Deadly obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Sophia’s POVThe first rays of sunlight crept into my room, I stretched lazily before sitting up to rub the sleep from my eyes. Replaying last night's events in my mind-Mira's accusations, pool, and that look of Alexander when he asked what happened-I felt a small part of my being burn with the glory of the assurance that he had turned to me at first. But a warning flashing in my mind told me that he was definitely not finished with Mira. She was far from giving up easily.With all that out of my mind, I slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom. I quickly freshened up. Today was not going to be normal but something in between-not fiery glares and scandalous affairs. Cooking with mum sounded like the perfect diversion.When I was descending the stairs and heading toward the kitchen, I heard voices-feminine, hushed, and familiar. My steps slowed as I approached the door, my heart hammering against my ribs. Mira was in there… talking to my mother.With an expression of neutrality, I

Sophia's pov The slicing of vegetables created a steady rhythm in the kitchen, and I leaned against the counter, cutting randomly into a carrot. The knife slice left, and clean, yet somehow my thoughts were about a million miles from that.Mira was gone. Out of my dad's life, out of my house, out of my view. That should have given me nothing but pleasure. Instead, there sat the itch of uncertainty gnawing away.She wasn't the type to go away easily-fling a few fleeting insults at you and never speak again.We were mere days from the wedding, and I could not help thinking that, if she were to make an appearance, she would try to create an incident. Manipulative sort. Opportunistic. Mira does not lose. She just manipulates. I thrust the knife deeper into the wood of the cutting board, gasping."Sweetheart, are you okay?" Mom's voice broke the enchanting whirl of images and thoughts. She was standing at the kitchen counter frowning down at me while kneading the dough with her hands.I

Sophia’s povDuring my early morning garden stroll, the air felt crisp while it carried the scents of damp earth and blooming roses. The sun had just begun its ascent spreading delicate golden tones across the trimmed hedges yet the surrounding beauty failed to bring tranquility to my troubled mind.My sleep cycle experienced severe disruption.My chest burned with guilt from last night’s kiss with Alexander while an eerie phone call repeated our names in an incomprehensible language creating a tangled mess of thoughts. Each time my eyelids shut, I sensed his lip's warmth and his hands' strong hold on my waist. This situation presented severe danger with every aspect appearing incorrect.The uncertainty of regret lingered within me regarding my past actions.My hand tangled through my hair as I released a sigh and continued my walk along the stone pathway. The possibility exists that exposure to outdoor air might help clarify my thoughts. Maybe—I decelerated my footsteps upon encount

Sophia’s povThe airport remained bustling with activity as people hurried by dragging heavy suitcases while flight announcements echoed through the intercom. I pulled up at the arrivals gate my fingers tapped anxiously on the steering wheel while I scanned the crowd. The process of locating Jack and Emily occurred with remarkable speed.Their faces displayed no signs of happiness.Jack stood with crossed arms while he glanced at his watch wearing an unimpressed expression. Emily stood next to him tapping her foot with impatience while her lips formed a tight purse. As soon as I parked they exchanged a glance before they started walking toward me.The window descended as I attempted to manufacture a smile. Hey I know I’m late—Emily cut me off before I could even attempt an excuse. No kidding, Sophia. Our time spent waiting here extends into an eternity. ”I released a weary breath while enabling the door locks to permit them to hurl their luggage into the rear compartment. My progres

Sophia’s POVThe dinner scene unfolded like a cinematic moment where apparent normalcy masked underlying tension. The table was beautifully set the soft clinking of silverware against plates filling the silence between casual conversation. My mother glowing with pre-wedding excitement kept looking at me every now and then. She had perceived my discomfort.Sophia her soft voice broke through the hum of dinner chatter. Are you okay? Your presence feels strangely remote and disconnected. ”My fingers clenched the fork as I compelled a smile. “Yeah, everything’s fine. ”Her scrutiny lingered upon me momentarily as she weighed the option of further inquiry before she offered a slight nod and redirected her attention to her meal. A silent breath escaped my lips as I felt relief from her decision not to pursue the topic. Her detecting even the smallest portion of my inner turmoil was the last thing I wanted.Dinner reached its conclusion and I rose to my feet to collect the plates. I proclai