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The restaurant was elegant and unusually quiet, the kind of place where conversations stayed low and no one dared make a scene. At least, that was what Eva thought. Then Sophie arrived. Twenty minutes late. She strolled in wearing oversized sunglasses pushed onto her perfectly styled hair, looking polished, composed... and completely untouched by the chaos she'd left behind. She slid into the chair across from her without a hint of guilt. "The bank withdrawal. That was you." Sophie didn't even attempt denial. "It belonged to me too." "You took everything, Sophie. My whole life got rearranged because you disappeared, and now you're stealing from Grandmother's estate like none of it happened.

My heart raced at a dangerous, traitorous speed. I stared at his retreating back the clumsy, exaggerated steps, the way he swung his arms like a little boy. It was too perfect. Too deliberate. A masterpiece of deception. Father thought he had sold me to a fool. Clara believed she had mocked a tragedy. The entire elite world whispered about the broken Thornhart heir who needed a nanny instead of a wife. But as I pressed trembling fingers to the place his hand had seared, I knew the truth with chilling clarity. I hadn’t been sold to a boy.

CHAPTER 144: Rachel~ “Sophie,” I say the name with charged disgust I can’t hide. “You couldn’t just leave and go find something else to do, huh? You had to stick around and try to take what’s mine.” “Yours?!” She screeches. “You mean what you stole from me! I’m supposed to be Luna. Me! I lost my mom and then my dad, and what? You just waltz along and get what’s mine? NEVER.”

She's going to meet with Agent Kim tonight. She's going to help recover the stolen money. And she's going to trust Marcus to keep Sophie safe while she does it. "I need you to take Sophie somewhere," she says. "Where?" "Your cabin in Vermont. Tonight." Marcus stares at her. "You're still going to help them." "I have to." "No, you don't. You have a choice." "Do I? Because if I don't help recover that money tonight, thirty-seven million dollars disappears forever. Money that belongs to people who trusted Leon Hart with their futures."

There Sophie stood staring at her two biological sons. "You are too stupid! If you had succeeded yesterday, all of the Fletcher family's wealth would have belonged to both of you!" Sophie reproached. Garvin held his head. "If I had killed him right away, he definitely wouldn't have been able to safely run away until now." "This is all because of your stupidity! You can't just kill one woman!" An attempt was planned by Sophie to kidnap Violeth without anyone's knowledge but all failed as Garvin was mesmerized by the perfection of his brother who was drugged in bed without a thread.

Lance must have said that to encourage himself. "I don't know what you are, dead gatekeeper. But I am the demon slayer. And to me you are nothing but another demon" Sophie said to get him scared. "Of course, I know what you are. That is why I locked you up in a place while I used the vessel in the Manor to steal the knife. And I am regretting something right now. I would have given you up to a thousand boxes to search" Lance smirked. He took short steps away from them.

“Call security. Lock down every file. And get me Lillian’s address.” Alexander stepped beside her. “Are you sure?” “No,” Sophie said. “But I’m done waiting for enemies to declare themselves.” She stepped into the elevator. The doors closed. And she whispered: “Let’s finish this.” The drive to Lillian Harper’s estate felt longer than it was. Not because of the distance. But because of the betrayal. Sophie stood before the wrought-iron gates of the Harper family estate. They hadn’t changed since she was ten — all ivy and brick and whispered elegance.

"When she's eighteen, you can sell her for the bride price." Mark had hesitated at first, but in the end, he agreed. And so, he took the little girl home and wove a lie—that she was his wife’s second daughter, raised in her parents' home. He gave her a name. Sophie. I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw ached. My hands curled into fists as rage surged through me. The precious daughter of the Carpenter family—stolen, abandoned, abused. First, kidnapped. Then, beaten and scolded by the buyer. Finally, left at the mercy of those monsters for over a decade.

"He knows what you did at the gala. He knows you have the ledger. He’s not going to the cops, Lena. He’s going to the Silvers. He thinks if he can kidnap you, he can force Adrian to delete everything. You have to leave. Now." I stared at her. The woman who had stolen my life was now standing in front of me, offering me a way out. I didn't know if I could trust her, but I knew Daniel Brooks. He was a coward who became dangerous when he was cornered. And right now, I had cornered him. "Why are you helping me?" I asked. Sophie looked down at her feet, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Because he’s not the man I thought he was. And because… I’m the one who told him where you were. I’m so sorry, Le