Sophia’s POVThe pool water didn’t ripple. It sat still and quiet, like it understood the silence I needed. I hadn’t spoken much in the last two days. Words felt too sharp for my throat, too heavy for the air. So I came here, just after sunrise, barefoot in my robe, hair still tangled from restless sleep. My body ached in places I couldn’t touch. And my heart... it had gone silent. But not empty.I sat on the edge, knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped around them. The tiles were cold beneath me, but not colder than the hollowness inside. It wasn’t the kind of pain that made you scream. It was the kind that made your chest feel full of water, like you could drown without ever taking a breath.Two days. That’s all it had been since the official announcement that he was getting married. That everything between us—every whisper, every kiss, every trembling breath—was nothing more than a lustful play between two lost souls, a bandage for all the wounds I got in the mansion, a sad story t
Sophia's POV The grand chandelier flickered with a strange kind of coldness that night. It lit the parlor like a stage, a cruel stage, and I sat there, straight-backed and silent, next to Zack with my fingers interlaced tightly in my lap so no one would see them shake. The room smelled of fake, old money, and silent tension. Mr. Holmes was standing by the fireplace, a glass of Johnny Walker in hand, posture strong and polished like always—his words always heavy before they even left his mouth."I wanted us all here tonight," he began, eyeing each one of us, his gaze pausing just long enough on Zack, then Alex, then me. "Because it's time we stop dragging this family into chaos and scandal."Alex leaned back in the velvet armchair, his arm tossed over the side like a bored prince. Leyla sat nearby, legs crossed, her lips forming a faint smirk. Zack didn't move beside me. I didn’t look at him.Mr. Holmes lifted his glass slightly."As of next week, Zack will be engaged to Stacy Balmar,
Sophia's POVThe morning light crept through the half-drawn curtains like it was afraid to touch us. Pale gold. Still. Quiet. The air was thick with the weight of the night before, still heavy with skin and sweat and all the words we didn’t dare say out loud.I woke up to Zack’s heartbeat beneath my cheek. His chest rose and fell slowly, rhythmically, and his arm was curled tightly around my back, holding me like I was something he couldn’t let go of, well....not yet. Hopefully not ever.I kept my eyes closed, afraid that opening them would shatter whatever fragile piece of peace we’d found in each other’s arms.Last night, we had made love like we were both drowning. Like the world would rip us apart the moment we let go. Our lips had met in desperation, not romance. There was hunger in his touch, pain in every gasp. And love. God, the love. I must admit I pushed him a little bit too high. I broke all the inner boundaries for him and played up on him, pleasuring him teasingly until
Zack's POVShe groaned hungrily with my dick in her mouth, devouring every inch satisfyingly. I felt it, all the tension, all the passion and frustration compressed in her guts, yearning out the disastrous envy of being mine again. She started slow and soft, caressing the tip with her tongue, showering shivers through my spine. She knew what she was doing, and she loved doing it. Taking in only the tip, slowly with hot pressure from her mouth before engulfing the rest of me. Ecstasy ran through my veins as I cummed in her mouth. She swallowed, every bit, every drop. She wasn't like the usual soft and passionate Sophia, she was hungry, the devil lying in her eyes, craving and claiming me as her property, exciting me more again. I had to stop, I had to let go of these thoughts and this sinful desire. But I couldn't.... I was too weak, too high, and drunk in love for this. We had to consume this love, this burning fire, these dark thoughts. I should tell her about the marriage,.... but
Zack's POV My heart felt heavy and air clung up to my lungs as narrowed filter. I left the dinning room fast and got into my car. I drove off, no destination, no objectif, no thoughts, I just wanted to get away. Black out for a night and hit the car on a tree miles away hometown. I felt disgusted about myself, cowardly giving in to the little threats of my father like a child. She should be so ashamed of me, so hurt by me! How could she possibly ever look me again in the eye. I drove so fast my consciousness almost fucked off.I was BrokenI was dark, buried and bruised. How could I get married When all I wanted is you? I was lost, damaged and still broken inside,Trying to bury that love I just couldn't provide. Under other circumstances, I would drove mad to Helene and just sleep by her side while she caressed my back and neck. What an Irony that now her love for me killed her but now I'm marrying a complete stranger. Fair well my dad found zara and engaged maids to look after her
Sophia’s POV I woke up to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the faint beeping of machines. My head ached, my back screamed, and my stomach tortured me in pain. My limbs hurt and my whole body resonated in pain like I got hit by a truck.I blinked against the white light overhead, trying to place myself in reality. A hospital. The blank walls. The nurse’s quiet shuffle just beyond the curtain. My arm, heavy with IVs. Bandages.Then the memory crashed into me.Leyla. The staircase. Her voice. Her rage and determination to get over me. Her hands on me. My body, tumbling like a ragdoll down those polished marble steps. The look in her eyes as I fell — no shock, no regret, Cold resolve with a smirk of satisfaction.I gasped and sat up too quickly. Pain surged in my ribs and the nurse rushed in.“Miss Holmes," I threw a deadly glare at her side as that name irritated my senses, "I mean, Sophia,” she corrected gently. “Easy. You've had a concussion, some bruised ribs, and shoulder trauma