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 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 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
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
The blood came first.Sophie Myers stood frozen, her hands trembling as she stared down at the deep crimson pooling around her feet. The silk of her pale dress clung to her thighs, stained and ruined. She blinked, trying to focus, but the sounds of the party around her, the laughter, the music, and the clinking of champagne glasses—were all drowned out by the thundering of her heart.No.Her stomach twisted violently, a sharp pain shooting through her body. She sucked in a breath, barely able to stand. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the marble table beside her, nails scraping against the surface.“Edward.” Her voice was small, breaking under the weight of her panic. She found him a few steps away, his back to her, perfectly poised with his colleagues. “Edward, please…”Her husband turned slowly, a glass of whiskey balanced between his fingers. His expression hardened the moment his gaze met hers, a flicker of irritation at the interruption, as though she were a child tu
The week after, the hospital felt like a blur.Sophie Myers moved through the days on autopilot, eating when the nurses reminded her, staring at the beige walls of her hospital room, and ignoring the pity in the doctor’s eyes when he checked on her recovery. Her body was healing, but her mind wasn’t.Edward hadn’t returned after the divorce papers. No calls, no messages, not even an assistant to deliver the rest of her belongings.On the eighth day, Sophie stood by the window, the hospital gown hanging loose on her shoulders as sunlight poured in. Enough was enough. If Edward wouldn’t keep his end of the deal, she’d handle it herself.♡♡♡When Sophie arrived at the mansion, it felt like walking into a hollow memory lane.The Flynn estate was as grand as ever, with arched gates, pristine lawns, the long driveway she used to love. But something was off.Too quiet.Her heels clicked against the marble floors as she entered, carrying the faint echo of an empty house. There were no servant
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