Sophia's POV
The moment I hear his last name, my world tilts on its axis. Carter. I replay it in my mind, convincing myself that I misheard. But no, the name lingers, heavy and unmistakable. Alex Carter. The same last name as my ex-husband. The same man I’ve vowed to ruin. My fingers tighten around the stem of my champagne glass as I stare at him, my pulse hammering in my ears. His expression is unreadable—calm, composed—but I see it now. The resemblance. The sharp jawline, the piercing gaze, the way he carries himself with effortless authority. How had I not noticed before? I take a slow breath, forcing the rage down. “Tell me I’m wrong,” I say, my voice quieter than I intend, but no less dangerous. Alex doesn’t blink. “You’re not.” A slow, mocking laugh bubbles out of me before I can stop it. “Of course.” I shake my head, biting back the bitterness coating my tongue. “Of all the men in the world, I had to sleep with you.” His lips twitch, but there’s no amusement in his eyes. “Seems like fate has a twisted sense of humor.” I glare at him, my mind racing. If he’s Nathan’s brother—half-brother, I remind myself—then this isn’t just an unfortunate coincidence. This is a complication. A threat. I set my glass down with a deliberate clink and fold my arms. “Let me guess. You’re here to defend your dear brother? Tell me how I should just walk away and let him win?” Alex’s expression darkens, something sharp flashing in his gaze. “Hardly.” I narrow my eyes, waiting. He exhales slowly, swirling the whiskey in his glass before speaking. “Nathan and I share a father. That’s where our relationship ends.” His voice is controlled, but I hear the weight behind his words. “He betrayed me years ago, and I’ve been waiting for the right moment to return the favor.” A chill runs down my spine. There’s something calculated in the way he says it, a quiet promise of destruction. I watch him carefully. “What did he do to you?” A flicker of something crosses his face—anger, regret, maybe both—but it’s gone before I can decipher it. “Let’s just say you’re not the only one he’s screwed over.” I don’t trust easily. I can’t afford to. But the way Alex says it—the controlled rage in his voice, the steel behind his words—tells me he’s telling the truth. Still, I scoff, not willing to let my guard down so easily. “And what? You just happened to show up in my life, buy shares in Nathan’s company, and now we’re suddenly on the same side?” Alex tilts his head slightly. “You think I planned this?” His lips curve into something close to a smirk, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I don’t chase after women, Sophia. And I certainly don’t chase after married ones.” The heat in my cheeks is immediate, but I refuse to let him see how his words affect me. “Ex-wife,” I correct him coolly. “And if you’re expecting me to believe this is just some cosmic accident, you’re even more arrogant than I thought.” Alex studies me for a long moment, then leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “Believe what you want. But if I had known who you were that night…” He lets the words hang between us, unfinished. I lift my chin. “You wouldn’t have touched me?” His gaze flickers to my lips, then back to my eyes, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t say that.” My breath catches for half a second before I force myself to regain control. I refuse to let him get under my skin. Not again. Instead, I focus on what matters. “So, what now? You expect me to believe we’re just two people who happen to hate the same man?” Alex sets his glass down and straightens, his demeanor shifting from casual to businesslike. “Not quite.” I cross my arms again. “Then what?” He watches me, his gaze assessing, as if deciding how much to say. Then, finally, he speaks. “We have a common enemy, Sophia. And right now, we have something Nathan doesn’t—each other.” I let out a short laugh. “And what? You want to team up? Start some little revenge club?” He doesn’t flinch. “Something like that.” I shake my head, stepping back slightly. “I don’t need a partner, Alex. I’ve been handling this just fine on my own.” His voice is steady, measured. “You want to take him down completely? Not just in the courtroom, but where it really hurts? His company. His power. His reputation.” I hesitate. Because the truth is—yes. That’s exactly what I want. But working with him? Alex seems to read my thoughts because he steps closer, his voice dropping lower. “I have the resources. The connections. And unlike you, I know exactly how Nathan thinks.” I swallow hard. “And what do you get out of this?” His smirk returns, but this time, it’s colder. “The satisfaction of watching him lose everything.” It’s tempting. Too tempting. But I don’t trust easily. And something about this feels too… convenient. I narrow my eyes. “What’s the catch?” Alex watches me for a beat before speaking. “You want real power, Sophia? You want to make sure Nathan never gets back up after this?” I nod slowly. His gaze darkens. “Then you need more than just shares in his company. You need control.” I tilt my head. “And how exactly do you suggest I do that?” Alex’s smirk fades, his expression turning deadly serious. “You become his boss.” I blink. “Excuse me?” He leans in, his voice smooth but firm. “Nathan is vulnerable right now. Between the divorce, the scandal, and his company’s shaky finances, he’s barely holding things together. If we pool our resources, we can take control before he even realizes what’s happening.” It’s a bold idea. A dangerous one. But undeniably brilliant. Still, I don’t let myself fall into it just yet. “And what do you get?” I ask again. For the first time since we started talking, Alex hesitates. Then he finally says, “I’ll be honest with you, Sophia. I don’t do anything for free.” I exhale sharply. “So, what’s the price?” He steps even closer, the air between us crackling with unspoken tension. “You work with me. Fully. No secrets, no half-measures.” I swallow. “That’s it?” His lips press together slightly before he speaks again. “And when the time comes, you owe me a favor.” A chill runs through me. “What kind of favor?” Alex holds my gaze, and for the first time, I see something unreadable there. Something I can’t quite decipher. “I’ll tell you when the time is right.” Every instinct in me screams to walk away. To refuse. To handle this on my own. But then I think of Nathan. Of Chloe. Of every lie, every betrayal, every moment of humiliation they made me endure. I think of revenge. I take a breath. Then, slowly, deliberately, I extend my hand. Alex’s gaze flickers down to it before he takes it, his grip firm, unyielding. “Looks like we have a deal,” I murmur. His smirk returns, but there’s something darker beneath it. “Oh, Sophia,” he says smoothly. “You have no idea what you’ve just agreed to.” A shiver runs down my spine, but I don’t pull away. Because whatever comes next… I’m ready for it. To be continued…SophiaI kneel beside an open suitcase, neatly folding a silk blouse before placing it beside the others. The penthouse is eerily quiet, like the air itself is holding its breath. No soft music playing in the background. No laughter drifting from the other room. Just silence.My things are half-packed—some already sealed away in labeled boxes, others scattered around, waiting for me to decide what stays and what goes. I can't live here anymore. Everything reminded me of Nathan. Everything. We had spent so much time together. We made a lot of decisions together too. Like the clock on the wall, we bought that together just like almost everything in this house. I can't live here anymore. I needed a clean slate. So, I got a studio apartment in the other part of town. This time, I would decorate how ever I pleased, with whatever I wanted to. I reach for a framed photo on the nightstand—our wedding picture. Chloe was my chief-bridesmaid. She looks so happy beside me in the photo. Was sh
SophiaI go back to packing.The sound of the door clicking shut behind my mother lingers for a few moments before fading into the silence. I don’t let it bother me—or at least, I try not to. I fold another blouse, tuck it into my suitcase, and reach for the next item. One after the other, I work my way through the room, sealing away pieces of my life in neat, labeled boxes.It feels robotic. Mechanical. Like I’m watching myself from the outside.By the time I’ve emptied most of the closet, my stomach growls in protest. I pause, stretching my arms over my head. It’s past dinner time. And considering I packed away most of my kitchenware earlier, cooking is out of the question.I grab my phone and order a pizza. Extra cheese. No olives. The way I like it.While I wait, I uncork a bottle of wine and pour myself a generous glass. The first sip burns slightly, then settles into a pleasant warmth. I take another sip, then another. The tension in my shoulders eases, just a little.When the p
SophiaI hesitate for a second, fingers resting on the cool metal of the doorknob. My heart is still racing from the uncertainty of who might be on the other side.I take a slow breath and twist the handle.The door swings open, and instead of Chloe—or anyone I had been dreading—I find a stranger standing there.A man.Tall, with warm brown skin, sharp cheekbones, and dark eyes that hold a quiet sort of amusement. He’s dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a small, neatly wrapped box."Finally," he says, smirking slightly. "I was starting to think you’d just ignore me."I blink, thrown off. "Do I know you?""Not yet," he says easily. "I’m Liam. I live two floors up. Figured I’d stop by and welcome you to the building." He lifts the small box slightly. "Thought a housewarming gift might be a good icebreaker."I glance at the box, then back at him. I hadn’t expected anyone to notice—or care—that I’d moved in. The building had seemed s
Alex Fate is a cruel, twisted thing. It lures you in with promises of success, lets you taste it—only to rip it away the moment you get too comfortable. No one knows that better than I do. Nathan took everything from me once—ripped away my career, my reputation, my future. He framed me, betrayed me, and left me to rot while he climbed higher. I spent years crawling out of the wreckage he left me in, piece by piece, scraping my way back to power. And now, I have it. I lean back in my leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey as I stare at the numbers flashing across my massive screen. The glow from the monitors casts a cold light over the dimly lit office. My top-of-the-line setup hums quietly, multiple screens displaying stock charts, internal reports, and real-time footage of Nathan’s company headquarters. On one screen, the shareholder percentages blink in clean, efficient numbers: Nathan Graves: 40% Sophia Mitchell: 29% Other shareholders: 31% Nathan’s numbers amuse me
Sophia My hair is sleek, pulled back into a low, sophisticated bun. My makeup is clean, understated. Sharp winged liner. A nude lip. Just enough to remind them who they’re dealing with. I took my time. I pull my black blazer over my shoulders, the fabric settling like armor. My tailored suit hugs my frame perfectly, every line sharp, every detail deliberate. I slip on my Louboutin heels, their signature red bottoms flashing with each step. Today is not just business. It’s war. I grab my bag, run a hand through my sleek waves, and step out of my apartment like I own the damn world. I step out of my apartment, locking the door behind me, when a familiar voice calls out. “Good morning neighbor! Sophia, right?” I stop in my tracks. I turn to see Mia, my overly enthusiastic neighbor, standing by her door, her eyes lighting up like she just spotted a celebrity. “I knew your name sounded familiar,” she continues, she smiles brightly as she takes me in, head to toe. Sh
Sophia Silence stretches as the board member flips through the pages. Then, one by one, the other board members lean in, murmuring amongst themselves. I can feel the shift, the weight of their attention turning toward me.Finally, Harrison exhales, setting the papers down. “It’s legitimate.”Nathan snatches the file from them, his eyes darting over the text.I watch as realization dawns on his face. His nostrils flare. His knuckles whiten around the pages.“This… this is legitimate,” one of the executives murmurs.A low hum spreads through the room as the men murmur amongst themselves.Nathan slams the file down on the table.His gaze snaps to his secretary, a young man standing nervously by the door, clearly sweating under the pressure.“How could you let this happen?” Nathan snaps. “You were supposed to monitor any major stock purchases!”The poor man flinches. The secretary stammers, his voice faltering. “I—I didn’t—Miss Mitchell’s purchases were made through multiple entities. We
SophiaI step out of the boardroom feeling fly as hell.Watching Nathan squirm under pressure had been delicious, but I can admit that there were moments when I struggled to keep up. The financial jargon, the rapid-fire reports, the strategic discussions—it had been a lot. I held my own, but I wasn’t naive. There were gaps in my knowledge, things I needed to learn if I wanted to play this game properly.And I did want to play.Because Carter Industries? It was heading for doom.Even without fully understanding the intricacies of the reports, I could see it. The numbers didn’t lie. The board was restless. Their faith in Nathan was wavering. And if I wasn’t careful, I’d end up holding shares in a sinking ship.That wasn’t part of the plan.I needed to figure out how to turn this around—to gain the knowledge, the leverage, the power to make this company better. To do what Nathan clearly couldn’t. That would be the ultimate revenge, wouldn’t it? Not just buying in, but taking over.My pho
NathanI leave the office earlier than usual, jaw clenched so tight it could crack a damn tooth. I should be in there, working damage control, getting ahead of this mess before it spirals further. But I can’t. Not right now. Because if I have to sit in that building for one more second knowing Sophia is a shareholder—knowing she has access—I might lose it completely. The elevator ride down feels like an eternity. Every second, I replay the meeting in my head. The way Sophia walked in, cool and composed, like she owned the damn room. The way the shareholders looked at her, some with curiosity, others with thinly veiled admiration. And the way she looked at me—like she’d already won. I slam the car door shut as I get in. “Take me home,” I snap at the driver. The city blurs past the window, but I don’t see it. My mind is still in that boardroom, replaying every smug look Sophia threw my way, every pointed glance from the shareholders as they scrutinized me. As if I invited this d
SophiaI leaned against the city skyline from the penthouse window, my hand clenched around the stem of a wine glass. The amber liquid inside didn't much ripple, but my mind was far from still. The battle between Nathan and me had grown more powerful than business, more powerful than revenge. It was personal now.Bellion's voice echoed in my head. "Chloe's been exposed. Nathan hasn't moved yet."That was the problem.Nathan never remained still.I looked over at Alex, who was sitting on the couch, watching me. His suit jacket draped over the arm of the couch, his white shirt sleeves rolled up as he sipped a drink. He was just as tired as I was."He's plotting something," I said finally.Alex sighed. "Of course, he is."I set my glass on the table and folded my arms. "Then why do I get the feeling that we're still one step behind?"Alex stared at me with all seriousness. "Because Nathan is most dangerous when he is quiet. He is letting the world destroy Chloe first before he moves."I
SophiaI stood in the doorway of my office, looking out over the city I had fought so long to reclaim. The skyline burned gold in the early evening light, the glass towers creating the illusion of tranquility. But inside me, inside this war I was waging, it was anything but peaceful.Nathan had begun it, setting fire to the orphanage, and I had retaliated. A move for a move. A game of burn and destroy.But now we were past retaliating.This was no longer a battle.It was a reckoning.A gentle knock at the door snapped me out of my trance. Bellion entered, his face as serene as ever, but his eyes sharp. "It's done."I turned to face him, my fists curled around the edge of my desk. "And?"Bellion gave me a black leather folder. "The case is airtight. Offshore accounts. Illegal arms dealings. Bribes. This—" He tapped the folder. "—is what takes Nathan Carter down."I exhaled slowly, heart rate consistent. "Then we run it."Bellion hesitated, and that was so out of character that I notice
SophiaThe orphanage retained the scent of smoke. It clung to the walls, to the furniture, to the air that I inhaled, like a reminder of what had happened.I stood in the remains of what had been the children's library, my fists clenched at my hips. The bookshelves were burnt half-way, some scattered on the floor, their cracked and blackened spines gleaming. Ash swirled in the sun through the shattered windows, coating the desecrated remains of the world I'd built for them.For them.And Nathan had laid waste to it.I gasped hard through my nose, trying to suppress the anger raging hotter than the fire that had nearly consumed this structure.Behind me, Mrs. Peterson crossed her arms, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "They could have died, Sophia. If we hadn't smelled the smoke in time..." Her voice broke. She took a shuddering breath, fighting to continue. "Whoever did this wanted to make a point. And we both know who that is."I already did.I turned around, my face c
SophiaI barely slept.Chloe's voice lingered in my mind like a dirge. Not the threat, but the words. Not the implication—that it was going to happen. But the finality of it."Tyler's going to steal something from you. This time, it's personal."She'd smiled when she spoke. Not with menace—but at last.And that frightened me.I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tapping a restless rhythm against my knee. The city outside the hotel window was already awake, the skyline burning with streaks of early morning light.Alex remained sleeping on the couch, his shirt unlatched at the collar, his face serene in a way that did not usually happen when he was awake. He had remained sitting with me for the majority of the night, observing, waiting—aware I would never reveal to him what was really bothering me.Because I had no idea how to tell him.For the first time since this war began, I wasn't sure I was prepared for what lay ahead.Nathan's always played a game of power, a game of dominati
SophiaCity lights streaked across the car window, neon smudges against the black ink of night. The hum of the engine filled the silence between us, thick with all we had not said and tension that refused to disperse.Nathan had lost.But why did it seem like we were still caught up in his game?I curled my fingers around the detonator, its smooth edges cold in my hand. Its power should have been satisfying. The way Nathan's smirk had faltered, the way his shoulders had stiffened when he'd realized I'd outmaneuvered him.But his parting words gave me hesitation."You think you've won?"Alex was beside me, his form coiled in repressed anger, his amber eyes fixed ahead. His knuckles were white on his knee, his fingers twitching as though he was struggling not to pull a gun on the air itself.I exhaled slowly. "Say it."His head moved slightly, his jaw tight. "Say what?""That you think I should have let you kill him."Alex's mouth opened, then closed again. He inhaled through his nostri
SophiaThe moment the countdown stopped, the air in the warehouse shifted. Silence stretched, thick and unyielding, as if the universe itself had paused, waiting to see what would happen next.Nathan stood motionless, his smirk still lingering, but something flickered in his eyes—something close to frustration. He hadn’t planned for this. He hadn’t expected me to win.For the first time in this game we'd played, I saw the cracks in his perfect control.Alex still had the gun pressed to Nathan's temple, his breath steady, his grip tight. I could see the math in his eyes—whether killing Nathan here, now, would subtract from or add to our problems.I already knew the answer.It wouldn't be enough.It had taken Nathan years to construct his empire, ringing the city with his power like an impenetrable fist. Assassinating him would only make him a martyr to the citizens who still remained faithful to him.We had to dismantle him piece by piece.Destroy him in a way he could never recover fr
SophiaNathan’s smirk tightens as his finger presses down on the detonator.The blinking red lights surrounding the warehouse pulse in unison, their glow reflecting in his cold, calculating eyes.He’s baiting us.Nathan Carter doesn’t set off explosives without an audience.And we’re the ones playing right into his hands.Alex stiffens beside me, his gun steady in his grip. His muscles are taut, his stance predatory. He’s waiting for the right moment to strike. But I know Nathan better than that.Nathan isn’t reckless.He doesn’t bluff.And right now, the only thing keeping us alive is the fact that he still wants something.Nathan tilts his head slightly, amusement flickering across his face. “You seem awfully calm for someone about to watch everything they love burn.”I don’t rise to the bait.Because that’s exactly what he wants.I take a slow step forward. “If you were going to kill us, you would have done it already.”His fingers flex around the detonator, but his smirk doesn’t f
SophiaThe dock looms ahead, bathed in the glow of scattered floodlights. The scent of salt and gasoline hangs thick in the air, blending with the distant hum of cargo ships cutting through the dark waters. The entire place is crawling with Nathan’s men—armed, efficient, and ready.Nathan knew we were coming.I feel it in my bones, the undeniable certainty that we’ve walked into something more than just a weapons smuggling operation. He isn’t just moving product—he’s making a statement.And if we don’t act fast, it’s going to be in blood.Alex crouches beside me behind the stack of shipping containers, his eyes scanning the dock’s layout. “We count at least fifteen guards patrolling, plus whoever is inside.”Bellion’s voice is calm in our earpieces. “Your window is closing. If you’re making a move, it has to be now.”I exhale slowly, gripping my gun tighter. We’re outnumbered, but we’ve never let that stop us before.“We split up,” I say, my voice low but firm. “Alex, you take the eas
SophiaThe cold night air wraps around me as I step out of the safe house, but the chill running through my veins has nothing to do with the temperature. The city hums in the background, distant and unaware of the battle brewing in its shadows. I grip my coat tightly, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts."Nathan let me go."Chloe’s words play on a loop in my head, each repetition another reminder that something isn’t right. Nathan never lets go of leverage. He never surrenders control. Which means he didn’t need Chloe anymore—because he has something bigger.Alex walks beside me, his posture rigid, his mind undoubtedly racing in the same direction as mine. His sharp eyes scan the street, his body tense as if waiting for an unseen threat to materialize.“We need to move,” Bellion says from the car ahead. His voice is calm, steady. But I know him well enough to recognize the slight edge in his tone. Even he can feel it—something is shifting.Alex and I exchange a glance before sliding into