SophiaThe car ride back to Bellion’s safe house was suffocating. Not because of the space, but because of Chloe. She sat there, shoulders hunched, eyes downcast, the weight of her own betrayal pressing against her like chains. She wasn’t speaking, and for once, I didn’t feel the need to pull words from her.Because I didn’t trust a damn thing she had to say.Alex drove with calculated ease, his hands tight on the steering wheel, his golden-brown eyes flicking toward the rearview mirror every few seconds to check for a tail. We all knew Nathan wouldn’t just let this go. He never did.“We should have killed him,” Alex muttered, breaking the silence.Bellion, who had been silent beside me, tilted his head slightly. “It’s never that simple with men like Nathan.”I exhaled sharply. “It will be. Because I’m going to make sure of it.”Chloe shifted beside me, flinching slightly, as if she had something to say but was too afraid to speak it.Good.She should be afraid.Because if she thought
SophiaThe night was eerily quiet. Too quiet.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, staring at the city below. The distant hum of traffic was muted, the glow of streetlights casting long, sharp shadows across the skyline. But beneath the illusion of normalcy, I could feel it—something was wrong.The uneasy sensation sat heavy in my chest, a quiet warning that refused to be ignored.Then, my phone rang.Bellion.I picked up, already bracing myself.“You need to turn on the news,” he said, his voice sharper than usual.I reached for the remote and flicked on the TV.The moment the screen came to life, my stomach dropped.BREAKING NEWS: FIRE ENGULFS WAREHOUSE IN SOUTH INDUSTRIAL DISTRICTThe footage was chaotic—flames swallowing steel and concrete, thick black smoke curling into the night sky like a living thing. The warehouse wasn’t just on fire. It was gone.My warehouse.A cold numbness spread through my veins.The news anchor’s voice was a distant hum. “…the fire d
SophiaThe flames were out, but the echoes remained.I could still feel the burn on my skin, the acrid curling into my lungs, a foul taste left to hang at the back of my throat. My warehouse was gone—years of investment, of resources, of careful steps reduced to nothing more than ash.Nathan had made his point.But if he thought I would crack, he was a fool.The penthouse conference room was quiet, except for the sound of rhythmic clicking of my nails on the extremely smooth mahogany surface of the table. Bellion was by the bar, his own calm masking the glint of calculating hardness in his eyes. Alex sat across from me, one arm flung lazily over the back of the chair, but I could feel the tension in his shoulders.Nathan had overstepped.And now, I was going to reduce his empire to ashes."I take it we have a message ready," Bellion spoke up, shattering the silence.Alex grinned. "A firm one."I looked at Bellion. "We're cutting off his air."Nathan lived on power, money, and influenc
SophiaVictory was within reach.I could feel it in the coldness of the air, feel it in the manner Alex leaned back in his chair, grinning at me as Bellion poured himself a measured glass of whiskey.Nathan was disintegrating.And now, we had to break him."The fire was a provocation," I replied, my knuckles lightly hitting the table. "Nathan asked me to provoke him to it. He counted on me to lose control and make a mistake."Bellion swirled his drink. "We make him wish he had not taken the first step."Alex smiled. "I assume you already have some scheme in mind."And sure enough, I did.Nathan Carter lived on control. He wielded his authority as a sword, holding everyone at just desperate enough to need him, but never strong enough to defy him.But what becomes of a king when he loses his kingdom?I sat forward, my tone soft but poisonous."We do away with his name."Bellion leaned back, his eyes narrowing. "Go on."I gazed at him. "We won't ruin only his business. We will take away
NathanThe world was slipping through my fingers.My name, my empire, my legacy—everything was collapsing.I had built Carter Enterprises from the ground up, crushing every rival, eliminating every threat. I had spent years making myself untouchable.Yet here I was. Cornered. Bleeding. Losing.The office was in chaos. Phones ringing. Screens flashing with breaking news headlines. Vince was barking orders, my legal team was scrambling, but none of it mattered.The moment I saw the news, I knew.I knew I was out of time.Nathan Carter Exposed: The Business Mogul’s House of Cards Comes Crashing Down.Carter Enterprises Board Calls Emergency Vote—Carter’s Removal Imminent.Fraud, Money Laundering, and Political Corruption—The End of an Era?A slow, sharp rage built inside me.I turned away from the screen, exhaling through clenched teeth.Sophia.She did this.She had gutted me in one swift, calculated strike—no warning, no room for counterattack. She had turned my own empire against me.
NathanThe silence was suffocating.For the first time in my life, I wasn't in control.I was sitting in my office—no, not mine. Not anymore. The same board I used to rule over had turned against me, their loyalty crumbling faster than the empire I built. My name, my reputation, my legacy—it was all falling through my fingers, devoured by the same woman I underestimated.Sophia.The woman I had shaped. The woman I once underestimated as innocent, weak. And now, she was the very force destroying all that I had built.My hand tightened around the tumbler of whiskey I held, the liquid untouched. I had sat like this for hours, staring blankly out at the city view outside my office window. The skyline stretched on forever, and I saw nothing.Vince had tried to talk to me previously, but I had ignored him. Calls from my attorneys, from my business partners, even from Chloe—all ignored.I did not want to hear what they would say.I already knew.Carter Enterprises was under investigation. My
NathanWeakness made me ill.Greater than defeat. Greater than failure.But I had allowed myself to sink to it. Allowed desperation to win out over me, that I would consider doing something so weak—pleading with Sophia to stop.The memory of our last call burned in my head. The tone she had adopted, aloof and cold, as if I were a ghost of my former self.And the worst thing?She had been right.I had let her corner me. I had let her steal everything from me—my presence, my influence, my authority.That was done now.I leaned back in my chair, taking slow breaths. The whiskey on my desk remained untouched, the pungent aroma heavy in the air. I didn't need it. Not anymore.I had spent too much time weeping.It was time for action now.I tapped my fingers on the cool wood, my mind rebooting. Sophia had won this war. But wars were not fought in one battle.She had taken everything from me.But in doing that, she had made a mistake.She believed she had me cornered.She believed I was brok
NathanThe moment I stepped out of that restaurant, I knew.I had her.Sophia had thought she'd been playing me, thought she'd been calling the shots, but she'd made a mistake. And I'd caught her.The recording device in my pocket felt heavier than it was, like a loaded gun I'd just been handed. One bullet, perfectly aimed.Now all I had to do was pull the trigger.I hoisted myself into the backseat of my car, my mind already racing. Vince got in beside me, his sharp eyes scanning my face."You got something," he said. It wasn't a question.I smiled. "Oh, I got more than something."Vince leaned forward. "What is it?I drew the tiny device from my pocket, keeping it suspended between us. "Sophia's turn. She slipped up, just enough for me to figure it out." Vince's eyebrows knit together. "You sure it's not a trap?"I chuckled, shaking my head. "That's the best part. She thought she was playing me. Thought she was controlling the conversation. But I know her better than she knows." I
AlexAs the sun dipped below the ridge, the entire forest was holding its breath. The news was out. The world had seen it.We waited now.We didn't say much that evening. I watched Sophia sitting against the rig's weathered hull, legs outstretched, one hand resting low on her belly as if a secret. She wasn't conscious that she did this. As if her body already knew there was something, someone... growing inside her.God.I hadn't made up my mind what to do with that information.Every time I looked at her, I saw the woman who might bring down empires. And now, I also saw what weight she carried. Not of blood or of lineage. But of the life we might have lived.And I wasn't ready for it.Not because I didn't want it.Because I wasn't sure that I deserved it.Sophia looked up, noticing me staring at her. "You okay?" she asked, her voice cheerful, but there was tension brewing just below the surface, like a note sustained too long.I nodded. "Just thinking."She cocked an eyebrow. "Dangero
SophiaThe cabin felt smaller than it previously had.It wasn't just the walls closing in. It was the weight of his words—"We expose him tomorrow"—and the sound of Nathan on the radio, painting me as a saboteur. Every shadow was more pronounced, every breath harder.I woke up before dawn again, the cold wooden floorboards beneath my feet. Lina was still asleep on the worn rug, curled up in a ball as if she could wish herself away. I walked outside silently. The forest was wet—dew droplets on every leaf, the world trembling with possibility.I clamped my hand across my stomach as a second wave of nausea washed over me. The pregnancy was still a secret that Alex and I shared, and I hated how it seemed to grow with every passing day. Fatigue engulfed me like a blanket that I couldn't shake; my body no longer belonged just to Sophia.I didn't say that fear to Alex yet. I wrapped my arms around myself as wind blew across my shoulders and stared at the mist.A stick snapped behind me. I tur
SophiaThe note was short.A lone digit. Four figures.But it might have been thunder.I scowled at the crackling radio, my heart racing so violently it was a countdown. The air inside the cabin stirred. As if the woods outside sensed that something had changed."They heard us," I whispered again, this time almost to myself.Alex nodded once, his hand still light on my wrist. "Someone on the board. Someone still alive."I didn't answer. My eyes were on Lina, who hadn't stirred, still huddled on the floor in the blanket like a shadow pretending to be a child. My heart skipped a beat.There was a war coming. And now that someone on the inside had responded, it wasn’t just going to be fought with guns and secrets.It would be fought with truth.And truth always demands sacrifice.Alex turned back to the transmitter, fingers working with tense precision. “I’m gonna send a cipher. If they’re listening, they’ll know it’s me.”“You’re sure it’s safe?”“I’m sure it’s necessary.”I observed hi
SophiaThe ridge fell away from us as we traveled further into the forest.It was as if I was leaving behind a piece of myself that I had not yet become. A piece that maybe would never have the chance to be if we didn't move quicker, smarter. If we didn't succeed.Alex led us down a ravine lined with moss and fog. Lina sat silently on the rig, her small hands grasping the frame as if she understood the world could break at any second. Maybe she did. Maybe she always had.I had no idea what we were going towards.But I knew what we were leaving behind.Ashes.And maybe that was enough for now.Following another mile, we encountered a narrow path branching off to the left, almost covered by bushes. Alex pulled up, looking at it."I recognize this path," he said. "Bellion told me about an old safehouse out here. Abandoned, off-grid, analog through and through. If it exists in one piece.""It's ours," I finished.He nodded. "We go subterranean. Reconstitute. And call out."I glanced over
AlexShe slept in my arms.That never used to happen.Not when she'd wake with fists bunched and lungs half to shout. Not when every creak of metal was danger and every nightmare ended in blood.Now, though?Now Sophia burrowed into me like I was something secure.I wasn't.Not exactly.But I'd die trying to be.The fire from earlier had burned low, soft coals glowing under a ring of stones we’d found in the clearing. Lina was still curled beside the rig, breathing even. For now, the world was quiet.Too quiet.I kept my eyes on the treeline, but my thoughts stayed tangled in her.She spasmed in her sleep, forehead creasing. I stroked her hair. Wet with perspiration, matted from the run. But still soft. Still hers.God, how she'd kissed me before.It hadn't been a kiss.It had been surrender.Not to me.To hope.I had no idea how much I'd needed it.Something rustled at the edge of the clearing. My hand went to my blade, slow, silent. But it was only a fox, limping, half-starved. It s
SophiaWe ran.Not like we used to, with fear chewing at our ankles and the past choking our airways... but with purpose.The tunnel went down, curved and ancient, rusted metal arches vaulting overhead like the skeleton of some long-dead giant. The air was colder here. Damp with memory. Each step echoed too loudly, as if we were already dead.But I wasn't dying here.Not again.Alex brushed against my shoulder as we swung around a tight curve, squeezing under a low-slung pipe. The emergency rig puffed behind us, rolling on automatic tracks with pods secured inside. Bellion had calibrated it to my bio-readings, it would follow me anywhere.Good.Because I wasn't going to stop.Not until they were safe.Alex reached forward and slapped the override on the next gate passage, and it buzzed in rage before sliding open. His jaw was clamped shut again. That look he has when something inside of him is breaking and he doesn't want anyone to see it.Too late.I saw it.Each crack. Each falter.
AlexShe didn't let me go. Not right away.And I didn't ask her to.Her heartbeat thudded against my chest, steady now—like the system inside her had come to terms with the world outside of her. Or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, Sophia's body leaned into mine not as if she were falling apart, but as if she had finally stood.I'd had broken people before. I'd pulled people back from dying in blood and flames. But this? This wasn't the same.This was a girl who'd died in pieces, a thousand shattered fragments of her, to have one breath for herself, alone.And in that breath—I fell harder.She looked at me, lashes heavy, that spark of after-sync light still flickering behind her eyes."How long was I asleep?" she asked.Long enough that Bellion became agitated and threatened to boil the entire system," I told her, sweeping a lock of hair out of her face.She snorted something that might have been a laugh. "He still around?""Yeah. Glowering in the corner like a paranoid g
SophiaI awoke with static in my mouth.Not pain. Not breath. Not even blood.Just. silence.Another type.Not the type that exists after screaming or before rain. The type that is like stepping outside of your body and the universe hasn't blinked. A void where sound is supposed to be. Where memory is supposed to be.And then...His voice.Frantic. Distant. Cutting through numbness like a wire scraping sparks."Sophia."The world came back in pieces.My name.The shake in it.His fingers on my face."Sophia, look at me... hey, stay with me."My eyes bladed open.Not light.Not dark.A blur of both.Shapes, motion, warmth. His face came into focus first. Not the angles. Not the sharpness. Just the eyes.God, those eyes.Blue spat with desperation, edged in terror he no longer bothered concealing. He resembled a man who'd screamed for decades. Who hadn't drawn breath since I fell. I attempted to speak and only produced a rasp.Alex caught it nevertheless."You're okay," he said—to hims
SophiaThey say the body remembers what the mind is too afraid to speak.Mine remembered everything.The moment we stepped into the east tunnel, my breath caught up. Not from running, not from terror—but from something deeper. Like my cells hummed with a vibration I had not learned. The kind of rhythm that only occurs when something ancient is stirring within you.Alex stayed close. Too close. Close enough that the heat of his chest brushed against my back with every stumble on the uneven ground. His hand never quite touched me, yet the space between us hummed with a tension so alive it had my heart racing.Ahead, Bellion led the way, the old lantern he carried casting long, leaping shadows on the stone walls.Behind me, Ember moved soundlessly. Her bare feet were silent, but I could feel her in my blood—like an echo I hadn't asked for but couldn't silence. She was getting stronger. So was I. Too fast. Too connected. The air in the tunnel thickened, acrid with the metallic tang o