جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 110

❤️Sophie❤️ In the morning, I wake up with the strange feeling that something has shifted inside me. Not dramatically. Nothing has changed around me. The same curtains hang beside the windows. The same sunlight spills across the floor. Adrian’s side of the bed is empty, and his pillow still carries the faint scent of his cologne. But I feel different. Maybe it’s the letter. Maybe it’s finally allowing myself to think about the future without being afraid of it. I sit up and place a hand over my stomach. “Good morning.” A small movement answers me. I smile. “You’re awake too?” I stay like that for a while, talking quietly to the baby even though I know it can’t understand a word I’m saying. Then the bedroom door opens. Adrian walks in. He has his phone in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. His eyes find me immediately. “You’re awake.” “Apparently.” He sets the coffee down. “How are you feeling?” “Good.” He comes closer and kisses my forehead. I catch his hand before

☠️Adrian☠️The balcony doors close behind Sophie. I watch her disappear into the crowd. She looks back once. I catch it. That small hesitation. The instinct to stay.Then she smiles at me through the glass and turns away. My chest tightens. I hate that I notice things like that now.I hate that I know the exact difference between her polite smile and the one she gives me when she’s genuinely happy.Tonight, she gave me the second one. And for a moment, I almost forget why I’m here. Almost.“Adrian.” Felix’s voice drags me back.I turn. He is standing a few feet away, his hands in his pockets.The pleasant expression he wore inside is gone. Good. I was getting tired of it. “What do you want?”His eyes move toward the glass doors. “She trusts you.”I don’t answer. He looks back at me. “More than she should.”Something cold settles in my stomach. I keep my face blank. “That’s an interesting thing for a father to say about his daughter’s husband.”“Don’t.” His voice is low.I smile withou

❤️Sophie❤️ By the time we get home, the city has gone quiet. Not completely quiet. Cars still move somewhere beyond the gates, the occasional sound of an engine drifting through the night, but compared to the noise and brightness of the gala, the house feels almost peaceful. I step inside and immediately slip off my heels. A small sigh escapes me as my feet touch the floor. Adrian looks down at me. “That bad?” I glance at the shoes in my hand. “They looked beautiful.” He waits. I continue. “They felt like torture.” A quiet laugh leaves him. I look at him in surprise. “What?” “Nothing.” “No. You laughed.” I narrow my eyes playfully. “I heard you.” He takes my heels from my hand before I can protest and carries them toward the staircase. I follow him, smiling to myself. There is something strangely intimate about moments like this. Not the expensive dress. Not the jewelry. Not the gala or the people who watched us all evening. This. Coming home. Taking off my shoes and walkin

☠️Adrian☠️By nine in the morning, Felix Harrison owns less of his empire than he did when he went to sleep.I sit at the head of the conference table and watch the final documents appear on the screen. No celebration. No congratulations. Just numbers.The kind that decide who controls what, who answers to whom, and who has the power to make decisions when everyone else in the room thinks they still do.Damien sits across from me, a tablet in front of him. Ronan is beside him, scrolling through the latest reports while Lucian stands near the windows with his arms folded. Nikolai sits at the far end, scrolling through documents on his tablet. The acquisition has gone through. Another piece of Felix’s business is mine. Not temporarily.Not through some fragile agreement that the right lawyer can reverse. Mine.I stare at the confirmation on the screen for a moment. This should feel better. For years, I have imagined this exact process. One company. Then another.Then the investments. T

☠️Adrian☠️My grip tightens around the phone. For a second, neither of us speaks.Then the man on the other end breathes out slowly. “Been a long time, Adrian.”My jaw clenches. I know that voice. I could forget a hundred faces before I forgot that voice.Sergei. The name hits me like a fist to the chest. I stand completely still, staring at nothing. He sounds older. Rougher. But it’s still him.The same voice I remember hearing behind the door when I was a boy. The same voice that used to call my name whenever they wanted me brought downstairs.Whenever they wanted something from me. “What do you want?” My voice comes out colder than I feel.A low chuckle comes through the phone. “I’m here to visit you.”My eyes narrow. “Here?”“Yes.”Something inside me tightens. “Where?”“Does it matter?”My hand closes around the phone. “Yes.”He laughs again, and the sound makes my stomach turn. “I’m not calling to argue with you.”“Then why the fuck are you calling me?”Silence. For a moment, I