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Chapter 30Sophie's POV His lips kept moving against mine in a gentle, lingering pressure, each kiss slow and filled with warmth. The softness of his mouth was intoxicating, as if time itself had melted away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment. I felt my heart race, every brush of his lips sending a thrill through me, igniting a warmth that spread from my chest to my fingertips.With each kiss, he deepened the connection, his hands cradling my face as if I were something precious. I leaned into him, craving more, my breath hitching as our mouths danced together. The world around us faded, and all that mattered was the way he kissed me—tender, yet full of unspoken desire.I didn’t want him to stop; I wanted to lose myself in this bliss, to melt into the sweetness of our shared breath. He finally broke the kiss, but I didn't want him to stop. The lingering warmth of his lips on mine sent shivers down my spine. He stood, his broad shoulders filling my vision, and scoope
Chapter 31Julian's POVI looked at Sophie, her cheeks flushed as she covered her face in shyness. A playful smile tugged at my lips, but I quickly masked it with a serious expression as I reached for my phone on the bedside table. It was Marcus."Marcus, it better be important if you don't want to regret it," I said, answering the call."It's like Victoria is planning something," he replied, his voice low and urgent."Why?" I asked, my curiosity piqued."She met up with Isabella, Sophie’s friend," he said, the weight of his words settling in.I glanced back at Sophie, who was still trying to hide her face. "Let me call you back," I said, ending the call."I'm sorry, baby. I will be back shortly," I told her softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. My lips lingered for a moment, savoring the warmth of her skin before I moved to kiss her soft, ample breast. She nodded, a mixture of confusion and understanding in her eyes, as I pulled away. I could see her pulling the bedspread up to
Chapter 32Victoria’s POV"Why are they together?" I shouted, frustration boiling over as I hurled the photographs against the wall. The sound of paper slapping against the surface echoed ominously in the otherwise quiet room. "I thought Jenkins said they weren't close, so why the hell are they together in those pictures? And they were even kissing!" I turned to Jaxon, who stood there, arms by his sides and expression unreadable. His stony silence only fueled my anger. "This is the second time I’m seeing them kiss!" I bent down to pick up the scattered photos from the floor, my heart racing as I glanced at the images of Julian and Sophie at the beach. The sun glinted off their skin, and they looked so damn happy—smiling, laughing, their bodies close. It should have been me beside him, not her. I should have been the one experiencing that joy, the one creating memories with him.The anger surged within me, a potent mix of jealousy and betrayal. I could feel the heat creeping up my nec
Chapter 33 Victoria's POV I arrived at Werther's Hotel just before noon, carefully parking my car a short distance from the entrance to avoid drawing attention. As the clock struck twelve, I watched Julian pull up in his sleek car, flanked by his two imposing bodyguards. They stood watch, scanning the area while he entered the hotel. Jaxon opened my car door, and I stepped out, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. “Make sure you beep me immediately the meeting is over,” I instructed, keeping my voice steady. “Yes, ma,” Jaxon replied, bowing slightly, his eyes full of loyalty. Once inside the hotel, I felt a rush of adrenaline. Jaxon had already scouted the meeting room and reserved the one opposite Julian's. I couldn’t help but smile at his efficiency. After entering my room, I took a quick, steamy shower, letting the hot water wash away any lingering doubts. Today was the day — the D-day! Today, Julian would be mine. Once dressed, I settled onto the plush sofa,
Chapter 34 Victoria's POV I watched as Marcus took Julian away from the room. I picked up the wine on the table and smashed it on the tiled floor. The glass shattered like my thoughts, spilling crimson liquid that mirrored my fury. I had been so close to getting what I wanted, yet it felt like the universe had conspired against me. I should have locked the door. But what the hell was Jaxon doing that allowed Marcus to waltz in here? And how did Marcus know Julian was in this room? My mind raced, each question stoking the flames of my anger. I picked up the empty glass cup on the table and hurled it against the wall, watching it explode into a thousand sparkling shards. I ran my hand through my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, almost pulling my scalp off in frustration. The door creaked open, and Jaxon stepped inside, his head bowed, hands clasped tightly in front of him. His posture screamed guilt, but I didn’t care. I moved closer, fury fueling my actions, and slap
Chapter 35 Sophie's POV Why is Julian not back yet? I thought, glancing at the clock for the umpteenth time. He had said he would be back soon, but it had been hours since he left for his meeting. I couldn't help but worry that something might have gone wrong. I wanted to call him, but what if he was still at the meeting? I paced around his room, my mind racing with thoughts of what could be keeping him. He had stopped me from going to my room, except when I wanted to wear something, and now I felt trapped in a cycle of anxiety and restlessness. I wanted to go downstairs, but I was only wearing his shirt, which stopped mid-thigh, and I was sure he wouldn't like it if I went downstairs like this. So, I decided to wait, hoping he would walk through that door any moment. The door suddenly swung open, revealing Julian. He looked wasted as he moved closer to me, his hair tousled and his expression clouded. He wasn't even wearing a shirt. Did the meeting not go as he planned? "Jul
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 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