Chapter 64 Julian's POV FLASHBACK TO AN HOUR AGO “What are we going to do?” I asked, resting my chin on my hand, my mind racing. “I don’t know. We have to get something done before she gets here in less than thirty minutes, or if we want her to burn him instead,” Jaxon replied. “Thirty minutes is too short! Is there no way to keep her occupied for at least an hour from coming here? Or better yet, to prevent her from coming at all?” I pressed, frustration bubbling inside me. “You know Victoria. If I call her back now and start giving her flimsy excuses for why she shouldn’t come, she’ll see right through it. Even if my reasons are valid, she'd be suspicious,” he said, his gaze unwavering. He was right, and it only added to my anxiety. “Fuck! Why can’t I think of anything? Why is my mind so blank?” I muttered, running my hands through my hair in desperation. “Is nothing coming to your head?” Jaxon asked, fear laced on his face. “Let me think,” I replied, my voice betraying my p
Chapter 65 Julian's POV “How is he?” I asked Dr. Phoenix as he stepped out of Alex’s room. I had been in the waiting room for the past thirty minutes as Dr. Phoenix attended to Alex. “He’s stable more that he was yesterday,” Dr. Phoenix replied, his voice steady but tinged with concern. “We’ve done what we can, but he’s still a little critical. He was actually lucky to get saved quickly, but he has some burns on his body, especially on his legs and arms, but we will keep monitoring him closely.” “When will he wake up?” I pressed, needing to know how much longer I would have to wait. “He should wake up within twenty-four hours,” he answered, his gaze softening slightly. “Can I see him?” I asked. “Of course,” Dr. Phoenix said, stepping aside to let me enter. “Thank you,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I pushed through the door. Inside the room, the atmosphere was heavy with the sterile scent of antiseptics and the rhythmic beeping of machines. The sight of Al
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 95 Victoria's POV ******************************************* My eyes felt so heavy as I tried to open them. I attempted to move my hands and legs, but it was futile. What’s wrong? Am I tied up? I can’t seem to remember what led me to this place. As I forced my eyes to look around, every part of me ached. Something was on my nose—oxygen? Then, am I in the hospital? Why? Victoria, calm down and remember what happened to you. What was the last thing that happened? Dammit. I can’t seem to remember anything. I heard the door creaking and quickly closed my eyes. “Any improvement, doctor?” a familiar voice asked. “No, as you can see. I doubt she would survive it; the accident was a tragic one,” the voice that seemed to be the doctor said. Accident? Tragic? What accident? “Doctor, please do anything possible to save her,” the familiar voice trembled. I felt a tingling sensation in my heart. Who owns that voice? Why can’t I remember anything? Why can't i fucking remember anyo
Chapter 94 Julian's POV "Do you recognise me?" I asked Isaac. He looked at me keenly as if trying to recollect and then shook his head. "Well...you'll recognise me soon." I said, gestured to Marcus, who dropped his luggage into the car, and we drove home. Marcus brought out the envelope containing the pictures and handed it to me while I handed it to Isaac. Isaac collected them and kept looking at it. "This is me." he raised up his head to look at me as he pointed at the picture he was in with Sophie. "Yeah, that's you." I said, and he turned back to the pictures. He continued looking at the pictures, but he didn't seem to remember anything. "Let's just go to your house. If you see your families, it might help you regain your memory." I gestured as Marcus led the way outside. The drive to Sophie’s house was steeped in silence, each of us buried in our thoughts. I can't imagine how happy Sophie would be to see her long-lost father. At least, it would bridge the gap between
Chapter 93 Julian's POV It's been fucking hell of a day that Sophie left. Tomorrow was supposed to be our wedding day, but all has been ruined now. She won't even listen to me. She doesn't want to listen to anything I fucking say. And I can't fucking go to her place right now, because firstly, she would have told her mom, secondly, I'm sure they won't even want to listen to me. One is me being an assassin, the other part is me killing her father, which she supposed; which is entirely wrong. But I can't even tell them anything if I don't bring her father back. Dammit! I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. Where the hell is Marcus? I gave him a little assignment, find her father and he's not back yet. Hell everything! I banged my hand on the table. She left with my two adorable babies. She left me alone. It's been a hell of a long time I had been away from her for more than five hours not to talk of a day. A whole day. I hope I'm not gonna lose my mind before Marcus repo
Chapter 92 Julian's POV TWO YEARS AGO "Here, the new target." Xavier, the leader of this damn organization, passed a file across the table with an air of casual indifference. I dropped the half-empty glass of whiskey I had been nursing, the ice clinking against the glass as I picked up the file. My eyes fell on the photo of a man, clearly in his fifties, with graying hair and a weary expression that suggested he had seen too much of life’s darker side. "What is his offence?" I asked. I dropped the file back onto the table, feeling the whiskey burn its way down my throat as I took a deep gulp. "You really should quit asking about people's offenses before they get killed," Xavier snapped, irritation flashing in his eyes. "It's okay if you're not telling me, then," I replied, standing up to leave. "Okay, okay. Sit down and hear me out," he said, and i glared at him and then sat. Xavier was always worried that if he did a job of eliminating people without my knowledge,
Chapter 91 Sophie’s POV "You really need to stop crying, Sophie, and explain what happened. You are getting us worried." Isabella said, her voice filled with concern. It had been an hour since we got home, yet I couldn’t bring myself to tell them the truth—that the man I loved, the man I was supposed to get married to, had killed my own father. My heart ached, and the weight of the revelation felt unbearable. "Yeah, Bella is right. You should tell us what's wrong. Today was supposed to be your bachelorette night, and your wedding is next, but everything is canceled now," my mom added. "Exactly. Julian just came outside and didn't say anything, and now you are not talking either. Do you see him in a compromising position with another woman? Or what exactly could be the matter that has you crying for an hour now? You really need to tell us so we can know what to do," Isabella pressed "Julian..." I stammered, my voice trembling. Sooner or later, they'd known. I guess i should
Chapter 90 Sophie’s POV My phone slipped from my grasp, clattering to the ground as the shock overwhelmed me. 'He was the one that killed your father' The words echoed in my mind as I grasped the iron railing of the staircase for support, my knuckles white. "Soph, are you okay?" The voice pulled me from my haze, reverberating as if from a distance. Suddenly, I felt a hand shook me gently. "Are you okay, Sophie." I looked down to see Evelyn, Isabella, and my mom’s worried gaze staring up at me. Isabella held my phone, which had fallen down. Then i saw him-Julian walking toward us. He killed my father! Julian killed my father! I yanked my phone away from Isabella and race upstairs to the room I shared with Julian. My babies were still sleeping peacefully, and I quickly locked the door behind me, leaving me trapped inside. I sanked my butt into the bed as I looked at my phone, and the message was still glaring at me. It can't be true, can it? Julian would never do such
Chapter 89 Sophie’s POV It’s been one beautiful week since I gave birth to my adorable twins, Jane and Jason. Julian is keeping his promise, announcing our wedding for just two days from now. Tonight is my bachelorette party, and the preparation is in full swing, with excitement buzzing all around. I never imagined I could feel this happy; it all seems like a beautiful dream, one I hope never to wake from. As I glance over at my little ones, peacefully sleeping in their cribs, my heart swells with love. I lean down to plant gentle kisses on each of their cheeks before heading downstairs to join the festivities. “Bride-to-be!” Isabella teases as I enter the living room, making me chuckle. “Where are my babies?” “They’re sleeping upstairs,” I reply, and she nods knowingly. “Have you tried on your outfit for tonight and tomorrow?” Isabella asks. “No, not yet,” I admit, and she gave me a mock scolding look. “Go try it on now!” she insists. “We need you ready for the party!”
Chapter 88 SEVEN MONTHS LATER Sophie’s POV "Julian, I am getting worried day by day. It's ten months already, and I still haven't given birth. I'm supposed give birth at nine months." I said, my voice trembling with anxiety. "But the doctor said it's normal. You don't have to be worried." Julian replied, his tone soothing as he reached for my hand. Everything had been going perfectly well, as Julian had reassured me seven months ago. Victoria still hadn’t woken up, and my pregnancy was becoming a source of relentless worry. It was almost eleven months now; just two weeks shy of that mark. No matter how many times the doctor or my mom insisted that some pregnancies last ten months—especially when it’s a boy—I couldn’t shake the anxiety that gnawed at me. The door opened, and Marcus entered, bowing slightly. "Boss, your meeting starts in five minutes," he announced, glancing at me as he bowed. I had followed Julian to his office every time he had work to do, eager to stay clo
Chapter 87 SEVEN MONTHS LATER Sophie’s POV "Julian, I am getting worried day by day. It's ten months already, and I still haven't given birth. I'm supposed give birth at nine months." I said, my voice trembling with anxiety. "But the doctor said it's normal. You don't have to be worried." Julian replied, his tone soothing as he reached for my hand. Everything had been going perfectly well, as Julian had reassured me seven months ago. Victoria still hadn’t woken up, and my pregnancy was becoming a source of relentless worry. It was almost eleven months now; just two weeks shy of that mark. No matter how many times the doctor or my mom insisted that some pregnancies last ten months—especially when it’s a boy—I couldn’t shake the anxiety that gnawed at me. The door opened, and Marcus entered, bowing slightly. "Boss, your meeting starts in five minutes," he announced, glancing at me as he bowed. I had followed Julian to his office every time he had work to do, eager to stay clo