Sophia stood at the door to her mother's hospital room, taking a last look at her resting figure. Ethan had left a few minutes ago, promising to check in later, but she lingered a moment longer, watching her mother's chest rise and fall with every breath. Relief washed over her, knowing the worst of the surgery was behind them."Goodbye, Mom," she whispered, as though the words could reach her. She glanced back one last time and then quietly stepped out, her heart still heavy from the news she hadn't yet shared. The divorce was a chapter she'd managed to keep quiet, not out of shame, but out of the desire to protect her mother from more worry than she could bear. Sophia had lost so much, but now, in her mother's recovery, she felt a small piece of herself begin to mend.Outside the hospital, the air was warm with a gentle breeze, and for the first time in a while, she felt like she could breathe. As she walked down the busy street, her mind wandered to Alexander. Their arrangement was
Alexander nodded, his gaze fixed on his plate. "It changes you. It hardens you, in ways you don't realize until it's too late." They fell into a comfortable silence after that, each lost in their own memories, their own thoughts. The meal went on in silence as Alexander was enjoying his meal and Sophia didn't know what to say. She ate quietly watching him from the side. When they were done, Alexander stood up glancing at her, his usual guarded expression softened. "Thank you… for the dinner." She looked up, surprised, "It's nothing." She watched as he turned around heading to his study. A soft smile formed on her lips as she cleaned up the table. Back at the Hawthorne estate, Marcus pulled up to the family mansion, an imposing structure with high stone walls and ivy snaking along its aging facade. Though grand, its muted elegance couldn't rival the timeless opulence of Alexander's Valmere. It was a place rooted in tradition, every corner laden with Hawthorne pride and a rigid
Raphael's face hardened into a mask of unreadable emotion. "You're not meant to understand," he replied curtly. "Just know that Sophia's place in this family was deliberate. And now, you've jeopardized everything with your selfishness." Marcus's fists clenched at his sides, shame and resentment burning in his veins. He wanted to argue, to protest, but he felt like a child, chastised and powerless under Raphael's gaze. "You will fix this," Raphael said, his tone as cold as steel. "Find a way to get Sophia back. Do whatever it takes." A mixture of defiance and fear simmered within Marcus. He had always been his grandfather's puppet, forced to dance to his whims, but this command stung deeper than the others. Yet part of him couldn't deny the appeal of having Sophia back, reclaiming her as something that belonged to him. "Yes, Grandpa," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I'll bring her back." "Good," Raphael replied, a faint flicker of approval crossing his face. "Do not fa
Sophia's face blushed as she explained, “Well, we both needed each other's help so we made a deal.” She saw the worry etched on her friend's face and quickly explained what happened before adding. “Don't worry, Alexander might be cold but he has been nothing but nice to me. He is a good man.” Amelia's face softened again; she grinned at her, “Hey girl, why are you so lucky? He must be a big shot the way you described him and his house.” She added winking at her, “Tell me, is he handsome? The way I see your face, you must have already fallen for him.” Sophia's face blushed deeper and she couldn't believe her friend. She defended herself, “I'm not, and stop it, Amelia. I'm not telling you more, you better give up.” Amelia mock-sighed, crossing her arms. “Fine. Keep your secrets. But you know I’m dying over here, right?” Sophia chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee just as the entrance bell chimed. Her gaze flicked up casually and immediately froze. Entering the cafe, with the haug
Sophia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I…I don’t want this either! Can’t you just ask them to leave?” He shook his head, his expression hard. “Not my job to clean up after the likes of you. You made your bed; now lie in it. I suggest you figure out your own problems and take them somewhere else.” She could feel her face flushing with frustration and anger. This man didn’t even know her, yet he was casting her out like she was dirt. “Fine,” she whispered, barely able to find her voice. “I understand.” The owner huffed and turned away, muttering something under his breath. Sophia took a step back, feeling a dizzying mix of helplessness and anger welling up inside her. Outside, the reporters were still crowded around, their cameras ready, waiting like vultures for her to reappear. She felt a surge of panic. Where could she go? There was nowhere to hide, and she couldn’t face them. Not like this. *** Meanwhile, across town, Marcus lounged in a dimly lit hotel suite, lazily scrolling t
But before they could flood him with more questions, Marcus turned back to his car, cursing. He shut the door with a slam and sped away, his face tense and brooding. Inside the Rolls Royce, Sophia turned to her rescuer, her voice soft and tentative. “Thank you… Mr. Evans,” she said, unsure of how to address him. “Alexander,” he corrected her coolly, his gaze fixed ahead. “Just Alexander.” She nodded, her cheeks warming under the intensity of his presence. She’d known he was a powerful man, but sitting here beside him, she could feel the weight of that power in the air. There was an edge to his silence, a sense of control that made her feel both safe and unsettled. Then, his voice cut through the quiet, startling her. “Who am I to you, Sophia?” She blinked, caught off guard. “Um… my husband,” she replied, the words awkward on her lips. “Then why didn’t you call me when you needed help?” His tone was calm, but there was an undercurrent of reprimand that made her shrink slight
One comment after another showed a wave of public support for Sophia. People sympathized with her and were appalled by the Hawthornes’ behavior. The Hawthorne company’s stock plummeted as investors and the public alike turned their backs on the scandal-ridden siblings. *** In his study, Raphael Hawthorne was nearly shaking with rage as he read through the flood of articles and comments. “What a disgrace!” he growled, slamming his fist on the table. His calloused knuckles turned white with tension. “I won’t have the Hawthorne name dragged through the mud like this.” He turned, barking orders at his assistant. “Get Marcus and Lauren here. Now.” As if remembering something, he asked, “Has Pablo arrived from his trip?” “Mr Hawthorne will be arriving soon Sir.” The butler replied. “Let him see me immediately. I want him to take care of his children's mess.” He commanded. *** Meanwhile, back at Valmere, Sophia was scrolling through her phone, her heart racing as she saw
The male doctor smirked, his expression uncaring. “This is the best hospital in the city for surgeries. Your mother has overstayed her welcome.” Sophia’s blood boiled at the callousness in their voices. She stepped forward, her eyes blazing. “What’s going on here?” she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady. “Why are you chasing my mom out?” The nurse scoffed. “Your mother has been here long enough. She needs to leave.” “This is a hospital where patients should stay as long as they pay their bills. As far as I know, we've been paying our bills as required. What right do you have to chase us out?” Sophia challenged. The nurse was momentarily stunned, unsure of how to retort. The male doctor chimed in, “Look, miss, we have rules here, and as the best hospital for surgeries in the city, we can't allow patients to stay over a month. What will happen to other patients lining up for surgeries too?” He sounded so righteous and Sophia couldn't believe it. “It is also stipulated by
Finally, Alexander decided to get some rest and wait for tomorrow to go find Sophia. But his mind wandered to his friend Michael Jordan. The Jordan family was the pioneer in cutting-edge technologies, investing in almost everything from advanced robotics to aerospace engineering. They had built a tech empire under the leadership of old master Jordan and were well respected for their strategic ventures that pushed the boundaries of invention. But for Michael, that wasn’t enough. Born into a family that thrived on technological progress, his ambition still outpaced even their expectations. From a young age, he wanted to create his own projects and not just within the confines of the family business. His projects were always bold and demanding, requiring massive capital for developments. The good thing was that he had a keen eye for projects with the potential to reshape current and future technology.He had developed cutting-edge AI systems, quantum computing, and next-gen encryp
Suddenly, a group of men in black suits emerged from the shadows, their movements swift and deliberate.Their presence was subtle yet commanding, like a storm brewing in the distance.Before Marcus or his bodyguards could react, swift and precise strikes took them down.The air shifted, and in an instant, Marcus’s moment to shine was completely overturned.Groaning in pain, he barely had time to process what had just happened.One of the men turned to Amelia and gave a respectful nod. "Get Madam out of here."Amelia didn’t have time to register what had just happened. She simply nodded and led Sophia to the car.As she sped away, she stole one last glance in the rearview mirror. The mighty Marcus Hawthorne was brought to his knees. About time! She smiled, wishing Sophia was sober to witness the scene. If they weren't in a hurry, she would have stopped to take a picture.By the time Marcus regained his senses, Amelia’s car was long gone.He got up with the help of his bodyguards, who
The woman looked at Sophia, unable to hide the shock in her eyes.Just as she was about to respond, a speeding car screeched next to them.“Be careful,” she warned before vanishing into the darkness.The front door of the car opened and a burly man stepped out, opening the back door.Amelia, who was about to lead Sophia to her car, paused to look at the newcomer.“Could it be your husband?” she asked Sophia who was leaning on her shoulders.“Let's go. I don't wan’ to… see him.” Sophia said, urging Amelia to lead her to the car.Amelia nodded, agreeing with Sophia. Why did it take him so long to show up?Amelia was more disappointed with Alexander and she turned around without sparing the car another glance.But when they took two steps, a voice came from behind startling both women.“Sophia, sorry I'm late. I came as soon as I heard you were in danger.”Sophia froze as her mind cleared slightly, recognizing the voice.“Marcus?” she asked, turning around to confirm.Sure enough, Marcus
Back at The Last Stop Bar, Sophia was still drinking, her eyes glassy and her words slightly slurred. Amelia, sitting beside her, had been trying to coax her into leaving for the past hour. “Bestie, you’ve had enough. We should leave,” she said, gently placing a hand on Sophia’s arm. Sophia blinked lazily, pushing the glass away from her lips. “No... I can take a… few more drinks… Amelia.” Amelia stared in disbelief. Sophia was already slurring, yet she wanted more. With a sigh, she reached for the glass and pushed it further out of her reach. “Come on, let’s go,” she said, her voice firmer this time. Reluctantly, Sophia nodded. “Fine, but I don’t want to see him.” Amelia bit her lip, glancing around the bar. She knew who she was referring to but where else should she drop her?
Meanwhile, in Jessica's private villa, she sat smugly, her manicured fingers resting against her cheeks as she savored the chaos she had caused.Two servants were giving her a massage and she closed her eyes to relish the moment.Her assistant had been pacing outside, waiting for permission to enter.Jessica had specifically given the order that no one should disturb her.Two hours later, she signaled for her assistant to get in.The assistant hurried in nervously.“What's it? Didn't I say I don't need you around until tomorrow?” Jessica snapped.She wanted a peaceful evening, yet this girl had been standing there for hoursIf I weren’t in such a good mood, I’d have her punished for standing outside that long.“Miss Jason, the news was pulled down.” the assistant reported cautiously.“What?” Jessica snapped, sitting up straight, her eyes turning cold.“Didn’t I tell you to use however much money you needed to make it trend until tomorrow?” She asked angrily.“We tried, Miss Jason. But
Amelia reached across the table and held her hand. There was nothing more to say.The alcohol might dull the pain for a while, but it could never truly heal her heart.She knew this had to be a misunderstanding, but where was Alexander? As Sophia's husband, shouldn't he be here to clear things up?***Back at the other end of the city, the man in question was rushing frantically through the city.After failing to locate Sophia at the office, he had driven like a madman to Sophia’s old apartment.Nothing.His chest felt like it was being crushed with every second she remained missing. He could feel the world slipping from beneath his feet.Worse still was the fact that Gerald was in the shadows and Larry might take action if he gets a perfect opportunity.In desperation, he rushed to the villa where Catherine and Ethan lived. He knocked urgently, barely containing his panic.Catherine opened the door, her face lighting up when she saw him."Alex! Come in! How are you?" she greeted war
Meanwhile, in Alexander’s Office… He had returned in a rush, still angry with Jessica.He hadn’t even spent three minutes in the hotel room. The moment he saw Jessica waiting for him, he knew something was off.She had danced around the topic of Gerald, offering no substantial information. It had been a waste of time, and he’d left almost immediately.Now, standing in his office, his assistant, Mark, rushed in, holding a tablet.“Boss, you need to see this,” Mark said, handing it over.Alexander stared at the screen, his heart dropping into his stomach.The headlines were everywhere. Photos of him and Jessica entering the hotel room together were plastered across every major news outlet.The captions were even worse, speculating about their relationship and hinting at an affair.Alexander’s grip tightened on the tablet. His jaw clenched. "Damn it!" he muttered, his pulse racing.He hadn’t done anything wrong, but the media had already made their own narrative.And now, the entire wor
“No progress so far. We’ve used up most of our resources, but still no lead,” Mark reported regretfully.“That old man is getting more cunning,” Alexander said, gritting his teeth.“What should we do, boss?” Mark asked, understanding the grimness of the matter.“Keep searching. Don't leave any stone unturned,” He ordered.Mark nodded and exited the office.Alexander was about to get back to his work when his phone vibrated from the table.He checked and saw a WhatsApp message from an unknown number."I have some information about Gerald. Meet me in room 203 at the Grand Royale Hotel. You have thirty minutes."Alexander hesitated, staring at the message.Gerald was a constant thorn in his side, and any information about him was valuable.Mark just confirmed that there was no progress despite searching for a long time.The message tempted him.Still, this could easily be a trap. His thumb hovered over the screen as he typed back:"Who are you, and why should I trust you?"The reply came
“He has confirmed I can sign on his behalf,” Sophia said.“Great! Let’s get this done,” Drake said with a triumphant grin, quickly masking it with a casual nod.He slid the papers across the desk toward her, and she scanned them carefully.Indeed the documents were about the competition. Having confirmed everything, she picked up the pen and signed her name.When she finished the last signature, Drake slid another document toward her.'Don't forget our copy for records," he added."Sophia nodded and glanced briefly at the other papers.She didn’t feel the need to scrutinize the details again. After all, Drake was Alexander’s trusted friend, and she had her husband’s blessing.With one swift motion, she signed her name again and handed the contract back to Drake.“Thank you so much, Sophia. You’ve saved us from missing a big opportunity,” Drake said, his tone genuinely appreciative.Sophia stood and smiled. “No problem. I’m glad I could help.”“Nice. And I wish you all the best in that