The following morning, after the presentation, Carla called Nina into her office. The usually composed Nina felt a sense of unease as Carla’s sharp eyes bore into her.
“Nina, we need to talk,” Carla began, with a stern voice. “It has come to my attention that you’ve been tampering with other designer’s work. Specifically, Sophia’s.”Nina’s face flushed with indignation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Save it,” Carla snapped. “We have evidence, Nina. You’ve abused your position, and this isn’t the first time you’ve been accused of sabotaging a colleague.”Nina’s mind raced. How had they found out? She had been so careful.“As of today, you are no longer the head of the senior design team,” Carla continued. “You’ll remain a senior designer, but you’ll have no authority over other designers. Consider this your final warning.”Nina’s nails dug into her palms, but she forced herself to remain composed. “Understood,” she saMarcus froze, the words catching in his throat. His fists clenched at his sides as jealousy flared in his eyes.“Who the hell do you think you are?” Marcus finally managed to spit out, though his voice lacked its usual confidence.Alexander took another step forward, his gaze cold and unyielding. “I think I made myself clear.”Marcus wanted to say something but no word could come out of his mouth. One look from Alexander rendered him speechless and he took a step back.Sophia couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips as she watched Marcus falter under Alexander’s intense gaze. She had never seen him so afraid and powerless, and it was strangely satisfying. Her heart swelled with quiet pride as she thought, Wow, my husband is so impressive. Just one look and Marcus is already backing down. For the first time, she felt genuinely protected, like Alexander’s presence alone could shield her from the chaos Marcus brought into her life.
Sophia strolled along the lake's edge, where the crowd was moderate but lively. She found a picturesque spot and immersed herself in the view. Taking out her phone, she joined others in capturing selfies. In one of her shots, she noticed Marcus and Lila approaching. Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly resumed her activity, pretending not to see them. "Damn it, they're coming my way," she muttered under her breath. Marcus spoke first, his voice tinged with jealousy. "Sophia, where's your little toy? Has he already grown tired of you?" He seemed relieved to find her alone. Sophia remained silent, focusing on the scenery. Lila, eager to learn about Alexander's whereabouts, was displeased by Sophia's indifference. She stepped closer and asked, "Sophia, why are you ignoring us? Are you still angry?" Sophia's gaze turned icy. "Neither of you is worthy of my anger." Marcus was taken aback; he'd never seen her so cold. Regaining his composure, he offered, "Sophia, my offer still st
Lila and Marcus panicked. Her confidence wavered, and she thought Sophia was getting more and more bold. What is she up to? Marcus, on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice the aura of the woman before him. This wasn’t the timid ex-wife he once knew. There was a new fire in her eyes that made her even more stunning. For a brief moment, he wondered if he had truly lost her forever. Lila, desperate not to lose face, turned to Humphrey with pleading eyes, silently begging him to step in. Humphrey, who had enjoyed Lila’s company the night before, understood her message and shifted his attention back to Sophia. His tone was cold as he said, “And who gave you the right to air out personal matters in such a setting?” Sophia retorted, her voice unwavering, “Shouldn’t you be asking them? It’s their personal matters, not mine.” Humphrey was momentarily stunned by her sharp response, but he quickly composed himself. Switching tactics, he asked, “I doubt my family sent you an invitation.
Mark, standing tall and composed, bowed slightly. "Of course, Mrs. Evans. Your wish is my command."He turned to Humphrey, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole and said coldly. "You heard her."Humphrey nodded frantically and barked orders to the security guards. "You two, escort them out. Now!"The guards wasted no time. They grabbed Marcus and Lila, ignoring their protests and pleas."Wait! Mr. Gregg, you can't do this!" Marcus shouted, struggling against the guards. "You don’t understand, she's nothing without me!""Yes!" Lila screeched. "She’s just a fraud! You’ll regret this, Mr. Gregg!"But their words fell on deaf ears as the guards dragged them out of the venue, their desperate cries fading into the distance.Sophia stood motionless, her face unreadable, while she watched the entire scene unfold with cold detachment, her lips curling into a faint smile as the two were thrown out.She remembered Alexander's words from a few months ago: 'You might let them g
Sophia followed the waiter through a winding path lined with lush greenery, the sound of birds chirping softly in the background. The sun was warm but not scorching, and the air carried a faint scent of blooming flowers. They finally stopped at a beautiful wooden building, tucked neatly beside the natural hot springs. Steam rose gently from the springs, curling like soft whispers into the afternoon air.“This is the place, Mrs. Evans,” the waiter said with a polite smile. “Please take your time and enjoy.”Sophia thanked her and stepped inside. The interior was calm and soothing. The soft murmur of running water echoed through the space, and everything smelled of lavender and eucalyptus. A kind-faced attendant greeted her warmly.“Welcome. You’ll begin with a soak in our hot springs,” the attendant explained as she guided Sophia toward the changing area. “They’re known to work wonders for the body and mind.”Sophia wasn’t sure what to expect, but when she slipped into the steaming wat
But still, the thought of Alexander searching for another woman, someone who meant something to him made Sophia’s stomach twist painfully. Does he love her? she thought. Her fingers subconsciously tightened around her fork.After what felt like an eternity, Alexander returned. His movements were calm, his expression carefully composed, as though the tense conversation had never happened. He sat back in his seat and picked up his utensils, continuing his meal like nothing was wrong.Sophia watched him quietly, her appetite completely gone. She wanted to ask him. She wanted to demand who Karen was and why he was so desperate to find her. But the words caught in her throat, and instead, she swallowed them down like a bitter pill. It’s none of your business, she reminded herself.The rest of the meal passed in silence. Alexander didn’t say much, and Sophia didn’t push. After they finished, Alexander placed his napkin on the table and stood up.“Goodni
Sophia turned toward the voice. A tall man with sharp features and a commanding presence stood before her. Gerald Evans. She recognized him from the research she’d done on the gala. Alexander’s uncle was one of the most influential figures in the business world. “Yes,” she replied, steadying her voice. “It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Evans.” Gerald studied her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. “I’ve heard a lot about you. But we’ll talk later. For now, enjoy the evening. You’re representing the family tonight. Come with me; we’ll welcome the guests together.” Sophia followed him, her movements composed despite the knot tightening in her stomach. She greeted guests with practiced grace, names and faces blurring into a glittering sea of wealth and power. Every handshake felt like a test, every smile a thinly veiled challenge. The gala sparkled with golden lights and expensive laughter, but beneath the polish, it f
Elsewhere in the Hawthorne residence, the atmosphere was gloomy. Old Master Raphael Hawthorne and the rest of the family sat in the living room, waiting for Marcus to show up. He had been brought home late last night, drunk and wasted.Raphael turned to his son, Pablo, his stern expression sharp enough to cut glass. “Are you certain he attended the Evans gala as I instructed him?”Pablo nodded, feeling the weight of his father’s displeasure. “Yes, Dad, I’m sure. He attended but left before it ended and went straight to a nearby bar.”Raphael slammed his cane on the table, the sharp sound making everyone tremble. “So incompetent! He can’t even handle a simple task, knowing full well the future of this company rests on his shoulders.”Evelyn, Marcus’s mother, mustered the courage to speak up. “Dad, why don’t we give Marcus a chance to explain himself? Maybe it’s not as bad as it seems.”Raphael turned his cold, piercing glare on her. “If it
Back in Sadrova restaurant, Alexander emerged from the bathroom after several knocks on the door.He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door.Tim hurried in with his bag. He looked just like any other thirty-year-old guy who happened to be on duty. His white doctor’s coat was slightly creased like he’d rushed out of the hospital without a second thought. Underneath, he had on a black T-shirt and jeans, just something comfortable for a long shift. A stethoscope still hung around his neck, probably out of habit more than anything. His glasses gave him a smart, slightly serious look, but there was an easygoing air about him.“What took you so long?” Alexander asked, masking the discomfort in his body."I left my patients waiting just to come here, and you're complaining?" Tim asked casually, placing his bag on the couch.Alexander just snorted, glaring at him before making his way to the couch.Tim didn’t waste time once he saw Alexander’s condition. He quickly prepared a s
Alexander closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to look at her. Images of Sophia flooded his mind.“No, I can’t let this happen. I won’t,” he muttered, biting his lower lip hard as if the pain would fight off the drug’s effect.He struggled to wake up again, pushing Jessica away. She tried to resist but this time, Alexander shoved her harder, and she fell from the bed.He didn't even spare her a glance; he quickly bent toward the bedside table, grabbed his phone, and staggered out of the room.He struggled to walk in the hallway, holding on to the wall for support.When he reached the next suite, he found a couple holding each other as they were about to make their way in.The man opened the door with a gentlemanly smile, signaling to the lady to get in first.Before the woman could react, Alexander snatched the room card and staggered inside leaving the words, “Sorry, I need to use the room.”Before the man could react, he had already locked the door from the inside.“Damn it!” The man
Meanwhile, back in Hawthorne's ancestral home, Marcus knocked on his grandpa's bedroom, casually tucking his other hand into his pants pocket.After Raphael murmured from inside, he pushed the door open and walked inside. The room was dimly lit, with a bedside lamp casting a soft amber glow over the space. The air held a comforting mix of lavender and woody from the old oak furniture.A large, neatly made bed stood against the far wall, its thick duvet turned down slightly, perhaps he was ready for bedtime.An antique clock ticked quietly on the wall, and a pair of slippers sat perfectly aligned by the edge of a plush rug.Raphael was seated on a couch near the window with a steaming cup of tea on the small table in front of him. Despite the warmth in the room, he had a shawl draped over his shoulders, and the lines on his face seemed deeper under the soft light.He seemed to have aged more since the last time Marcus saw him. “Grandpa,” he greeted.“Sit,” Raphael said, pointing at t
Chapter 124: Alexander's Helpless Alexander’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. The tension in the room grew so thick that it felt like the air itself was pressing down on everyone. Mark turned to him apologetically, “Sorry, boss, I will...” “It's okay. You can go.” Alexander cut him off coldly. Then he added, “Mark, you can take your leave. You will be rewarded for today." He had just remembered it was supposed to be Mark's off day. “Thank you, boss.” Mark nodded happily before walking out, knowing that his boss didn't blame him. Bullock swallowed hard as he stood up to face Jessica. “Miss Jason, whatever deal we had with your father is being handled by my secretary. Please go speak to her,” he said politely. “I just did that but she couldn't give me any substantial explanation. That's why I came to look for you,” Jessica said with a righteous voice, sounding offended. “I'll look for Mr Jason myself and give him an explanation,” Bruno said, trying to send Jessica aw
“You're the pride of the Hawthornes, my dear. That Sophia was our bad luck; Look at how we're prospering now that she's gone. My son is more accomplished now that she isn't here to drag him behind.” Evelyn clapped like a child who just won a prize, her eyes glowing with pride. She walked over to Marcus and patted his shoulder like he’d just won a major award. “I’m so proud of you, son.” “Marcus, I hope you're not still dreaming of bringing her back,” Lauren scoffed, tilting her chin up in distaste. Marcus leaned back lazily, his arms spread across the back of the couch. He smirked, brushing invisible dust from his shirt like a king making a declaration. “Sophia will be mine sooner or later..." “Marcus, you're just digging your own grave. Go see your grandpa now.” His father's angry voice came from upstairs interrupting them. “So it's true you don't believe in me, Dad. Is that why you stepped down?” Marcus turned to him with his face full of disappointment. His fathe
“Wait… why are you so quick to defend yourself?” Sophia laughed out, amused.“Well, that's because I hate slander. But you know I'm not lying, right?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders. “Yes. You two are gentlemen. The girl who ends up with you will be the luckiest,” she said, winking at Amelia.“Did you hear that?” Michael turned to Amelia proudly. “You two are impossible.” Amelia stomped her foot and walked away to hide her flushing face.***Meanwhile, Alexander watched silently as his phone disconnected. “I need to deal with Jessica quickly or it will affect my relationship with Sophia,” he muttered before walking back to the coffee shop with a resolute face. “Have you made up your mind?” he asked as he sat down. “You said you can fulfill any of my wishes, right?” Jessica asked, putting her phone on the table. “Anything within my capability,” Alexander said, leaning on his seat. “Then divorce Sophia and marry me.” She dared him. The moment the last word left her mouth, the
Back at the Eldridge International Airport, the final boarding call echoed through the terminal: “Final boarding for Flight 782 to Geniva. All remaining passengers, please proceed to Gate 14 immediately.” Jessica stood up calmly, composed, like everything was going exactly as she had planned. She picked up her handbag, adjusted her blazer slightly, and started walking toward the gate. Her assistant, clearly more nervous, hurried after her. “Miss Jason, are we boarding now? I thought …” “Just follow me and stop asking questions,” Jessica cut her coldly and walked ahead. Her heels clicked confidently against the polished floor without any hint of panic. When they reached the gate, she handed over her passport and boarding pass with a small, polite smile. The attendant scanned them and gave a quick nod. “You may proceed.” She and her assistant began walking down the jet bridge. They were only a few steps away from the plane's door when a sudden urgent voice cal
Back in Eldridge, in the backyard of Jason's estate, Rachel knelt by her flowerbed, humming a tune as she worked.She wore a flowing cream-colored dress that fluttered slightly with the breeze. A wide straw hat shielded her face, but even then, the grace in her every movement showed. Her hands, though elegant, weren’t afraid of dirt. She held a small pruning shear and gently snipped away a dried leaf from one of her prized roses.The garden was in full bloom, with roses in shades of blush and deep red, lilies standing tall and proud, and dainty white daisies dancing in the wind. It was her happy place. Every weekend, she spent at least an hour here. It was one of the few things that grounded her and made her feel like everything would be okay.She wiped her forehead with the back of her glove, smiling faintly at the progress she had made. Her flowerbed looked perfect.Just then, a servant came rushing out from the house, breathless.“Madam, Mr. Evans is here. He doesn’t look like he c
Meanwhile, back in Averia, Alexander’s car rolled to a stop outside a modest building nestled between tall sycamore trees. The sign above the gate read Happy Orphanage in faded blue paint. The walls were worn and the compound was quiet and solemn. A woman in her mid-fifties stepped out to meet him. Her hair was tied in a tight bun, streaked with gray, and her eyes held both kindness and years of experience. She wore a plain beige dress and clutched a manila folder to her chest like it held secrets. “Welcome to Happy Orphanage, Mr. Evans. We’re at your service,” she greeted warmly, with a practiced tone like someone used to formalities and farewells. Alexander nodded and followed her inside. In her office, she showed Alexander all the files related to the person he was looking for. “According to your description, this is the person who was at the orphanage and later rescued by her parents that same year,” she explained, handing over the file. Alexander took the document and fli