Chapter 66Sophie’s POV "Where are you going, Soph?" Isabella's voice stopped me in my tracks. "That's not the way to the hospital." "Shhh!" I whispered, turning to her with my finger pressed to my lips. "Julian is behind that green grass." My heart raced at the thought of seeing him again. I turned back, trying to move as silently as possible, but my heels were a betrayer. "What are you doing, Soph?" Isabella stepped in front of me, blocking my view. Her brow furrowed with concern. "How the hell could Julian be here? Is this the pregnancy hormones talking, or are you just imagining things?" "At least let me check if I’m right or wrong," I insisted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I know it was him. He’s probably here to see me." My conviction felt like a fragile thread, but I clung to it. Isabella's expression softened, but her worry was palpable. "Do you really think if Julian was here to see you, he would be hiding? He’s not here, Soph. You need to let this go." I knew sh
Chapter 67 Julian's POV "Well... you have no choice but to do what I say," I said, my voice steady despite the tension crackling in the room. "And why would I do what you say?" Alex barked back, defiance lighting up his features. It had been three days since Alex was pulled from the inferno that nearly claimed his life, and today was the first time I faced him. Marcus had moved him into my house just yesterday after his discharge from the hospital. The sight of him tied to the edge of the bed was both satisfying and unsettling; he looked vulnerable, yet the fire in his eyes remained. "It's your choice, actually," I shot back, leaning closer. "Do what I say, or I’ll hand you over to the police." My tone left no room for argument, a finality hanging in the air like a thick fog. "You’re not even telling me what you want me to do," he spat, anger boiling over. "And even if you did, I wouldn’t work with you. You snatched the girl I love from me." Without thinking, I punched him squa
Chapter 68 Julian's POV A WEEK LATER I stepped out of my office, This past week has been damn crazy! It had been nothing short of chaotic. Alex still hadn’t agreed to work with me, and I hadn’t been able to see Sophie since my last visit. The longing to be with her gnawed at me; I missed her more than I could express. Isabella had been a lifeline, sending me pictures and videos of Sophie, and each one reminded me of the warmth of her smile and the way her laughter lit up a room. I cherished those glimpses, but they only deepened my ache to be with her in person. I miss her reactions whenever I touch her. Heck! I miss everything about her! As I navigated through the bustling office, I tried to shake off the anxiety that had settled within me. A swarm of reporters descended on me immediately i got out of the building like bees drawn to sugar. It had been a while since I’d faced this kind of media frenzy, and the sudden attention sent a wave of feelings I can't describe over me
Chapter 69 Sophie’s POV Fuck! I just finished eating in less than two hours, and I am hungry again. Is this how I would continue eating every hour? I went into the kitchen and dished the remaining spaghetti in the pot. I doubted the food would be enough. I put my plate on the table and picked up my phone. I was so bored as hell! I scrolled through my apps, but there was nothing to do. Nothing! I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. As I was about to change the channel, my heart raced at the sight of Julian. He was surrounded by reporters, and I felt a familiar ache in my chest. I increased the volume, and what I heard next made me stop mid-bite. Julian is getting married? To Victoria? I didn’t even notice when the remote slipped from my hand. The reporters bombarded him with questions, but he remained silent. Was it just a lie? Was it Victoria's handiwork? Did she plan this all along? Yes. She definitely planned it. I answered myself. There’s no way Julian would do this to m
Chapter 70Sophie’s POVToday is Julian's fucking wedding day! For the past few days, I've tried not to shed a tear, even though it’s been incredibly hard. Isabella and Mom have been here to keep me company, providing the support I desperately need. My mom is going to be discharged tomorrow, and finally, I can be with her again, even though she doesn’t know I’m pregnant.I sighed as I stepped out of the shower, steam enveloping me like a comforting blanket. I rummaged through my clothes, after wearing a bra and a pant. Finally i decided on wearing a blue gown. This particular gown was Julian's choice from our last date, and the memory of it made my heart ache. No, I shouldn’t wear it. It would remind me too much of him. But, wait... it’s not like I won’t see him at the wedding. I’m going to his wedding! I will definitely see him.I sank onto the bed, my body hitting the soft mattress with a thud. I can’t believe I’m going to watch the man I love marry another woman. Not just any woma
Chapter 71Sophie’s POVThe driver parked the car and stepped out to open the door for me. As I emerged, I took in the expansive hall before me. The walls were painted in rich shades of purple, complemented by crisp white accents that added a touch of sophistication. Bodyguards stood at each corner, and another set of bodyguards or are they ushers stood as they inspect people walking in.I wasn't able to admire the hall finish when a swarm of reporters descended on me."What are you doing here?" one reporter shouted, his camera flashing."Are you here to celebrate Mr. Blackwood’s marriage? Are you happy about it?" another chimed in, pushing closer."How do you feel about him marrying another woman?" came a voice from the back, sharp and accusatory.Before I could respond, four bodyguards broke through the crowd, forming a protective circle around me as they ushered me into the hall."Mrs. Langley claimed you were the one who snatched her boyfriend. Is that true?" The questions were re
Chapter 72 Sophie’s POV "You shouldn't let people step on you, Soph. Learn to stand up for yourself," Isabella said as we returned to the table where I had dropped my bag earlier. I nodded, a smile forming on my lips, feeling a surge of gratitude for her support. "Thanks, Isabella," I replied softly, the weight of the confrontation still heavy on my shoulders. "I needed that." She leaned in closer, her expression serious. "We’re in this together. You can't let her get to you. Remember, she thrives on fear and manipulation." I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "You’re right. I can't let her win. Not now, not ever." Just then, the commotion in the room grew louder as guests began taking their seats, the atmosphere shifting from tension to celebration. I looked around, searching for Julian, but he wasn't here yet. "I should go help with the preparation," Isabella said, rising from her seat. I nodded. I pulled out my phone from my handbag, hoping to find someth
Chapter 73 Victoria's POV "Alex?" I muttered, disbelief washing over me. "What is he doing here?" "You know him?" Julian asked, his brow furrowed. I cursed under my breath. In my panic, I had forgotten I was standing right in front of him. Heck. What am I going to say now? "Yes... I mean no." What was I even saying? My mind raced as I tried to formulate a believable explanation. "Then how did you know his name?" Julian pressed, his gaze piercing through me. "Sophie cheated on you, so I found out who she cheated with—it's her ex-boyfriend." My heart raced as I hoped my lie would be convincing enough. Julian nodded, seemingly satisfied. By this time, Alex had made his way past Sophie’s table and was heading directly towards me. Panic surged as I searched for Jaxon, but he was nowhere to be found. Had Jaxon saved Alex after all? Was there something I didn’t know? As Alex got closer, I sensed danger. His eyes bore into mine, and I felt like a deer caught in headlights. What if he
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SIX YEARS LATER Sophie’s POV "Good morning, beauty." A deep, familiar voice broke through my peaceful sleep, and I felt a warm presence near me. Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open, adjusting to the morning light streaming through the curtains. Julian stood beside the bed, a soft smile on his lips, holding a tray of breakfast in his hands. "Good morning, honey," I murmured, stretching lazily before sitting up. A wave of warmth filled me at the sight before me—a plate of golden-brown toast, a perfectly fried egg, and a steaming cup of tea. My stomach grumbled in approval, making me smile. Julian placed the tray gently on the bed and sat on the edge, watching me. "I made breakfast for you," I glanced at him, my heart swelling with love. "Thank you, honey." His smile widened, and without warning, he leaned in, tilting his head to kiss me. I quickly turned my face away, causing him to freeze mid-motion. "Huh?" He blinked. I chuckled, pressing my lips together. "I haven’t brushed my
Chapter 118 Sophie’s POV It had been three hell long days since Julian fell into a coma. His face, once so vibrant and full of life, was now pale and drawn, the oxygen tubes were gone but there was still IV drips connected to his hand. His lips were slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell weakly beneath the hospital gown, but there was no other sign of movement. I sat beside him, my fingers laced through his, unable to look away from his still form. I tightened my grip on his hand, my voice barely above a whisper. "Julian, can you hear me?" No response. My throat tightened as I swallowed hard, forcing back another wave of despair. I wished for even the faintest sign of acknowledgement. I missed him—his laughter, his warmth, his voice, everything that made him who he was. "Do you remember when you first told me you loved me?" I continued, my voice trembling. "You said it so casually, as if you had always known. And I was so scared… scared that if I believed it, I’d los
Chapter 117 Sophie’s POV The ambulance doors slammed shut, and we sped through the city, sirens wailing. My hands trembled as I clutched Julian’s, his skin cold and clammy. His face was too pale, his lips slightly parted as he struggled for breath. "Stay with me, Julian," I pleaded, my voice shaking. "Please, don’t close your eyes." He tried to smile, but it was weak. His eyelids fluttered, his body barely holding on. "No, no, no," I sobbed, pressing my forehead against his. "You promised me. You said you wouldn’t leave me. You can’t break your promise now." The paramedics worked frantically, pressing gauze against his wound, checking his vitals. "He's losing too much blood," one of them muttered. "Do something!" I screamed. "We're doing everything we can," another paramedic said, trying to keep me calm. I swallowed back my panic and looked at Julian again. His chest rose and fell weakly, each breath looking more labored than the last. "I love you, Sophie," he whi
Chapter 116 Sophie’s POV The sound of the gunshot echoed in my ears, deafening. My body tensed, my breath hitched, and for a moment, I swore my heart had stopped. But there was no pain. I wasn’t hit! Slowly, I opened my eyes, my body trembling, my breath ragged. My heart pounded so loudly it nearly drowned out everything else. Celine—or rather, Victoria—was standing there, her face twisted in rage. But her grip on the gun had faltered, her hands shaking slightly. Then I noticed—someone had tackled her from the side. The gun had fired, but not at me. My breath came in short, uneven bursts as my eyes fell on the person who had tackled her. Julian. He was there, gripping Victoria’s wrist, twisting it painfully as she shrieked in frustration. The gun clattered to the floor, skidding across the rooftop. Victoria struggled wildly, her breath ragged with anger. "Let me go, you bastard!" she spat. "Not this time." Julian’s grip tightened as he shoved her backward, pinning her agains
Chapter 115 Sophie’s POV "How do I look?" I asked, turning to Julian while smoothing down the fabric of my red off-shoulder gown. The silky material hugged my curves perfectly, flowing elegantly to my feet. Julian’s gaze softened as he stepped closer, his lips curving into a fond smile. "You look as stunning as always," he murmured, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His touch was gentle, affectionate, and when he leaned down to press a kiss on my forehead, warmth spread through me. Then, he kissed me lightly on the lips, making my heart skip a beat. "Thank you, hubby," I whispered, "You made this happen. You made everything happen. If someone had told me a year ago when I got here that everything would turn out like this, I would have asked them to shut up." Julian chuckled, his fingers tilting my chin up so I could meet his gaze. "Why?" he asked. I sighed, shaking my head at how absurd it all seemed now. "Because I never thought I would fall in love with yo
Chapter 114 Victoria's POV "Here." Zayn said as he zipped up my gown. His eyes gleamed, but I knew that smile wasn’t for me—it was for the mission ahead. Today was finally Sophie’s birthday party. The moment I had been waiting for. "Wow, you look so stunning. I really don’t regret ever choosing you as my pet." Pet. That word still made my skin crawl, but I swallowed my disgust. Was that even something to be proud of? Owning another human being like a possession? "Thank you," I muttered, careful to keep my voice low. I had learned the hard way that any hesitation, any sign of defiance, would earn me his wrath. The past days had been hell—Zayn had beaten me senseless over the smallest mistakes, as if he took pleasure in watching me suffer. He demanded obedience, but it was fucking hard for me to suppress my pride. I had never learnt to bow to people not even my parents. "Good girl." His voice dripped with condescension. "Go check yourself in the mirror while I get dressed.
Chapter 113 Victoria's POV "Come here." Zayn said immediately Caleb left. His voice was firm, commanding. His dark eyes bore into mine, sending shivers down my spine. I stood frozen, my fists clenched at my sides, resisting the urge to comply. "Why should I?" I snapped, rolling my eyes, my lips curling in defiance. Before I could even process what happened next, a sharp, stinging pain exploded across my cheek. The force of his slap sent my head snapping to the side, my vision blurring for a moment, my skin burned like fire. When had he gotten to where I was standing? I gasped, my hand instinctively flying up to touch my swollen cheek. My eyes widened in shock—how dare he? Zayn smirked, his expression oozing with arrogance and cruelty. "Just because you're going to help us now doesn't mean you get to ignore me." He tilted his head, stepping closer, his presence suffocating. "You're still my pet—now, after the mission, and forever." His words made my stomach churn. My heart pound
Chapter 112 Victoria’s POV When I woke again, my head was pounding like a jackhammer. Damn. My eyelids felt heavy, and my body ached like I had been run over by a truck. What the hell happened? I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the dimly lit room. My stomach twisted as I realized—I was back. Back in this hellhole. I shot up quickly, my breathing ragged, my hands instinctively reaching for my wrists. Thank goodness, I wasn’t tied this time. But that relief was short-lived because the reality of my situation came crashing down again. Caleb. That traitor. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. Caleb was working for Zayn. My stomach churned at the thought. How the hell had they even met? I ran a shaky hand through my hair, trying to gather my thoughts. I had escaped. I had almost tasted freedom. And now? Now, I was trapped again. Shit. Then, I heard it—the faint murmur of voices outside the door. My pulse quickened. I pushed myself off the bed, ignoring the weakness in