บททั้งหมดของ Deadly obsession : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

SOPHIA’s POV.The morning air outside remained crisp while my mother’s room enveloped me in warmth where anticipation and excitement buzzed thickly. The room teemed with numerous makeup artists, hairstylists, and designers who executed their tasks with intricate precision to transform my mother into the most stunning bride. In the corner I sat watching their every move as they dabbed curled pinned and adjusted each detail. A blend of perfume setting spray and fresh flowers filled the air with an unnatural scent.Her makeup was minimal enhancing her high cheekbones and full lips. Her skin emitted a soft glow that transformed her appearance into a more radiant and youthful version of herself. It was strange, really. Before this moment I had never scrutinized her so closely but now I saw her sitting before the mirror smiling at her reflection and realized just how much our features aligned. The curve of our noses the shape of our eyes—there was no doubt I was my mother’s daughter.A sens

Sophia’s POVAn indistinct whirlwind defines the previous seven days.All events progressed at a rapid pace while simultaneously dragging on slowly. Days transformed into nights while hours vanished from my grasp and I drifted through everything maintaining a facade of well-being. But I wasn’t. My condition deviated drastically from any semblance of wellness.Emily and Jack went back to their homes my father returned home too and now I found myself alone in New York. I should have been at least.A persistent presence continued to hover in an unnatural manner. An unsettling sensation of being observed persisted within my consciousness.The journalist.My encounters with her remained nonexistent while an unsettling feeling persisted within me. What did she want? Which entity dispatched her? Was it Mira? The necessity of Mira's involvement became undeniable. The only possible motivation for anyone to trail my movements was their desire to uncover scandalous information. If she excavated

Sophia’s pov When Alexander rose to his feet an unnatural tension that ruined the atmosphere. The chair legs grated loudly on the stone pathway creating an unnatural disturbance in the garden's silence. His facial expression remained inscrutable yet his body language communicated an unsettling rigidity and alertness which caused me to shiver.“What’s happening? I inquired with constrained vocal tension.He whispered, "I don’t know," yet his immediate march toward the house revealed the truth to me. Before my words reached him he was already moving and taking action as though he had detected something.My knitting kit tumbled onto the grass while I scarcely noticed the tiny sock coming apart. My legs operated on instinctual commands to accelerate their movement in an attempt to match his pace.The indoor atmosphere pressed down with an unusual weight. Under the chandelier’s glow the marble floors gleamed yet my eyes remained fixed on the figures near the main door.A male and female

Sophia’s pov The journey home became an unbearable suffocating experience. My body moved mechanically while my mind remained imprisoned in that frigid suffocating police station cell. My hands remained tightly folded in my lap while my fingers pressed into my skin and I stared blankly out the window. An unnatural heavy silence filled the car, brimming with unvoiced tension. Alexander sat beside me his presence strong and unwavering yet for the first time I found myself questioning whether it provided comfort or added another cause for fear.My desire to trust his control over the situation conflicted with reality. The expectation existed that he would extract me from the current predicament just as he had done numerous times before. This occasion presented a situation where the threat emerged beyond dark corner whispers and scandals waited beyond money and power's reach to be buried. This was a murder charge. A trial. A journalist who wouldn’t stop digging.The vehicle reached its de

SOPHIA’s POV.Upon our return the mansion greeted us with an eerie silence that caused my skin to prickle. The night expanded without limits while the city's remote murmur struggled to penetrate the dense walls. Our journey back unfolded in oppressive silence where unspoken thoughts lingered between Alexander and me.Upon our entrance into the house we found my mother there waiting for us. Her prolonged anxious hand-wringing session became evident as her shoulders dropped in relief upon seeing me. Her eyes remained troubled and filled with worry.What is the current status? The woman questioned us without delay while her eyes flickered back and forth between our faces.Alexander maintained his composure as he removed his coat and draped it carefully across the couch back. "Everything will be fine," he said, his voice even. Our preparation for the upcoming trial scheduled in two days requires immediate attention. ”My mother exhaled sharply nodding. "Her voice softened into an unnatura