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
ChloeI watch as Nathan disappears into his home office, the door clicking shut behind him. He’s in one of his moods again, sulking because Sophia got the upper hand. It’s pathetic, really. He should have seen this coming. I did.I cross my arms and let out a slow breath, my mind racing. The tension in the air is thick, but I thrive in it. Chaos is where I feel most in control.I grab my phone from the coffee table and scroll through my contacts until I land on Mom. For a second, I hesitate—just long enough to compose myself, to slip into the role I know so well. The worried sister. The hurt daughter. The victim.The phone barely rings twice before she picks up.“Chloe?” Mom’s voice is warm, but there’s a hint of concern. “Is everything alright?”I exhale sharply, making sure the frustration in my voice is just the right amount. “No, Mom. Everything is not alright.”“What’s wrong?” Her tone shifts immediately, laced with worry. Just as expected.I sink onto the couch, pulling my legs
SophiaI step out of Kopee and say goodbye to Alex before we go our separate ways. We had agreed that I would enroll in business school, and I planned to do it as soon as possible. It’s a necessary step if I want to take control of my future.I get into my car and check the time on my dashboard—2:30 PM. The moving company is scheduled to arrive at my house by three and I want to be there before they show up. I sigh, realizing I haven’t eaten anything all day. I place a quick order for pizza to be delivered to my address, hoping to get home before both the delivery guy and the movers.I don’t even get halfway home before my phone rings. I glance at the caller ID. Mom.For a second, I consider ignoring it but guilt presses at me. I already know what this is about—either Chloe or Nathan, maybe both. However, despite everything, she’s still my mother. I pick up.“Hi, Mom.”She doesn’t bother with pleasantries. “Now, why did I get to your apartment and see it cleared out of all your belong
AlexI tell Sophia goodbye and turn in the opposite direction, stuffing my hands into my pockets as I start walking. My mansion is just a few blocks away, and I’d rather take my time getting there. Today has been a great day, and I want to savor it.The breeze rolls through the streets, carrying the faint hum of traffic and the distant chatter of people spilling out of cafés and restaurants. The city is alive, moving forward as if the chaos of the morning never happened. But for me? Today was the beginning of a long game.Sophia—who would’ve thought she had it in her? The way she walked into that meeting, cool and composed, knowing exactly what she was doing. Watching Nathan’s face as he realized he had lost control? Priceless. I should’ve recorded that moment. Hell, maybe Bellion did. He had been laughing just as hard as I was.Nathan Carter, the man who always had everything under control, completely blindsided. Beautiful.And Sophia? She was a force. If there had ever been a doubt
SophiaBy the time I pull up to my apartment, my mood is downright foul. The conversation with my mother still rings in my ears, grating on my nerves. I shouldn’t have picked up the call, but some part of me—maybe out of habit, maybe out of guilt—hadn’t let it go to voicemail.I take a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel for a moment before exhaling and stepping out. I sigh, massaging my temple before stepping out of the car. At least the moving company isn’t here yet—I have a few moments to myself.But the pizza guy is. It's refreshing to see something’s going right.I wave him over, and he jogs up with the box in hand, his bright red cap tilted slightly as he reads my name on the receipt. “Large pepperoni?”“That’s me.” I take the box.“That’ll be $5,” he says, holding out the card machine.I swipe my card and, after a moment of thought, slip him a tip in cash. His face lights up. “Thanks a lot! Have a great day.”I give him a tight-lipped smile and take the box, already antici
SophiaIt reads almost like poetry... betrayal, tastedof iron.I ought to have known. I ought to have noticed it in how Vesper's eyes never seemed to blink, in how her voice never faltered, not even when talking of Elara.... my mother, her protégé. But belief has a way of obscuring instinct. And hope? Hope is the best poison.Now it was too late.The stairwell exploded behind me in a blast of glass and power. I hit the stone hard, elbows scraping, breath ripped from my lungs. Dust choked the air. Rubble cascaded down the archway above me like a throat closing tight.And Vesper Thorn?She didn't flinch.She stood exactly where she'd been, hands clasped, the vial I hadn't noticed before glinting like a promise between her fingers. It was the color of bone marrow. Not transparent. Not blood. Something in between. Something ancient."You brought them here," I said, coughing. "You invited them."She didn't deny it."I told you," she whispered, "this was never about saving you. This was abo
SophiaPrague felt a city suspended between times. The past whispered from the cobblestones, and the future spun in the glass windows that refracted the light just so... like secrets that invited to be seen. I stood at the edge of the Old Town Square, my coat buttoned about me, one hand shoved into my pocket, grasping the pendant I no longer saw as decoration.It was humming again. Quietly. in time. As if it had been familiar with the location prior to me.Vesper Thorn was somewhere in this city. And for the first time since this war began, I wasn't going after revenge.I was going after home.The appointment had been arranged by a messenger... no voice, no name, only a black envelope placed under my hotel door with an address scrawled in the thinnish, rushed ink.Karlův Tower. North stairwell. Night after dark. Come alone.I didn't struggle.Alex had insisted on staying with me. He stood back, no doubt measuring my position second by second, but he wasn't keeping pace. He knew better
SophiaI didn't flinch. Not when the message burned across my screen, Not when Alex gazed at me as if I were the question and the answer, Not when the walls in this house... my house started to feel like paper on fire. "You still don't know what you are." The words weren't a threat. They were a taunt. A dare. And something else. Something worse. A truth."What does it mean?" Alex whispered, even though his voice was already coming undone. I looked down at the necklace, the one I'd worn since childhood, a gold spiral of metal and negative space. The missing stone wasn't a mistake. It was never decoration. It was a key. A message. Something left to me by a woman I was never able to meet. Elara.Elara Vance.My mother.His mother's sister.And the entire world crumbled under my feet."Tell me this doesn't make us... " he began."It doesn't," I cut in, sharp and fast. "Our parents weren't together. Yours loved your father. Mine died trying to expose the ones who destroyed her
SophiaThe lights didn’t just flicker, they died.The sudden blackness swallowed everything, leaving only the sound of my own breath, jagged and alert. My heart jackhammered against my ribs, instinct bracing me before my mind could catch up.Alex moved instantly. Silent, precise. A shadow brushing past me as he reached for the gun tucked in the hollow behind the liquor shelf. I didn’t flinch. I knew better now.I wasn’t the girl who used to ask permission to fight back."Down," he whispered.I crouched, flattening myself beside the heavy armchair, eyes adjusted to the outlines. The comms had gone silent. Whoever triggered it didn’t want us warned. But it was already too late for them.Because Chloe wasn’t just walking into a house.She was walking into her reckoning.Boots echoed in the hallway.I counted two sets. Maybe three. Too light for Nathan. Too tactical for Bellion. Not Chloe either... she never got her hands dirty. No, she paid others to do that for her.The first shot wasn’
SophiaAlex's study tasted like decisions. Heavy. Bitter. Smelling of the burden we both knew was going to befall us.He hadn't uttered a sound since I'd given him the pages, Chloe's writing, her hubris bare on every page, in every carefully disguised betrayal and deal. He read slowly, methodical, as if dissecting her lies with a scalpel.I stood at the window, arms folded, watching twilight fall into the cracks of the city. It seemed smaller from up there. Controlled.Contained."You're quiet," I said eventually, my tone a low buzz, too soothing for the turmoil in my heart.Alex didn't look up. "Because if I do, I may tell you how much I want to destroy everything."I turned to him. "Then say it.".His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I lost the ability to breathe."I want to take her reputation, her company, her legacy. I want to make Chloe disappear like she made you disappear. But more slowly. So she can see it coming."My lips curled, not into a smile... no, that feeling ha
AlexThe world did not explode in fireworks. It fell apart in the silent cracks.I was at dawn on the east edge of the roof of the manor, the sky bleeding into shades of bruise and fire. Another day, another thread breaking. Nathan's kingdom had started to rot from the inside out, and he hadn't even been aware that the worms were his own people.Bellion stood at my shoulder, silent as always, a specter in suit jackets and restraint."She moved the next pawn," he said, glancing down into the street below where the black SUV parked, one of ours."She was always the better chess player," I grumbled, drumming on the railing with my fingers, timing out the seconds until Nathan snapped.Twelve.That's how long it took.Bellion's com crackled, and then the voice, husky, claustrophobic."Holding an emergency board meeting," he told him. "He's playing it straight down the line. Asset freeze. Public denial. Legal counter-attack.""It's a scandal, is it?"Bellion's mouth flexed. "It's a reckonin
SophiaThe smell of her cologne still in the air.Vanilla, amber, something synthetic trying to mimic heat. Chloe only put it on whenever she needed to pretend to have a soul.I waited in ambush in the tribune room's peeling pillars and broken crystal chandeliers, a poetic observation of what both of us had become. Queens without kingdoms. Sisters without blood. Enemies by design.The air lay heavy. There was ancient judgment within these walls. Sentences echoed through seams in the ceiling.I had wished she'd hear it also.She appeared with her heels clicking as though she owned moments. No guard. No hesitation. Just this smirk carved upon her lips like she'd already emerged victorious.I didn't move.I stood until she was three strides past the threshold before I shattered the silence."You actually believed I'd stay in the ground, didn't you?"She ceased her movement.I advanced one slow, measured step, letting the light strike my face first. Her eyes expanded, shock curving into c
AlexI wasn't supposed to hear her voice yet. Not until I'd processed it. Until I'd decompressed it into a form the human brain could comprehend.But there it was. Raw. Distorted. Defiant."I didn't die," she asserted.I stared at the encoded waveform across the black terminal screen, her voice wavering through the circuit like a ghost crawling through noise.She was alive. She'd woken up—and I wasn't ready for what that entailed."She drugged me again," she gasped, breath thin but clipped. "She wanted me under."My jaw snapped shut. Chloe.Of course.I'd suspected she wasn't loyal, but this? She was racing so fast on the betrayal before the dirt had even settled on Sophia's empty grave."She hired Deimos," Sophia continued. "They're attacking the compound before Athena can get wind. They think I'm out of the game.""They're making a play," I snarled. "Premature. Amateurish.""Let them."She had sounded like war in silk. Broken but smoldering. And like that, the plan was changing. Aga
SophiaDeath wasn't as quiet as I thought it would be.It was loud. Deafening, even in the silence, in the thud of every heartbeat that still resonated despite the sedative crawling like smoke through my veins. My body was limp, a hollow shell, but my mind was fully awake. Burning. Watching. Listening.This was what it was to be a ghost with a heartbeat.Outside the mock ICU room, the world buzzed. Choreographed chaos. Nurses shouting codes that weren't real. A crash cart was brought in for dramatic effect. Bellion had orchestrated every note like a maestro of war. The ECG beeped in steady rhythm, a lifeline strained to a lie. To my lie.I was dead.Or I was supposed to be.The room they'd placed me in smelled of rust and bleach. Softly humming white lights above cast a cold glow that flickered occasionally like they knew this room wasn't meant to accommodate the living. I could hear the beep of the heart monitor beside me, forced into showing a steady, albeit slowing, rhythm. It had