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Sophia's POVMagaret spoke immediately after Alessia was dragged away."Ever since her sister's lover killed her, she's been going around causing trouble. Why would she think someone like you could be her sister," she said, with her voice laced with disdain as she held my hand.She's still the same Magaret she was three years ago, evil people truly never change. I thought.Magaret sighed, then smiled and continued."I believe she's mentally unstable, prison does that to people."Something inside me snapped, all the anger, the pain and the restraint I'd been holding onto shattered in an instant. I squeezed Margaret's hand hard– then grabbed her by the hair, dragging her down."What are you doing?!" She screamed in pain. "Let me go!"People around raised their phones and started recording the scene."You said she was mentally unstable," I shouted. "After you murdered her sister!"Mattoe and Vivienne rushed forward, pulling their mother from my grip."Hello?" Magaret's voice snapped me o

Marcus Pov A thin ray of sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, pulling me slowly out of sleep.The faint sound of glass opening reached my ears, and I knew Astrid had just stepped out of the bathroom.I sighed quietly. I knew she’d be worried about how I’d acted last night.I had thought having Astrid by my side would make it easier to let go of my revenge and to bury the rage I’d carried for years. But seeing my family again reopened wounds I thought had healed. And Mattoe… the way he kept staring at her ignited something dark inside me.He ruined her once. I would never allow him to do it again.A few minutes later, I got out of bed and wrapped my large arms around her waist from behind. My body pressed against her and I could feel my bulge touching her behind as I kissed her neck and shoulder, breathing her in.She stiffened. Then she stepped out of my grip.“Is something wrong?” I asked, confused.“We need to talk,” she said calmly, walking past me and sitting on the

Sophia's POV “Alessia has been kidnapped,” Adrian said, with panic in his voice—then the call ended.My phone slipped from my ear as my chest tightened painfully. I clutched at myself, struggling to breathe as fear wrapped around my lungs.No! No! No!!Tears blurred my vision as I turned to Mattoe. His head was already resting on the table, with a smile still plastered on his face, completely unaware of what was happening around him.I grabbed my phone and bag and stood up, ready to leave, when the bartender’s voice stopped me.“Ma’am, he’s drunk. Who’s going to take him home?” he asked, pointing at Mattoe.I stopped immediately, realizing if Mattoe woke up tomorrow and found out I had abandoned him here, he'd become suspicious, and I couldn’t afford that.“Can you help me get him to the car?” I asked.The bartender nodded, and together we dragged Mattoe into my car, and I drove off immediately.I kept calling Adrian's number repeatedly, but every call went straight to voicemail.If

Sophia’s POVAs I got into my car, a message flashed across my phone containing an address.And beneath it was:That’s where your sister has been taken.I didn’t stop to question who sent it. I forwarded it to Adrian immediately and started the engine with my hands trembling on the steering wheel as I drove toward the location.Thirty minutes into the drive, Marcus called.“We’ve found her. We’re on our way to the hospital.”Relief crashed into me and tears suddenly spilled down my cheeks.“Is she safe?” I asked quickly, but the line went dead.I made a sharp U-turn and headed straight for the hospital.The moment I entered the reception, the television caught my attention.Breaking New flashed across the screen.“Alessia Nathaniel was kidnapped today and has been found in critical condition. Sources claim the Robert family may be linked to the incident after a recent confrontation between her and Mattoe Robert.”Then Alessia's bloody face appeared on the screen, and my knees buckled

Sophia's POV Before I could collapse, the doctor held me."Are you fine, Miss Sophia?" He asked, with concern on his face.But I couldn't answer. I just kept pounding my hands on my chest, as I struggled to breath.I was rushed into the ward, and the nurse quickly placed an oxygen mask over my face. I felt the rush of air fill my lungs, and my breath slowly became steadier.After a few minutes, the nurse checked my Vitals, and nodded at the doctor, who had rushed in."You're stabilizing, he said gently, removing the mask." It was a PTSD-triggered panic attack, but you're safe now, just try to stay calm.I blinked, finally able to focus as the memory of my grandmother's bloodied face and my father's laughter slowly faded away, leaving only the cold ache in my chest.I couldn't believe I had lost my grandmother too...and she's gone for good.Days later, she was buried. And I was left alone in the cruel world with Alessia, who kept asking about her."What happened to grandma, and when i