Sophie stirred, the warmth of the bed unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. A weight pressed against her, something firm and solid. Her breath hitched as her senses slowly returned, and reality settled in.She blinked, her vision adjusting to the dim lighting of the hotel room. Her body ached, the events of the past days crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She turned her head slightly—and froze.Drake.He was lying beside her, his arm draped over her waist as if shielding her even in sleep. His breathing was slow, steady, and far too close. She barely had time to process before she realized just how entangled they were.Her leg was hooked around his. Their bodies pressed together, his warmth seeping into her skin through the thin fabric of the clothes she didn’t even remember changing into. Her heart pounded against her ribs.Carefully, she shifted, trying to ease herself out of his hold without waking him. But as soon as she moved, his grip tightened slightly, fingers twitching agains
Sophie didn’t say a word for the rest of the ride. Her fingers curled around the fabric of her dress, gripping it tightly as she stared straight ahead. His words kept ringing in her head. No, Sophie. She’s not. Her mind was running through every possible explanation, but none of them made sense. If Althea wasn’t Drake’s sister, then—She swallowed. The little girl had his eyes. His smile. His everything. She turned her head slightly, sneaking a glance at him. Drake’s expression was unreadable as he drove, his jaw tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing grounding him. Why didn’t he tell her? Sophie knew she wasn’t entitled to anything. But still, it stung. She turned back toward the window, her mind spinning with questions. By the time they pulled up at the hotel, her thoughts were still a mess. Drake killed the engine, leaning back slightly. He finally turned to her, his voice softer than usual. “Sophie—” “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked,
The morning air was crisp, sunlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the room. Sophie blinked, adjusting to the light before turning her gaze to the couch. Drake was exactly where she left him last night, his laptop was open and his fingers were moving with sharp precision. His jaw was set, his focus looked unshaken.She shifted under the covers, stretching before her voice broke the silence between them.“You ever sleep?”Drake didn’t look up, but the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “You ever stop asking questions?”Sophie rolled her eyes, kicking the blankets off as she sat up. “I take it that means no.”But she got no response. She narrowed her eyes at him, watching the way his brows furrowed as he typed. The glow of the screen highlighted his sharp features, making him look more intense than usual. More handsome and more attractive than usual. Wait..did she find drake attractive? She brushed out the thought of it quickly.“Drake,” s
“What do you mean Nexus belongs to you? How? Isn’t it a technology conglomerate?” Sophie shot him a sharp glance, her voice laced with disbelief.“It is, Sophie. Yes, it is.”“Then why? Why hide it?” Her voice cracked as she spoke, frustration seeping through.Drake hesitated. “Because…” he started, his tone softer now, almost vulnerable. But something flickered in his eyes, and his expression hardened.“Because it’s none of your damn business, and you had no fucking right to know. Who the hell do you think you are?” His gaze darkened as he narrowed his eyes at her.Sophie parted her lips to respond, but no words came. They refused to be spoken.He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Who gave you the audacity to question me like that? Yes, I married you, but that’s where it ends. You don’t have any right over me or my business.”“But I do have a say over my life!” she shot back, her anger bubbling over. “I was almost killed because of you! Don’t you think I deserve to know
Over the past few days, Drake had been… tolerable. That was the only word Sophie could think of to describe him. He wasn’t cold, but he wasn’t warm either. He didn’t lash out, didn’t throw cruel words like daggers, but he also didn’t shower her with kindness. He simply existed in a space where he wasn’t insufferable.And to Sophie, that was progress.They had settled into a quiet routine. Breakfasts were no longer filled with thick, suffocating silence, and Drake had even started updating her about Edward’s case without her having to pry. Small things, really. But enough to keep her from walking out the door.This morning was no different. She sat across from him at the long dining table, absently cutting into her pancakes while Drake sipped his coffee, his expression unreadable as always.Then—“Sophie.”She glanced up, chewing slowly. “Hmm?”Drake cleared his throat, shifting slightly in his seat. “Um…” He stopped.She arched a brow. “Did you just ‘um’?”His jaw ticked, clearly regr
The ride home was silent. It was thick with unspoken words, tension weaving through the air like a vice grip. Sophie could still feel his lips on hers, the ghost of his touch branding her skin. Every breath she took was laced with the memory of that kiss—possessive, demanding, ruinous.She hated it.And unfortunately for her, she loved it.The moment the car stopped in front of the mansion, she bolted out, heading straight to her room. She didn’t stop until the heavy door shut behind her, sealing her in with nothing but her own wild thoughts.Her heart was racing and her skin burned. Her thighs clenched involuntarily.Drake Hazelwood had kissed her. Owned her mouth like it was his birthright. And now she couldn’t think about anything else.Sophie pressed a trembling hand to her lips, the taste of him still lingering. She swallowed hard, but it did nothing to calm the inferno roaring through her veins.She wanted more. More of his taste, more of his touch, more of the way his tongue mo
The flight was silent.Drake sat beside her, scrolling through his phone, completely unbothered, like he hadn’t kissed her into oblivion last night and then walked away like it was nothing.Sophie, on the other hand, was losing her mind.She had spent the entire night tossing and turning, replaying that kiss over and over. The way he tasted. The way his hands had gripped her like he never wanted to let go. And the worst part?She had wanted more, desperately.And now, here they were—heading to a romantic getaway as if they were some blissfully happy couple.It was infuriating.The moment they landed, they were whisked away to a private resort—a luxurious villa nestled on the cliffs, overlooking the deep blue sea.The place was stunning, breathtaking even. But Sophie couldn’t appreciate it, not when she was stuck here with the man who made her feel things she wasn’t supposed to feel.As soon as they entered the villa, she dropped her bag. “I want my own room.”Drake barely glanced at h
Sophie swallowed hard, her heart slamming against her ribs.Drake didn’t move, his thumb still resting at the corner of her mouth, his eyes locked onto hers with a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.Her skin burned where he touched her.She should pull away. Say something sharp, something cutting. But her body refused to cooperate, her breath coming in shallow, uneven pulls.Then, as if realizing he was lingering too long, Drake smirked. That damn, infuriating smirk.“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning back in his chair, as if he hadn’t just completely unraveled her with a single touch. “Wouldn’t want to give me the wrong idea.”Sophie inhaled sharply, her fingers tightening around her fork. “The only idea you should have is how fast I’d throw you off this balcony if I could.”Drake chuckled, taking a slow sip of his coffee. “Feisty this morning, aren’t we?”She shoved another bite of croissant into her mouth just to keep herself from responding.This man would
Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked back home, hating herself for deciding not to get a car. The cold air bit at her exposed skin. God, she hated this. The city lights blurred from a distance, neon colors smudging against the night sky, making it all the more beautiful. She was beyond exhausted. Tonight had drained her completely, and all she wanted was to crawl into her bed and pretend the world outside didn’t exist.But the sound of her phone ringing yanked her out of her thoughts.She frowned, pulling it from her bag. It was an unknown number. That was strange .Her thumb hovered over the screen for a while before she finally answered. “Hello?”Silence.Then came a low chuckle. The voice was smooth and cool, like the hypocrite he was.“The great Sophie Hazelwood. It’s quite a pleasure, I must say.”Her spine stiffened. The familiarity of it made her skin crawl. She had heard this voice before. But where?“I’m sorry, who is this?” she asked, her voice calm and cont
Sophie adjusted her blazer, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles as she stood in front of the towering glass building. She had spent days applying for jobs, sending out her portfolio, and attending interviews. And finally, finally—she had landed one. A design assistant position at one of the most prestigious fashion companies in the city. The AH Group. She hadn’t even thought about the name when she first got the call. The company was massive, with branches across various industries, and she had assumed the fashion division was just another business under their umbrella. It wasn’t until she stepped out of the taxi and saw the large silver letters on the building’s entrance that her stomach dropped. Hazelwood Enterprises. She clenched her jaw, gripping her portfolio so tightly her fingers ached. This had to be a coincidence. He wasn’t involved in every single detail of his empire, was he? She took a deep breath. She needed this job. She wanted this job. And it wasn’t like s
Sophie wasn’t going to cry again. She had already wasted enough tears on a man who refused to choose her. But no matter how many times she told herself she didn’t care, the sight of Freddie draped over Drake burned in her mind. She wasn’t stupid. Freddie was playing a game, a cruel and disgusting game and Drake was letting her. Why? Did he enjoy watching her suffer? Did he want her to beg for his attention? What was his intentions exactly? She scoffed at the thought. Not happening. If he wanted to play, she’d show him she wasn’t one to lose. The atmosphere at dinner was unbearably tense. Vivienne, ever the perfect hostess, had arranged a lavish meal, ensuring that Freddie had a seat right beside Drake. Of course she had. Sophie knew Vivienne wanted her gone. Knew she had been against this marriage from the start. But this? This was war. And Sophie wasn’t backing down. She sat at the other end of the table, pretending to be unbothered as Freddie giggled beside Drake,
Sophie barely slept. She had spent the night curled up in bed, her pillow damp with tears she hadn’t wanted to shed. She hated that she felt this way, that she cared this much. She should have expected it. Should have known that whatever this was between her and Drake had an expiration date. But the pain still came, sharp and suffocating, as if someone had reached inside her chest and squeezed. When she had told him she wanted a divorce, she had expected something, anger, relief, maybe even indifference. But not this. “No.” That was all he had said. A single word, spoken with the kind of finality that made her stomach drop. Sophie had stared at him, waiting for him to say something else, waiting for an explanation. But he had just looked at her, before walking away as if the conversation had never happened. And that had shattered something inside her. She wasn’t going to beg him, she was calling outs on this marriage. She stepped out of her room, pulling her robe tightly ar
Sophie sat in bed long after Drake left, her arms wrapped around her knees. The room still smelled like him, like expensive cologne and something darker, something intoxicatingly disgusting. Her body was still thrumming with the remnants of his touch, her skin still burning from the way he had held her, the way he had wanted her. And yet, here she was abandoned like a pile of dirty laundry. She clenched her jaw, swallowing the bitter lump she felt in her throat. Why did she let herself believe, even for a second, that things would be different? That he would be different? Sophie shook her head and stood up, reaching for her robe.She needed to pull herself together.She was done chasing a man who would never put her first. She was so over him. Not that she loved it. Drake stepped out of the car, his expression as cold as the artic as he entered the private terminal of Nexus. He had barely spoken a word since Vivienne’s call, but his mind was still spinning. Freddie was h
Sophie’s back met the cool marble counter, but the sensation barely registered.Not when Drake was everywhere, his lips rough and demanding, stealing her breath, her thoughts, her hesitation.His hands gripped her waist, pulling her against him, his body pressing into hers with a desperation that made her pulse stutter.She wasn’t thinking anymore. She didn’t want to in any way .Not when the heat of his breath ghosted over her skin, not when his fingers traced fire along the curve of her hip, not when the low, ragged sound he made at her touch sent shivers down her spine and made her oh so wet .Drake’s mouth left hers, trailing along her jaw, lower and lower with his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her throat.Sophie gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he lifted her effortlessly onto the counter.Her legs wrapped around his waist, her instinct taking over.The hard press of his body against hers, the slow, deliberate roll of his hips, it unraveled her, it made her s
The flight back home was quieter than the one to Santorini, but it wasn’t the same kind of silence. This time, it wasn’t filled with tension or unspoken irritation. It was heavier. Something had shifted between them on that beach, and Sophie hated it. She hated how much she had enjoyed that last night. She hated how thoughtful Drake had been. And most of all, she hated how a part of her wished the honeymoon wasn’t over. She leaned back in her seat, arms crossed, eyes glued to the window. Drake was beside her, scrolling through his phone as if nothing had changed. Maybe it hasn’t, she thought bitterly. Maybe it was all in your head. But if that were true, why was her heart still racing whenever she thought about the way he had looked at her? Why was it so hard to pretend she wasn’t affected? Sophie let out a slow breath, closing her eyes. She needed to get herself together. Because now, they were going back to reality. And reality meant remembering exactly who they were t
The honeymoon was almost over.Tomorrow, they’d be on a flight back home, back to reality. Back to whatever the hell this marriage was supposed to be.But tonight?Drake had one last surprise.Sophie watched him warily as he led her down a secluded stone path, the air warm and filled with the scent of salt and blooming jasmine.“Where are we going?” she asked, trying to keep up.Drake glanced over his shoulder, smirking. “You’ll see.”She sighed. “You’re insufferable.”“And yet, here you are, following me.”She scowled, but her heart was racing. Not just from the walk, but from the way he was looking at her. The way he had been looking at her all day, like he was seeing her differently.Like he didn’t want this to end either.Finally, they reached a small, hidden cove.Sophie’s breath caught.A candlelit table sat right at the water’s edge, the waves lapping gently against the shore. Fairy lights hung from the surrounding cliffs, casting a golden glow over the sand. A private chef sto
Sophie swallowed hard, her heart slamming against her ribs.Drake didn’t move, his thumb still resting at the corner of her mouth, his eyes locked onto hers with a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.Her skin burned where he touched her.She should pull away. Say something sharp, something cutting. But her body refused to cooperate, her breath coming in shallow, uneven pulls.Then, as if realizing he was lingering too long, Drake smirked. That damn, infuriating smirk.“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning back in his chair, as if he hadn’t just completely unraveled her with a single touch. “Wouldn’t want to give me the wrong idea.”Sophie inhaled sharply, her fingers tightening around her fork. “The only idea you should have is how fast I’d throw you off this balcony if I could.”Drake chuckled, taking a slow sip of his coffee. “Feisty this morning, aren’t we?”She shoved another bite of croissant into her mouth just to keep herself from responding.This man would