I jogged down the stairs, skipping steps as I went. The cool, smooth surface of the railing slid beneath my hand. I had a important business meeting with a Japanese businessman, and everyone knows they value punctuality. On top of that, I needed to meet Mr. Watson and Uncle Niall to discuss getting my hands on their shares. So many important things lined up for this day. How could I have overslept?I rushed down straight to the sitting room; my eyes fell on Mother casually flipping through a glossy fashion magazine.“Alex, we need to talk,” she said, her voice cutting through the silence, her gaze fixed on me. Creases formed themselves across my forehead as it furrowed. “Can’t we do that when I get back? I'm running late, please." I said, punctuated by my breaths, fixing my tie with one hand, already halfway to the door.“It would barely take a few minutes," dropping the magazine and closing it with a faint thud that echoed through the room, a firm gaze painted in her eyes.“Let's g
Sophie..My eyes fluttered open. The fluorescent light burned into my iris. The antiseptic scent lingered in on the air that coated the white walls of the room. It was like a deja vu, like I had been here before—all strange but familiar. Wait!“I have an art festival to attend.” I jolted up, raising my weak body. A wince escaped, and the IV tugged at my arm, drawing my skin. A sharp headache shot through my head, and a crease formed on my eyelids as I shut my eyes. Slowly, a pain crept from my stomach to my legs; it was dull but not unnoticeable. “Sophie,” A soft, deep voice called out.I whipped my head, and my eyes fell on a…I must say, handsome stranger. His honey-colored pupils were a few shades lighter than his hair. He looked strange but familiar. The man dashed towards me. Sitting on the bed, he pulled me in a tight hug. My body stiffened as his hands wrapped around me. I had no idea how to react to the sudden closeness. It felt like we were very close, yet I didn’t know
Sophie...Luca pulled me carefully towards the bed and helped me to sit. The plushness of the mattress instantly seared into my skin, comfort seeping through my veins. He lowered, his knees touching the floor. Luca placed his hands on my thighs, his warmth seeping through me, sending warm sparks through me.I cocked my head, curiosity gnawing at me.“But why are you moving? Is it because of work?” Since I didn't remember much, I could only assume. He bit his lower lip and glanced away, fixing his gaze on the polished floor. “Uhm…” He exhaled and took a deep breath, shutting his eyes. When they reopened, my breath caught with the amount of concern laced in his orbs. “Look, we need to go somewhere safe for you. Whoever attacked you is still out there, and I am not okay knowing that you might get attacked again.”He paused, lingering his gaze on my stomach before gently placing his palm on it. “I think it's best for you and your... our baby.” I squinted my eyes slightly at him, but shr
Sitting in Benjamin’s office, my foot bounced on the floor, and my fingers tightened around my phone. Heat crept up my neck; my chest hardened. Without a second thought, I hurl my phone across the room. It crashed into the rounded curvature, dark vase on Benjamin's desk, shattering it. Its shards skittered across the floor, and the high-pitched clatter devoured the peace in the office.The door swung open, and Benjamin walked in, his eyes wide and twitching at the mess.Benjamin glanced between the broken vase and my face. “What did my vase ever do to you?” His tone was low as he crouched to pick up the broken pieces.“I’ll get you another one.” my tone stiff, my gaze fixed on the broken shards. If Sophie didn't reply, my heart was about to be like that.Benjamin tilted his head back, holding a shard in his hand. “It’s one of a kind, dude,” his tone soft and teasing.“I’ll meet the artisan and get him to make the exact one,” I grunted, my voice high, unable to hide my disinterest in w
Sophie . . Finally, we moved into our new home. For over a week, Luca and I had been looking for a nice house in San Francisco. We had seen many, but Luca was quite picky. He wanted one that had the same pattern as the house in New York. According to him, it might help with my memories; he even got similar furniture. “Do you need help with anything?” Luca’s voice filtered into my ears. I turned, and my eyes fell on him, leaning on the doorframe. His biceps bulged out of his black long sleeve like they were trying to abscond from his arm. My eyes traced his body frame, the way the shirt hugged him desperately, and the trousers that hung on his waist, underscoring its narrowness. A warmth—without warning—snatched me, and my face responded—a pink flush creeping up my cheeks. I snapped my head away; my eyes fell on my two luggages on the floor close to the bed and the two large paintings that lay on my bed. “No, I think I can handle it.” I smiled and faced him, hoping the emb
Alex . . The night air at home was supposed to be thin and fresh. Mia was out for good; Uncle Niall had returned. Yet here it was thick and burdened. How could it be?With the depressing aura oozing out of me. The house should be silent; no dinner chatters from Uncle Niall and my mother. But my thoughts—ones that dug pits in my stomach—were loud. Alma or Tony, Who could it be? Tony had been working for me for two years, and Alma had been working for me for four years, so why now? I wished every thought drew me closer to answers as my steps drew me closer to my room. Opening the door of my room, I turned on the light. The darkness fled, but the depressing aura still clung onto me like a parasite fixed to its host. I dropped on the sofa, my hands hanging aimlessly by the side. “Sir, I have brought your drink.” Alma’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Bring it in,” I responded, loosening my tie and tossing it. The red tie lay casually on the sofa. It
Alex . . I stepped into my company, escaping from the harsh morning sun that was as intense as the afternoon. The air was filled with thuds and clinks of shoes. Intertwining with the mutters of workers. Striding to my office, I nodded my head as I acknowledged the greetings coming from all directions. With a swoosh, I opened my office door and stepped into the office. I shrugged off my suit and hung behind my swivel chair. I took out the bug Mr. Watson had hidden. I tossed it to the floor and smashed it with my feet. Finally, I could have freedom in my office. I reached out for my new phone from the back pocket and called Benjamin. “Did you find anything?” I knew the time between last night and now was too short to find any useful information, but I couldn’t resist asking. “I’m behind you,” Benjamin responded. I turned back, fixing my eyes on the door. My brows knitted together, and a crease formed where they met. “Stop joking with me. I can’t see you.” “I a
Alex . . The office was on the last floor of the Dawson’s corporation. There were other tall buildings around, but the new Dawson cooperation building towered above them all. Arms behind my back, I stood before the wall-to-floor windows that allowed you to view the city below, like a god looking down at its worshippers. My eyes swept across, and I wondered where the hell Sophie could be. It’s been four years—four years of searching every nook and cranny of this city—yet nothing. There was no record of her leaving the state, let alone leaving the country. It was as though she had vanished into thin air. A faint click rubbed against the silence as the door opened, followed by a harsher sound—a heavy clinking of heels against the brown marble-tiled floor. She was always charging in like she was carrying the world on her shoulders. A soft smile snuck onto my lips as I turned around. “Did you come to praise your son?” I strutted to the seat—the throne and settled in it