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 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
Chapter 96Victoria's POVDamn. My head fucking hurts. Where the hell am I? And why is it so dark? I remember trying to escape and then losing consciousness. Yeah, someone had carried me. Wait, did the person kidnap me? Or was it Julian that caught me? Holy Molly. I have to find my way out before anyone comes back.I scrambled through the dark, my feet hitting a hard surface, and I let out a painful groan. The heaviness in my chest was suffocating. I couldn’t let them find me here.Suddenly, a light shone in my face, and I quickly used my hands to shield my eyes. "You are awake?" came the familiar voice."Ethan?" I yelled, relief flooding through me."Yes, Victoria. I am finally happy to see that you are awake," he said. Here’s my chance. I rushed to hug him, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I miss you," I said, my voice cracking."I miss you too, Vikky," he replied, holding me tightly. I stayed in his embrace for a moment."Why did you try to escape when you just barely woke up?" h
Chapter 97 Julian’s POV Victoria has woken up and escaped, but we still have no idea where she is. The hospital's surveillance footage was checked, but it revealed nothing from that day—not even a glimpse of her leaving the hospital. That could mean only one thing: the footage has been tampered with. But by who? It can't be Victoria; she just regained consciousness, and there’s no way she had the strength or awareness to orchestrate something like that on her own. There’s definitely another person involved—someone who is keeping her hidden. The thought gnaws at me. Who could it be? I lean back into the sofa, trying to piece together the puzzle. “Is there anyone else you know who might be connected to Victoria? An acquaintance, maybe someone random?” I asked Jaxon. The look on his face is one of frustration mixed with something; fear, concern, whatever. If anyone would know about her connections, it would be him. I would have suspected him to be the one, but he was at my offic
Chapter 98 Sophie’s POV I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of anxiety. It's finally my day; it's the day I'm officially going to be Julian's wife. I hope everything goes smoothly, Victoria is still lurking around in God knows where. No one has been able to find where she is or sighted her, which made my stomach twist in knots. I gazed at my children, and they were kicking their cradles as if happy mommy is getting married. I really, really hope everything goes well today. I don't want anything disrupting the wedding, not even the slightest thing like last time. I couldn’t bear the thought of a repeat. The bachellorete night held last night and it was a success. But now, I could only hope this day would be a success as well. The door opened, revealing Julian. "Why are you not dressed up yet? I thought Evelyn and Isabella were supposed to be here. Where are they?" Julian asked. I didn't answer, instead; i rushed into his ar
Chapter 99 Julian's POV Damn. The wait is fucking killing me. I can't wait to see my bride. I can't wait to see how beautiful she would look today. "Hey, man." Caleb said as he walked over to where I was sitting. "What's up, P." I greeted back and we exchanged hugs and handshakes. Caleb is my best man, of course. He's been my rock throughout this entire planning process. Marcus walked in almost immediately. "She is around, sir." I didn’t even wait to hear any more and dashed out of the room into the room meant for my bride. I froze at the sight before me. Sitting there, surrounded by people taking pictures was Sophie. Is this really the bride I'm getting married to? Sophie is an epitome of beauty, I know that, but this fucking transformation made my heart skipped a beat; she looked fucking stunning, or is there any word powerful enough to capture her radiance. She sat on the small cushion in the room, her white flowing gown surrounding her without revealing any hint of h
Chapter 100 Julian's POV "What?!" I exclaimed, obviously shocked. What reason does Caleb have to do that? No, he gat no reason. Caleb had been my best friend for years now, so i see no reason why he would do such a thing. "Are you sure about what you just said?" "Yes, sir. I confirmed it countless times, but all the evidence pointed to him..." that was all I needed to hear, and my next move was walking hurriedly to him. He had already gone a few miles, heading toward his car. I grabbed him by the shoulder, pivoting him to face me, and without hesitation, I threw a punch that landed squarely on his jaw. Gasps erupted from the small crowd that had gathered. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Julian?" Caleb demanded, wiping the blood from his lip with a look of confusion and anger. I didn’t respond; instead, I landed another punch.He quickly turned, grabbing me by the shoulders. "Tell me what the hell you're doing now and stop punching like a minor!" he yelled, his voice
Chapter 101 Victoria's POV "I heard madam would be joining us here in a month's time." Sandra, the gist sharer and hearer. What? "What do you mean she would be joining us?" Charlotte, the ever-curious one, leaned in, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Yes, that's what I heard, but I am not sure what her reason is," Sandra replied, crossing her arms as if to shield her secrets."Could she be afraid that we would snatch her husband?" Gabrielle chimed in, her voice low and conspiratorial. Known for her quiet demeanor, she only spoke up when she felt it was absolutely necessary, and then quickly retreated into her shell."No, she's not the type. She seems nice...but she could really be afraid since females are more than males here," Charlotte interjected, her brow furrowed in thought."I know, right? That's probably the reason," Sandra agreed, nodding earnestly."You guys should focus on your work and stop gossiping about a happy home. The boss would be here soon," Athena, the manager,
Dear Amazing Readers,Wow. What a journey this has been! From the very first chapter to this final moment, you have been with me, turning every page, feeling every emotion, and living through every twist and turn alongside Sophie and Julian.Writing this story has been an incredible experience, but what made it truly special was you—the readers who believed in it, supported it, and followed it through to the very end. Your love, your comments, your gems, your excitement, and even your theories kept me going.I am beyond grateful for each and every one of you. Your time, your emotions, and your dedication mean the world to me. Whether this story made you smile, cry, gasp, or swoon, I hope it left an imprint on your heart, just as you have left one on mine.This isn’t just my story—it’s our story. And though we’ve reached the end of this chapter, remember, every ending is just the beginning of something new(like my next book; please check it out🙃)Thank you for being a part of this jou
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