Todos los capítulos de His To Have And To Loathe: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Sophia’s POVThis was just my luck. Of all companies, I got the one he owned. I was sick to my stomach, and I knew in my gut that I would rather be broke than see him ever again.“Sorry,” I said, grabbing my bag, “I can't do this anymore.”The poor lady looked too stunned to speak as she watched me get up from the chair. “Do you mind if I ask why?”“Thank you for your time,” I responded abruptly, “But I just can't.” I fled the scene before she could say another word, and my feet carried me faster than I could have ever imagined out of the building.The cool air welcomed me as I walked slowly on the sidewalk. I fiddled with my phone, weighing my options, and unblocked Nikolai’s number; there was no way he wasn't involved. I immediately regretted my action, so I froze in place, pondering the idea of calling him one last time to tell him to back off. My brows tightened as my fingers hovered over his contact; if I had gotten this interview because of him, I wanted no part in it.Just t

Nikolai’s POVWhat was I thinking, not having her followed? For all I knew, Moretti could have gotten word about her leaving me by now. The mole issue had been slightly resolved, and I was still in the business of making Moretti’s life a living hell. But it was only a matter of time before he snapped, and I couldn't just let her go.I couldn't do that. So I had Jack do all the dirty work. He found Sophia; she got an apartment and a job. The first thing I did when I got her address was grovel, and I wasn't ashamed to admit it.The flowers I sent came back first, all hundred red roses, returned to the mansion with the card still attached. Jack found the whole thing hilarious, but I wasn't laughing. The diamond bracelet I sent Sophia also returned unopened. I knew Sophia wasn't the type of girl to get distracted by the shinier things, but I was at my wits' end.“You know she's making a point,” Jack said as he swirled the drink in his hand.He had insisted we go to a bar and unwind. I re

Sophia’s POV I couldn't get him out of my head, and the little nugget inside me was another daily reminder of him. He was trying to earn my forgiveness; that had to mean something, but what? Could I ever trust him? Or maybe there was a world where we could raise this baby together, no strings attached. I groaned as I rolled onto my back; I was starting to feel pregnant with each day. If I wasn't stuffing my face with food, I would feel nauseous. It was quite a vicious cycle. I rolled again, searching for the right spot to sleep; that's when my phone buzzed. I sprang off the bed, desperately hoping Nikolai had texted. What was wrong with me? I was supposed to be mad at him, not craving his attention. It wasn't Nikolai who had sent a message; it was an unknown number. I raised an eyebrow as I scrolled through my phone. The message read, ‘Enjoying Your Freedom?’ My stomach tightened; this couldn't be Nikolai, and it most definitely wasn't Jack. Who else would know I had left

Sophia’s POV“Sophia, what's wrong?” Nikolai asked with a burning urgency. He stood right in front of me, looking like he was two seconds away from calling an ambulance, and I went from shock to full-on smiling, and I couldn't stop.“Nothing,” I shrugged.“You're crying.” He pointed out.I didn't even realize that I was. “Am I?” My hands went up to my tear-stained cheeks.“Jesus Christ, Sophia.” He stopped closer, his eyes searching mine for some sort of clue. “Are you in pain? Did something happen?”“No, Niko, I'm fine.”Another tiny flutter moved through my stomach, and I smiled again. I had to be less obvious, so I didn't react this time; either that or I had to explain why I kept touching my belly.I fought even more tears from spilling; they were tears of joy because this was a beautiful moment, one I never would have seen coming, and it so happened that Nikolai was right here when it happened, even if he had no clue it was even happening.“Sophia.” He said softly, “Talk to me.”

Sophia’s POV“That’s it. I’m quitting work to be a trophy wife.” A frustrated Amaya slumps on the bed while I get ready for work in my apartment.She had stayed the night because, ‘she didn’t want me to be lonely’ but there was more to it that she wasn’t saying quite yet. I’m guessing her date last night didn’t go well, plus, like me, she had her day job to get to.“Trust me, being a trophy wife isn’t all that great.” I responded based on my fair share of experience as Nikolai’s pretend trophy wife, who still got cheated on.I felt a pang in my chest at the thought of that. Sure, the marriage was a sham, but the feelings between us weren't. At least that was what I thought, but boy did he prove me wrong.Amaya grumbled as she rolled in the bed, “I’m just so sick of bad dates.” She abruptly got on her feet, taking up space in front of the mirror, practically pushing me to the side, “on top of that, I still have to go to work and deal with obnoxious men who think they know better than I