All Chapters of His Prize : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

As the party wound down, I was feeling happy and content. Stan had been surprised and delighted by the celebration, and Leo had fit in seamlessly with our little family. I was starting to feel like maybe, just maybe, I had finally found happiness.Leo dropped me at home after we stayed back to spend time together alone, but just as I was about to relax and enjoy the rest of the evening, I heard a knock at the door. I frowned, wondering who it could be. Stan got up to answer it, and I followed him, curious.As we reached the door, Stan opened it to reveal a man I hadn't seen in years. The man who had abandoned us when I was just a little girl."Father?" I whispered, feeling like I'd been punched in the gut.My father stood in the doorway, looking older and wearier than I remembered. He had a tentative smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with a deep sadness."Sophia," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "It's so good to see you."I felt like I was in shock. I couldn't beli

I found myself slowly opening up to my father. We would meet for coffee or lunch, and he would tell me stories about his past, about the mistakes he had made and the regrets he had.I was starting to feel like maybe, just maybe, he was genuinely sorry for what he had done. Maybe he had changed, and maybe we could rebuild our relationship.Leo, however, thought differently.He hired his private investigator to look into my father’s affairs and the results weren’t correlating.“I don’t think you should trust your father.” Leo told me as he walked me to my lecture hall.“What?” I asked him as I paused at the stairs.“I believe he is lying.” He stated as I frowned at his statement,“How do you know that?” I asked him curiously.“What did you do, Leo?” I asked him as I approached him.He sighed heavily as he replied,” I know we agreed to no nitpicking and letting things run it’s natural course…but I just had this feeling.”“What feeling?” I asked in confusion.“Your dad isn’t who he claims

“I’ll be back as soon as I finish my project.” Paris said as I laughed at her indecisiveness.“After your project or after your boyfriend’s party?”I asked her.“Oh. I almost forgot about that…probably after the party.” She replied.“As I thought.”“No…it’s not like that.” She said with a light chuckle as I teased her.“I won’t go near men again.” I mimicked her remark after her breakup.“I actually didn’t want to, but you know?” She said as I nodded.I did know.I couldn’t imagine life without Leo.“What about your love life?” She asked me.“Leo is doing well…he’s been interested in meeting you.” I told her.“I want to meet him too. Cannot believe he is the same guy from the club…it’s been long.” She remarked as I giggled.I didn’t remember much, but I was told about our first meeting.“That’s a good thing, honestly.” She added.“Well, I’m glad we both have functional love lives.” I said.“Me too, but I miss you so much. I feel like I’ve been neglectful.” She confessed.“No…I mean, we

The following morning, the tension in the house still hung thick in the air. The conversation from the night before was far from over, and it was clear that the rift between Stan and I hadn’t been closed.Angela watched me with a mix of concern and frustration as she moved around the house, distractedly picking up objects and placing them down again, as though trying to quiet her inner turmoil.Angela approached cautiously, not wanting to further agitate me. “Sophia, are you okay?”I paused, my hand hovering over a cup as if I was lost in thought. “I don’t know, Angela. I just… I can’t shake what he said. What if it’s true? What if everything I knew was a lie?” My voice cracked, betraying the vulnerability that I tried so hard to suppress.Leo had gone to work after dropping me back home last night. I was eager to stay longer with him, but he had a meeting to attend with some investors, apparently.Angela stepped closer, reaching out to gently touch my shoulder. “Sophia, you can’t let

Do you believe him?” Stan asked quietly, his voice a mix of uncertainty and exhaustion.I glanced at him, surprised by the question. I had been too caught up in my own swirling thoughts to consider his perspective. He had always been the more grounded one, the one who kept us both afloat when things got too heavy. But this… this was different.“I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice shaking slightly. “I don’t know what to think anymore. Part of me wants to believe him—he seemed so sincere, so… regretful. But another part of me can’t help but wonder if he’s just trying to manipulate us again.”Stan was quiet for a moment, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “He sounded like he was telling the truth, though,” he said softly. “The way he talked about ‘The Founder,’ how scared he was—he doesn’t seem like the type of person who would make all of that up.”I nodded, biting my lip. “I don’t know. It’s just… everything feels like it’s falling apart. I thought I had all the answers bef