Novels by graceportal109

Sophia's POVMany thoughts are running through my head while he sits calmly beside me, driving the car. I still haven't been able to comprehend his confessions. I still haven't been able to accept that my Mother is right this time.I haven't come to terms with what he said. Being nervous around men has never been my thing but for weeks, I have been extremely nervous around him and I try as much to avoid him.I know he wants answers but I have nothing to say to him. I just wished he never confessed his feelings to me and I am still as clueless as ever. I doubt if I can ever become comfortable with him again."Are you ok?" He demands with a voice thick in concern.I spare him a glance. He is watching me with a worried expression while driving expertly with his left hand. I don't think I have ever seen him drive himself."Yes", I nod and gulp down loudly before looking away.He must think I am nervous about the information I got this night which involves my father and his but that isn't

Dante POVI ache so desperately for the remaining months so she can go and I can be back to my normal self.This is what she wants. If she wanted to be gone, then maybe she will be out of my mind as well.I hate this pathetic feeling in me. With my hand entwined with hers, we run all the way home. As soon as we are inside the massive gate, I let go of her hand and begin to walk faster so I can get away from her and away from the longing I feel.When I step inside, I hurry towards the staircase. I need to get rid of these clothes and have a hot shower before going to bed.I get to my door, open it and enter before proceeding to remove my clothes. I am halfway done when the door opens again and Sophia comes in.I hear her locking the door from behind and I turn back. "What are you doing here?""I want to sleep", she answers indifferently and begins to take off her wet clothes too with her gaze still fixed on mine.When she is done taking off the jacket and her top, leaving her in just

Sophia's POV Two hours of mindless Netflix binging and a bowl of bland popcorn later, I toss the remote aside with a frustrated sigh. The movie isn’t cutting it. The popcorn? Tasteless. My patience? Hanging by a thread. Nothing seems to hold my attention these days, and the boredom is gnawing at me. It’s not just boredom, it’s something deeper. Restlessness. At first, I thought changing my surroundings would help. I left my room for Dante’s, hoping being in his space would ease the monotony. It worked, but only for a moment. Now, I’m back to feeling suffocated. I need to get out. Back when I was with Liam, boredom was never an issue. If it crept in, the solution was simple, Liam or parties. I don’t miss Liam, but I do miss the freedom of my old life. No heavy expectations. No endless worries weighing me down. Now? I’m stuck worrying about Dante, about our rocky relationship, about my parents. Dante is colder than I ever imagined he could be. It’s like he’s punishing

Dante's POV The anger simmering inside me refuses to fade, even after I apologized to her. It's an unshakable rage mixed with a suffocating tightness in my chest and a hollow ache in my stomach. I can’t get a grip on my emotions as I sit at the bar counter downstairs, staring at the glass of whiskey and wine I just poured. The sharp tang of the alcohol barely registers as I gulp it down, trying to drown the storm inside me. I wish none of this had happened. I wish I hadn’t told her how I felt. Maybe then, things wouldn’t have spiraled like this. She’s still in love with him. Liam. He’s the one she wants, or at least he was before I came into the picture. If she hadn’t learned about the arranged marriage, would she have taken him back? Accepted his apology? Maybe it’s not as easy to erase your first love as I thought. Maybe she misses how he used to kiss her. “Damn it!” I slam my fist against the counter, wincing at the sharp pain that follows. I didn’t see this coming.

Sophia's POVFinding out such a significant part of my life like this is something I never wanted Mother to know about. I never thought it through seriously. I just assumed she wouldn’t care as long as her ambitions were fulfilled.But seeing her standing there, mouth agape, I feel a deep sense of shame. I wish she hadn’t overheard my conversation with Dante.It’s mortifying.Almost as mortifying as Dante finding out I’m still a virgin despite all the wild parties, reckless behavior, and my headstrong attitude."A contract marriage?" she repeats, as though she still can’t believe what she’s just heard. Finally, she shuts her mouth. I slump onto the bed, my head bowed low in embarrassment.We shouldn’t have talked about this here."Sophia, talk to me. What does he mean by a contract marriage? Did you two actually sign a contract?" She grabs an ottoman and sits in front of me, her expression demanding answers.I’m guessing Dante was too furious to answer her earlier. He just made sure s

Sophia's POV Father is refusing to answer my questions. I’ve given him more than enough time, but his silence makes it clear—he doesn’t want to talk about it. I’m sure he knows something. Either he’s hiding something or trying to protect Dante’s father simply because he’s my father-in-law. Just like Dante said, how can we help if we don’t know the truth about their past? I try again, reaching out to him, hoping to persuade him to speak. Just then, the door opens without warning. I turn and see Mom walk in, her face lit up with excitement. “Guess who’s here?” she beams, gesturing toward the open door. Dante steps in, looking...off. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes hold a look I can’t quite decipher. He closes the door behind him and walks in, his presence heavy. I didn’t tell him Father would be discharged today—Mom must have. We haven’t been on great terms since the other night, but even then, he’s never looked this furious. Did something happen at work? Did he