All Chapters of Brushstrokes of the unseen : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty-One: Cracks in the Glass

Sophia sat in her corner office, the skyline stretching out before her like a mosaic of ambition and power. The glass walls shimmered in the morning light, catching the reflection of her own figure—poised, perfect, unreadable.Yet beneath the surface, she felt the fractures.Her assistant had just left after reviewing the day’s agenda, her voice brisk, professional, and efficient. Normally, Sophia would have been equally sharp, cutting through every item with precision. But this morning, her eyes had wandered more than once to the phone on her desk.The unread thread still sat there, mocking her.Couldn’t-not.Two words. Simple. Incomplete. And yet they carried the weight of every sleepless night, every half-formed reply she had written and deleted, every crack forming in the polished armour she wore so carefully.She reached for the phone, fingers hovering. For a second, her mask slipped. She typed a single word: Why?

Last Updated : 2025-09-06

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Gallery Collision

The evening had started as nothing more than an obligation.Sophia smoothed the sleeve of her midnight-blue dress as she stepped out of the black car, the flash of cameras catching on the silver clasp at her waist. She hated these events—art fundraisers wrapped in the veneer of philanthropy, attended mostly by executives eager to be seen supporting culture while sipping overpriced champagneShe was here because investors expected it, not because she cared. At least, that was what she told herself.The gallery entrance glowed with warm light, spilling across the sidewalk. Inside, voices swirled with the clinking of glasses, the murmur of polite admiration. White walls stretched endlessly, each one adorned with canvases carefully curated for aesthetic balance rather than raw truth.Sophia’s heels clicked against the marble floor as she moved through the crowd, her smile perfectly measured, her handshakes firm but brief. She gave the right compl

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

Chapter Twenty-Three: Echoes in the Silence

The week unfolded with brutal precision—just the way Sophia liked it.Back-to-back meetings, strategy sessions, investor calls. Every morning began at six with a review of numbers; every evening ended with draft revisions of the global expansion proposal. She packed her schedule so tightly there was barely room to breathe.And yet—he was everywhere.Alex’s words crept in at the edges of her focus, intruding when she least expected them.Just because they can’t see you, doesn’t mean you aren’t there.The sentence replayed in the quiet moments: when she paused with her hand hovering over her coffee cup, when the elevator doors slid shut, when the city lights blurred past her car window late at night. It threaded itself into her thoughts until even spreadsheets seemed to echo with it.She hated it.Hated the way one man could slip past her defenses without permission. Hated that his voice had taken root in her mind, wh

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Breaking Point

The city had surrendered to nightfall, neon lights flickering against the glass towers, streets thrumming with the pulse of Friday evening. Sophia had cancelled her last meeting of the day, something she almost never did, claiming exhaustion. But exhaustion wasn’t what sat in her chest.It was something closer to hunger.She found herself pacing her penthouse, a glass of untouched wine on the table, her phone lying inches away like a live wire. All day, she had fought the urge, telling herself to bury it, to suffocate it beneath reports and projections. Yet here she was—alone, restless, his name pressing against her ribs like it wanted to break free.Finally, unable to bear the silence, she picked up the phone and pressed his number.The line rang once. Twice. Then:“Sophia?” His voice was warm, surprised, a little breathless.She froze, her carefully constructed words evaporating. “I—” Her throat tightened. “I wanted to see

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Weight of Morning

Morning light bled into the penthouse, pale and unforgiving. Sophia stood by the window, coffee cooling in her hands, her reflection stark in the glass. Her robe was wrapped tightly around her body, but nothing could disguise the marks on her skin—traces of Alex’s lips, the shadows of his touch.She hated how tender they felt. How alive.Behind her, the sheets on the couch were still tangled, silent evidence of the night she couldn’t erase. Her eyes lingered on them too long before she forced herself to look away.It was a mistake. The words circled like a mantra, cold and precise. She would bury it as she had buried everything else that threatened to unravel her. No one could know. Not her staff, not her investors, not the world that demanded perfection from her.Especially not Alex.By the time she stepped into her office later that morning, Sophia Bennett, CEO, had returned. She was immaculate in her tailored suit, her hair sleek,

Last Updated : 2025-09-09

Chapter Twenty-Six: Colours of Confrontation

The gallery smelled of turpentine and varnish, alive with the quiet hum of conversation. Spotlights illuminated canvases that seemed to breathe, their colors pulsing against stark white walls. Critics and collectors moved slowly through the space, wine glasses in hand, murmuring praise and speculation.At the centre of it all, Alex stood restless, shifting his weight as strangers studied his heart spread out on canvas. Each painting was a confession, a fragment of the truth he couldn’t speak aloud.He had painted Sophia a hundred times, though not once had he used her name.There she was in bold reds—her mouth parted in silence. In greys and whites—her back turned, her figure blurred, unreachable. In shadowed blues—her eyes caught between longing and fear.Anyone could see the intimacy woven into the strokes. Anyone could guess there was someone behind them. But only Sophia would recognize herself.And Alex painted them that way on p

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Fractures in Silence

Sophia walked into her office that morning as though nothing had happened. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, her assistant handed her a coffee, and she breezed through the schedule with practised efficiency.But beneath the surface, her mind was chaos.Every polished smile felt brittle. Every decisive signature trembled at the edges. Her body still carried the ghost of Alex’s touch, and her heart rebelled against the silence she was trying to force on herself.She thought no one noticed. But the people who worked closest to her saw it. The way she avoided small talk more than usual. The way her gaze seemed distant, flickering somewhere else before snapping back to the boardroom table.By noon, she had buried herself under contracts and projections, her phone face down, as though ignoring the possibility of his name lighting up the screen could erase him altogether.But she couldn’t erase the memory of the way he’d looked at

Last Updated : 2025-09-12

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Unveiling

The interview was supposed to be routine. A well-known media outlet had requested an exclusive feature on Sophia’s rise as a young female CEO. It wasn’t the first, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.She arrived immaculate as always—tailored navy suit, understated jewellery, her hair in a sleek twist that screamed authority. Cameras were set, the lights harsh but flattering, and the host began with the usual questions about innovation, leadership, and vision.For the first twenty minutes, Sophia was flawless. Her answers were sharp and confident, the kind of soundbites that would trend online.But then the host asked casually, “What inspires you personally, Ms. Bennett? Beyond business—what keeps you grounded?”It should have been simple. A rehearsed mention of mentors, books, or travel. But the word personally struck something raw.Alex’s face flashed in her mind. His laugh, rough and unpolished. His touch, lingering on her skin.

Last Updated : 2025-09-14

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Confession

The week after, the gallery felt stretched thin, like a string pulled to its breaking point.Sophia buried herself in work. Her days blurred into endless meetings, her nights into empty hours staring at documents she couldn’t absorb. She told herself the distraction was enough—that numbers and contracts could drown out the memory of Alex’s eyes, his voice, the paintings that bared her to the world.But her body betrayed her. Her pulse quickened at the thought of him, and her chest tightened whenever she remembered the brush of his hand against her skin.By Friday evening, the facade had worn thin. She stayed late in her office, the city lights flickering beneath her windows, when her assistant appeared in the doorway.“Ms. Bennett,” she said carefully, “there’s someone here to see you.”Sophia didn’t look up from her laptop. “I told you—no appointments without confirmation.”Her assistant hesitated. “It’s Alex Rivera.”

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

Chapter Thirty: Morning Light

The storm in their bodies quieted, but neither of them moved. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, skin, and something softer—something unspoken but undeniable.Alex’s hand traced lazy circles against her hip, his touch absentminded yet reverent, as though even now he couldn’t believe she was here with him. Sophia nestled closer, her cheek resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It grounded her and soothed her in ways she hadn’t realized she needed.“Do you always make a mess like this?” she murmured, gesturing vaguely at the papers scattered across the floor, her voice husky but laced with a faint teasing.He chuckled, the sound low and warm, vibrating through her. “Only when the woman in my arms makes me forget the rest of the world.”Her lips curved, though she didn’t open her eyes. “You’re dangerous with lines like that.”“You bring them out of me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair.

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

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