a good part of the day anxious because Sophie wasn't answering his calls. He didn't want to call the magazine's office, as he imagined she might not appreciate interference in her personal life at work, but he couldn't understand why, after the previous night, she might not want to talk to him.
Their lips sought each other and greeted several times until their tongues also had their long-awaited encounter. Nicholas pulled Sophie's body so she was completely on top of him, and while keeping one hand firmly on the nape of her neck, he caressed the part of her back that the dress didn't cover with the other. She lightly ran her nails through his scalp and neck, already wanting to intensify the contact between them.As the initially calm, slow kisses gave way to more eager and rapid ones, and their hands couldn't stay in one place anymore, wandering and exploring their bodies, their breathing became more frantic. Sophie pulled away for a moment, kneeling between Nicholas's legs. She removed her dress, leaving her in just a small pair of panties, while Nicholas, enjoying the sight of her, quickly discarded his shirt.She pushed