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Chapter 36 Julian's POV I woke up with a deadly headache as if my head wanted to explode. A soft breathing on my chest drew my attention, and I looked down to see Sophie sleeping peacefully next to me. She looked hot in just her lingerie. I traced my hand slowly to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she stirred in her sleep, cuddling closer to me. I smiled, glancing around and noticing we were on the floor. But why? Why were we on the floor? I tried to remember what happened last night, but my memory was hazy. I recalled a meeting with Mr. Werther, then Victoria telling me she was travelling... and then everything blurred. Did I get drunk? Did Victoria intentionally get me drunk? I racked my brain but couldn't piece it together. I would probably have to ask Marcus. Moving closer to Sophie, I pecked her below her right ear. That’s when I noticed I was naked except for my boxers, which felt a bit loose, as if someone had tried fitting it on me. I was only covered by
Chapter 37Victoria's POV"Who is going to Italy?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. The moment I spoke, Marcus jolted, surprise etched across his face as he turned to look at me."What are you doing here?" he questioned, his brow furrowing slightly."You haven't answered my question. Who is going to Italy?" I pressed, refusing to let the matter drop."And... why did you want to know that?" He crossed his arms defensively, a hint of suspicion in his tone."Is it Julian? When is he going?" I shot back.He scoffed, his expression turning icy. "I should tell you where he's going so you can drug him and try to rape him again? And don’t think I won't tell him what you did to him yesterday.""So... what's stopping you? I thought you would have told him by now," I replied, feigning indifference but feeling afraid.He must not tell Julian, but I should behave like I don't care."I will. It's just that I haven't seen him today," he admitted, frustration creeping into his voice.I took a step clos
Chapter 38Sophie's POVJulian returned home looking very sad."What's wrong, Julian?" I asked, moving closer to him as he entered the house. His eyes were clouded with a mix of emotions, and I felt a tug at my heart."I will tell you when we get back from the hospital. Let's go now; the doctor called me already—your mom is awake," he said, his tone a mixture of urgency and hope. I didn’t question him anymore; the news about my mom was all that mattered.We climbed into the back seat of the car, the driver taking his place behind the wheel. My heart raced with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to see my mom!As we arrived at the hospital, I barely waited for the driver to open the door before I jumped out and dashed inside. The sterile smell of the hospital hit me, but I couldn’t focus on anything but finding my mom.I rushed into her ward, and there, standing beside her bed, was the doctor. “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood,” he greeted, his voice calm and reassuring. I hadn’t even notice
Chapter 39 Julian's POV I woke up and saw Sophie sleeping peacefully next to me. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over her features. I couldn’t help but smile at how serene she looked, her hair splayed across the pillow like a halo. Carefully, I wriggled myself from under the covers, trying not to disturb her, and quietly made my way into the bathroom. My flight was at eight this morning, and I still had a few things to prepare. I pulled off my boxers and let them drop to the floor, stepping into the warmth of the jacuzzi. The jets massaged my back, and I closed my eyes, allowing the soothing bubbles to wash away the remnants of sleep. Just as I was starting to relax, I heard a voice that pulled me from my thoughts. “Are you planning to leave without letting me know?” I opened my eyes to see Sophie standing at the entrance of the bathroom, arms crossed. “Of course not,” I replied, chuckling softly. “I was planning to wake you when I was fully d
Chapter 40Victoria's POV I watched from a dim corner, my heart pounding as Julian leaned in and kissed Sophie. A surge of fury bubbled up inside me, and for a fleeting moment, I considered charging out of my hiding place to tear them apart. But Jaxon placed a firm hand on my shoulder, grounding me in my frustration.As Julian waved goodbye and walked away, leaving Sophie standing there like a lost puppy, I stepped out of my hiding spot and clapped my hands together. Sophie turned to me, her expression shifting as she wiped away the tears on her cheeks."Stop with those fake tears, Sophie," I said, my voice dripping with disdain. "I know you really wanted him to go away so you could be free to indulge in your rubbish."Her response was quick, laced with venom. "Do you think everyone is like you, fucking every dick you see?" I raised my hand, instinctively wanting to slap her, but I paused mid-motion. I couldn't risk being caught on camera—too many eyes were watching. Instead, I clen
Chapter 41Sophie's POV I stepped out of the car, the driver holding the door open with a polite nod, and he collected the food flask i was clutching. I walked into the hospital, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the low murmur of voices enveloping me. Julian had been gone for a whole long week, and the ache of his absence was a constant thrum in my chest. Video calls were never enough; they were mere shadows of what I craved. I missed him like crazy. I missed the way his eyes would light up when he saw me, the warmth of his hands on my skin, and the way his voice, rich and commanding, could soothe my most anxious thoughts. I miss his soft lips on mine. Each moment without him felt like an eternity, stretching the time until I could be wrapped in his embrace once more.I often found myself reflecting on how I had come to feel so deeply for someone I once thought of as a devil in disguise. The proposal he had made—inviting me to warm his bed—had initially made me despise him so mu
Chapter 42Sophie’s POV I pulled him away on his chest with all my might and gave him a resounding slap. “Are you crazy?” I said, my voice trembling with anger. “I just want you to know how much you mean to me. I see that you also want me; your lips want—” I didn’t let him finish. With a swift motion, I delivered another sharp slap, the sound echoing in the charged air between us. This one was louder, more forceful than the first. “Do you think this is some kind of game?” I snapped. “You can’t just toy with my feelings like that!” He rubbed his cheek, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and something else—was it regrets? “I wasn’t trying to play games, Sophie. I just thought—” “Thought what?” I interrupted, my voice rising. “That you could just waltz in and out of my life? That I wouldn’t care?” He stepped closer, an intensity in his gaze that made my heart flutter despite my anger. “You’re right. I messed up. But I’m trying to be honest with you now.” I took a deep breath, tryin
Chapter 43 Julian's POV "Did you even listen to yourself?" I asked, fuming in anger. "Mr. Blackwood, I think that's the best solution: to sack the part-time employees and leave the full-time staff. That's what most companies do," the manager replied, his tone matter-of-fact. "We are not like 'most companies.' We are different; everything about us should be,' I insisted. "But what about paying them? The company is short on cash as it is," he countered, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "I've been able to talk to some investors. I should be able to talk to more tomorrow," I said. "But what if they do not agree? Let’s shed some staff, at least if not all," he pressed on. "Why are you being pessimistic? If you were in their position, would you be happy to be sacked suddenly? Most of them have families to feed. We can't just let them go for our own gain," I said, my voice rising slightly. He fell silent, his hands locked together in front of him. "Just go home a
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