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Chapter 25: Marcus and Sofia revealed
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Ronan’s POVThe door swings open before I knock again. Standing there is Sofia, Annabelle’s ever-feisty friend. Her expression twisted in disgust like she’s staring at something she wants to throw out. Her arms are folded tightly across her chest, her foot tapping impatiently.Perfect. Exactly the kind of welcome I expected.“What are you doing here, you annoying pest?” she spits before I can even open my mouth.“Good morning to you too, Sofie,” I reply with a forced smile, trying to keep my temper in check.Her nostrils flare. “It’s Sofia, you imbecile!”God, she’s insufferable. But I can’t blame her entirely — not after the chaos my mother unleashed. I run a hand through my hair, trying to appear calm even though inside I’m boiling. Between the press releases, the inheritance scandal, and Annabelle refusing to see me or take my calls, I’ve barely slept in days.“Sofia, please,” I say through gritted teeth, “I’m not here for problems neither am I here to fight. I just need to talk t
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SOFIA’S POVI’ve been giddy all morning, which is ridiculous considering how much chaos I am in right now. I should’ve been angry. I should’ve been terrified. But I’m not and I can’t get Marcus’s promise off my head. His words have been replaying non stop. his voice low, certain, sinful and my chest has been fluttering. I floated down the street, smiling at nothing, ignoring the way people stared.Oh, I knew exactly why they were staring. The trending photo of Marcus and me is still spreading. The handwriting of that vicious snake Victoria, very visible. That woman’s hobby was ruining lives and she’d picked the wrong day to try mine.“Let them talk,” I muttered to myself, clutching my purse tighter. “At least I look good in that photo.”Still, I know I need to see Annabelle. If anyone deserved an explanation, it was her. She’d been through hell thanks to Victoria’s venom, and I wasn’t about to add betrayal to it. Maybe flowers and chocolate would help soften the blow. Who could s
The billionaire who couldn't steal my heart Chapter 25: Marcus and Sofia revealed
Marcus PovMy head has been pounding since last night a sharp, steady beat behind my temples that refuses to let up. I’ve taken two painkillers already, but even they can’t dull the ache that last night’s madness left behind.My visit to Sofia’s place was supposed to be relaxing. Romantic, even. I had plans wine, laughter, her curls tangled in my hands while I ran into her from behind but instead, I spent the whole night trying to pacify her rage ball of emotions because of that damn feud between Annabelle and Victoria.Victoria… that woman never knows when to stop.She keeps going lower, dragging everyone through her twisted need for control. I should have expected it. Still, it doesn’t make the bitterness in my throat any easier to swallow.This past week has been hell.Four punctured tires. A drained fuel tank. Subtle threats in the mail. And all of it screams Walsh.I know his kind of games. Quiet destruction, always hiding behind “accidents” and “coincidences.” But I’ve been too
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