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
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
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
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
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 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 was absolutely restless She lay in the massive bed that never quite felt like hers, she tangled in sheets that were too smooth, and too cold. The letters from Catherine Vale played on a loop in her mind, whispering warnings she couldn’t decipher. A name she didn’t recognize. A woman she supposedly didn’t know. But the familiarity in Miriam’s eyes haunted her, and the unease in Drake’s silence only made it worse.She turned to her side, her eyes drifting toward the window where the moon spilled silver across the carpet. The mansion was quiet—too quiet. Not even the wind dared stir. It was the kind of silence that pressed in from all sides, the kind that made secrets feel like they were breathing just beneath the surface.Her fingers brushed over the edge of her pillow, and she felt it, the softest crunch of paper. She blinked, sitting up slowly. There, tucked beneath the pillowcase, was a folded piece of paper.Her heart thumped as she opened it.“I noticed you didn’t eat much
Sophie couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling as she sat in the living room, staring at the photograph of Miriam that still rested on the coffee table. The woman in the picture was so beautiful, so elegant, yet there was something deeply familiar about her. Sophie couldn’t deny the growing realization that they looked alike, no, they almost looked like the same person. She rubbed her temples, trying to push the thought away, but it lingered, gnawing at her like a persistent itch.Her breath caught as her mind replayed Drake’s vague answer to her earlier question. “Did Miriam live here?” she had asked, unable to suppress the curiosity bubbling inside her.“Yes,” was all he had said.But then she had pressed him further, and he refused to elaborate. “Where did she stay?” Sophie had asked, her voice quiet yet insistent.Drake’s eyes had briefly avoided hers, and then he’d given an answer that didn’t make sense. “I’ll be in the office. We’ll talk later.”That was all he’d offered before re
Sophie was going through the black box again when she found the an old photograph, It was tucked beneath a bundle of letters, almost like it didn’t want to be seen. But when her fingers brushed it, it slipped free and landed face-up in her lap. She felt the breath left her lungs.The woman in the picture was smiling wide and so bright , like the world was kind. Her eyes held something soft and something so familiar but Sophie couldn’t grasp whatever it was. She wore a pale yellow dress, and the wind had caught the hem, making it lift slightly and behind her, the sunlight spilled across a garden Sophie didn’t recognize.She stared at it with mixed emotions because the woman looked exactly like her. Not a little and definitely not a maybe. The woman looked like a replica of her. With the same eyes, the same jawline and even the same way her lips tilted slightly to the left when she smiled, the curve of her neck looked identical as well.Her body went still and she kept looking at the p
The morning light crept in slowly, but Sophie was already awake, sitting by the window, legs pulled up to her chest, eyes far away. She hadn’t said much after watching the video the night before, just went quiet, her thoughts clearly louder than anything else. Drake had stayed, close enough to make sure she was okay, far enough not to smother her.She turned her head slightly when he walked in, fresh from a shower, towel around his neck, shirt damp near the collar.“We’re going somewhere,” he said.Her voice was hoarse. “Where?”He paused, met her eyes. “Where it all started.”And for a moment, she didn’t even need him to say it—she already knew.Edward’s mansion.Her heart sank a little. That place used to be her entire world. Not just brick and glass and luxury, but memories, laughter, screams behind closed doors, and love too—yes, love that somehow still lingered in the echoes of those walls. It had been home. It had been heartbreak. And Edward… Edward had once loved her so deeply,
The screen flickered to life, the shaky camera showing Edward’s study dimly lit, the light from the desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls, Edward looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes were bloodshot, there was sweat on his forehead, and his hands trembled as he reached forward and adjusted the camera.“If you’re watching this,” his voice cracked, barely steady, “then I’m probably already dead… or missing.”Sophie froze, her breath caught in her throat, Drake moved closer behind her, staring over her shoulder, both their eyes glued to the screen, not a single sound passed between them except the buzz of electricity and Edward’s shaking voice.“I need you to know… I was never the real target,” Edward said, glancing behind him like someone might burst in any second, “they made me believe I had something they wanted, but this—this is bigger than me, Sophie, bigger than anything I thought I was involved in.”Her heart thumped against her chest like it wanted to escape, she tu
Being in this world alone sucks, but being in this world around people who think you’re a fool is the worst.Sophie was on the verge of insanity, her mind was going in circles, and she trying to make sense of everything in her life. First, there was Lucas, then, definitely not Drake, but he was the only hope she had left, so she couldn’t quite count him out.She huffed out a resolute sigh and walked into his bedroom, finding him sitting and working on his laptop.She sat down next to him.“Drake?” she called softly.He replied with a distracted hum, his eyes still glued to the screen.“Could you keep the laptop aside, please?” she muttered, her tone mockingly sweet.He nodded, closed the laptop, and turned fully to her.Being in this world alone sucks, but being in this world surrounded by people who think you’re a fool? That’s worse.Sophie was on the verge of insanity. Her mind kept going in circles, trying to make sense of everything happening in her life. First, there was Lucas. A
The mansion felt suffocating. Sophie had spent hours trying to find something—anything—that could tell her where Lucas had gone. But the security system was useless. The footage was gone, wiped clean like the night had never happened. Whoever had taken Lucas had planned this too well. She tried again, typing commands into the security system’s console, digging through the data logs. Nothing. The last recorded footage had been from the previous evening. After that? Blackness. Drake was leaning against the wall, watching her with his usual unreadable expression. “You’re wasting your time.” Sophie clenched her jaw. “So we just do nothing?” Drake exhaled through his nose. “There are other ways to find him.” She turned in her chair. “Like what?” Drake didn’t answer. Instead, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and swore under his breath. Without a word, he walked out of the room. Sophie let out a frustrated sigh. She knew one thing—Drake was kee
The mansion felt wrong. Sophie had spent enough time there to recognize the subtle shifts in the air, the way silence could stretch too thin, the way emptiness could settle in like a living thing. But this? This was different. She knew it the second she stepped into Lucas’s room. The bed was empty. The blankets had been tossed aside, the pillows slightly dented, as if someone had left in a hurry. The lamp beside the bed was still on, casting weak light across the dark wooden floors. Sophie’s pulse spiked. “Lucas?” Silence. She moved deeper into the room, scanning for anything—any sign of where he might have gone. The window was shut. The closet door was slightly ajar, clothes hanging haphazardly. His shoes were still there. But his jacket? Gone. A sick feeling twisted in her gut. Lucas had barely been able to sit up on his own earlier. There was no way in hell he could have just—walked out. Not without help. Or not without being forced. Sophie’s st
Sophie knew she should stop.She should leave it alone.Lucas was healing, albeit slowly, and she had done more than enough by bringing him back to the mansion, making sure he had everything he needed. But something didn’t sit right with her.It wasn’t just about Lucas anymore.It was about the way things didn’t add up.The way everyone around her kept acting like she was being irrational for questioning things.Drake had told her to stop.Lucas had avoided answering anything directly, even when she had pressed.And the more they tried to push her away from the truth, the more she felt the urge to dig deeper.She wasn’t a fool.Something was going on.And she wasn’t going to stop until she figured out what it was.“You’re being reckless.”Drake’s voice cut through the thick tension in the room.Sophie barely spared him a glance as she placed a glass of water on the nightstand beside Lucas’s bed. The man in question was half-asleep, his injuries still keeping him weak.“I’m taking care