All Chapters of His Terms, My Surrender: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I let out a slow breath, my mind racing. She was right.I have been a fool. A blind, arrogant fool who let Elianna manipulate me, let my own pride keep me from seeing the truth.Sofia shifted slightly in the bed, wincing as she adjusted herself. I stepped forward instinctively, but she shot me a sharp look, stopping me in my tracks."I don’t need your help," she muttered.I clenched my jaw. "I know."Thirty minutes later, the door to Sofia’s hospital room swung open, and my mother walked in.Her heels clicked against the floor as she took in the sight before her—Sofia sitting up in bed, pale but awake, and me standing stiffly beside her. Relief flooded her expression, but there was something else too. Something unreadable."Oh, thank God," she breathed, making her way to Sofia’s bedside. "Sweetheart, how are you feeling?"Sofia blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting the warmth in my mother’s voice. She hesitated before answering. "I’m… alive."A small smile tugged at my mother’s l

Evening came, and the room was quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock.Sofia had fallen asleep, her breathing steady, her body still weak. She looked so small under the blankets, like a shadow of the strong-willed woman she used to be.I hadn’t moved much. I just sat there, watching her, lost in my own thoughts.The room darkened as the sun set, casting long shadows against the walls. I didn’t bother turning on the lights. It felt easier this way—sitting in the dim glow, pretending things weren’t as messed up as they really were.After a while, a soft knock came at the door. I turned to see Lina standing there, holding a tray with dinner. She hesitated when she saw me, then stepped inside carefully.Lina placed the tray on the nightstand carefully, her movements quiet and efficient. She glanced at Sofia, then back at me.“She should eat when she wakes up, sir,” she said, keeping her voice low.I nodded, my gaze still on Sofia. “Has my mother left?”“Yes, sir. She left not too

Sofia’s breath hitched, and before she could stop it, a tear slipped down her cheek. She quickly turned her head away, as if that could hide it, but I saw everything.Her shoulders shook slightly as more tears followed, silent and unwilling. She was trying so hard to keep it together, to act like she wasn’t breaking, but she was.I exhaled and reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek as I wiped away a tear. She flinched at the touch, but I didn’t pull back.“Don’t,” she whispered, her voice raw.I ignored her, my thumb catching another tear before it could fall.She let out a shaky breath, her eyes closing tightly. “You don’t get to act like you care, Theo.”I tilted my head slightly. “Who said I don’t?”Her eyes snapped open, filled with frustration, pain, and something else—something she didn’t want me to see.“Because if you did,” she said, her voice breaking, “you’d let me go.”I didn’t answer. Because we both knew I wouldn’t.Sofia let out a bitter laugh, wiping at her

Sofia's POV Today was the day. The day Theo would decide if he should set me free or not. I hated the way he treated everything—as if my life, my choices, were nothing more than pieces in a game he controlled. He had already broken the contract, the very foundation of our twisted arrangement, when he killed my father. And now, even after everything, he still refused to let me go. But if he didn’t… I would. I wasn’t just doing this for myself anymore. I was seven months gone, and every decision I made mattered more than ever. Running was no longer a choice—it was a necessity. I smoothed my hand over the fabric of my dress, trying to steady my breathing as I followed Theo out of the house. My heart pounded, but I kept my expression calm. I had to. One way or another, after tonight, I would be free. I stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against my skin as Theo led the way to the car. The driver was already waiting, holding the door open. Theo got in first, and I

Before Camila could say anything else, a familiar voice cut through the noise of the room."Come here."I stiffened, my body reacting to the command before I even turned to face him. Theo stood a few feet away, his expression unreadable, but the sharpness in his eyes told me he wasn’t in the mood to wait.Camila’s smirk deepened as she leaned back lazily in her seat. "Looks like the boss is calling," she murmured, tilting her glass toward me. "Better not keep him waiting, muñeca."I shot her a look, but she only winked. Taking a quiet breath, I rose to my feet and walked toward Theo. The moment I reached him, his hand found the small of my back, firm and possessive."Having fun?" he asked, his voice smooth, but there was an edge beneath it.I met his gaze, keeping my expression neutral. "Just catching up with an old friend."His thumb brushed lightly against my spine, a subtle reminder of control. "Let’s go," he said.As Theo led me through the grand hall, the low hum of conversation