Semua Bab After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Bab 251 - Bab 260

Sophia’s POVHer words echoed long after she spoke them.You should run.But there was no running anymore.Not for me.Not for Alex.Not for the girls sleeping upstairs, safe only because I hadn’t let them see the worst of the world yet.She stood there, small, slight, a silhouette torn out of something worse than nightmares. The wind didn’t touch her. The cold didn’t bite her. Her eyes were too old for her face, and too knowing for her age.“What’s your name?” I asked.Because I needed to call her something besides the fear rising in my throat.She tilted her head again, like a machine parsing new input. “They called me Zero-Two.”Her lips curled, not quite a smile. “But you can call me… sister.”Ice slid down my spine. “You’re lying.”“Am I?” she asked sweetly. “You think Project Echo only made one mistake?”The house creaked behind me. I could feel Alex’s presence like a shadow pressed against my back, hovering, waiting. His gun was already in his hand—I knew him well enough not to

Sophia’s POVHome.That word cut through me sharper than any blade could.Not because it was true.But because it wasn’t.“I’m not yours,” I said, forcing steel into my voice. “And this place was never home.”Nyx tilted her head. That eerie, almost childlike curiosity bled through her expression again. “Aren’t you, though? Aren’t we the same? Made from the same ruin. Built to break the same world?”“No.”I stepped forward. Lena’s hand shot out to stop me, but I brushed past her.Not reckless. Not this time. Calculated.If Nyx wanted me alive, she wouldn’t kill me now. Not until she had what she thought she needed.“You’re what they made.” My voice stayed low, measured. “I’m what survived.”She smiled. “Survival’s a funny thing. It makes you think you’re free.”The girl behind her—the one they’d called sister, the one who’d whispered in the dark—watched us with hollow eyes. Her pulse blinked green on the monitors spliced into her skin. I recognized the tech. Old Echo code layered with

POV: SophiaThe morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the polished marble floor of Roman's penthouse. I stirred awake, still in his arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing against my back. The events of the previous night lingered in my thoughts—our confessions, the vulnerability we shared, the tears that fell without shame.For the first time in what felt like ages, I woke up without the weight of secrets pressing down on my chest. I turned slowly, careful not to wake Roman. His face was peaceful, and a soft smile curled at the corners of his lips, as if he were dreaming something sweet. Maybe of us. Maybe of a world where love didn’t come with a cost.I tiptoed out of bed, pulling his shirt over my body. It was oversized and smelled like him—clean soap, warm spice, and something uniquely Roman. I wandered into the kitchen and began making coffee, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in my stomach. Today, I needed to confront my past. Not fo

Roman's POVThe silence in the car was thick, punctuated only by the low hum of the engine. Roman gripped the steering wheel tighter as he stared straight ahead. He had no idea where he was going. He just needed to get away—from everything. From Jenner’s heartbroken eyes, from the chaos at the mansion, from Steve’s silence that had been growing heavier each day.He pulled into a quiet overlook just outside the city. The city lights below blinked faintly through the foggy night air. Roman turned off the engine, letting the stillness settle around him.His phone buzzed on the passenger seat. He didn’t need to look to know it was Jenner. She had called him over twenty times since their last fight. The one where he had yelled at her, accused her of manipulating Steve, accused her of things she hadn’t done. And now he wasn’t even sure anymore.His head dropped forward, and he rested it on the steering wheel. The guilt gnawed at him. He had pushed her away, told her she wasn’t the one he wa

Sophia’s POVI woke up with a tightness in my chest, a feeling I hadn’t felt in a while. The room was quiet—too quiet. Roman hadn’t come back last night, and although I told myself it was fine, that he was probably caught up with work or something urgent, the silence felt heavy with secrets.I pushed the duvet off and sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The clock on the nightstand read 6:37 a.m. I hadn't slept well. My dreams were filled with fragments—whispers I couldn’t place, shadows lurking around corners, Roman’s voice calling my name before fading into nothing.I padded toward the window and pulled the curtains aside. The early morning light filtered through the glass, casting a warm glow on the room. But the warmth didn’t reach me.Something was wrong.It had been for a while now.Roman had changed—not drastically, but in the subtle ways that were easy to dismiss until they stacked up. He was more guarded, always checking his phone, stepping outside to take calls in