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
Sophia exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of her mother’s question settle over her. Catherine’s tired yet penetrating gaze bore into her as if peeling away her attempts to be vague. She wanted to keep the details about Alexander private for now because she hardly knew if he was trustworthy herself. But her mother knew her too well; there was no escaping. Her voice softened. “Mom, I... It's just a friend,” she began, choosing her words carefully, her tone measured. “A good friend who helped me.” Catherine’s brows knitted together in that familiar, knowing way, even in her weakened state. “A friend who’s done so much? Come on, Sophia. Tell me, is it a man?” Sophia flushed, quickly averting her gaze. Ethan, catching his sister’s discomfort, chimed in. “Mom, let’s just trust Soph, okay? Besides, anything’s better than being tied to that scumbag Marcus and his family” Sophia shot him a grateful look, appreciating the lifeline. She knew her family’s love was deep, even if they didn’t
“What guy, Marcus?” Lauren asked, raising an eyebrow. Marcus’s face twisted with frustration. “I don’t know. I’ve been trying to force Sophia back on my terms, but somehow, someone keeps getting in my way.” Evelyn’s gaze softened slightly with pity. “Marcus, you were her husband. Although I don't know why Dad insists you get her back, it shouldn’t be that hard for you. But whoever is helping her must have significant influence if they can act so quickly. And that is if it's the same person” Lauren rolled her eyes, her tone mocking. “Please. Vision Care is one of the most reputable hospitals in the country. They wouldn’t let anyone ruin their reputation. We were just unlucky, that’s all.” Marcus’s shoulders relaxed, but there was a flicker of something unsettling in his gaze. “But why is Sophia always this lucky?” He shook his head, deep in thought. This was my opportunity to force her back and she just got lucky? Evelyn interrupted his thoughts with a wry smile and her tone d
“Marcus, what do you want?” Her tone was guarded, clipped. “Sophia, please stop ignoring me,” Marcus’s voice was pleading, and his desperation was evident. “I… I need to talk to you. I can’t stop thinking about what we had. Can’t we… can’t we try again?” Sophia’s fingers tightened around the phone. “We’re already done, Marcus. You know that.” He tried again, his voice growing even more insistent. “Sophia, I’m willing to give you anything you want. I’ll change, I swear. Grandpa even agreed to give you shares in the company if you’ll just…” “I’m not interested,” she interrupted with disdain in her voice. “You could offer me your entire company, and it wouldn’t make a difference.” There was a pause, and then Marcus’s voice softened. “Please, Sophia. Just… can we at least meet and talk? I’ll do anything.” She was about to reject the suggestion when Alexander gave a curt nod, indicating that she should agree. Sophia was shocked but complied, “Fine,” she replied, resigned. “Whe
Alexander helped Sophia into his car, his arms wrapped protectively around her as he guided her gently into the seat. She leaned against him, her fingers drifting over his chest. The drug's effect had taken full hold now; her gaze was unfocused, her eyes glazed with a yearning she couldn’t seem to control. "Alexander… please, I feel so hot…" she whispered breathily, looking up at him with a longing that made her reach up to touch his face, her fingers tracing his jawline. A soft murmur escaped her lips, her face drawing closer. "Help me… please." He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought his own desire. Her touch was electric, sending a shiver down his spine, but he knew her state. He couldn’t take advantage of her, no matter how tempting it was. The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, catching sight of Sophia pressing herself against his boss, whispering incoherently as she kissed his neck. Alexander shot a sharp glare toward him, catching his eyes. "One more loo
Sophia blinked slowly, adjusting to the soft light filtering into the room. She felt the unfamiliar comfort of the bed beneath her and noted the elegant ceiling with its polished chandelier, far too refined for her usual surroundings. Sunlight slipped through sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns across the floor. Her heart pounded as she took in her surroundings, trying to piece together how she’d ended up here. Memories from the previous night were foggy, just flashes at best. A note on the bedside table caught her eye. Reaching over, her hand shook slightly as she picked it up. The handwriting was cold, detached, yet unmistakably his. “Sorry for putting you in danger. I'll make them pay heavily.” “Your breakfast will be ready when you wake up. The car will be waiting outside.” It was Alexander’s writing. She smiled at first, but then, a rush of memories struck like lightning, freezing her expression. Fragmented memories began to surface: going with Alexander to meet his
Sophia left the hotel and upon reaching the exit, she found a driver waiting. When he saw her, he got out of the car and motioned for her to get in. “Mrs Evans, please get in.” “Thank you.” She thanked him hopping into the car before adding. “I'm going to visit my mom.” The driver nodded and started the car towards the Vision Care hospital. 40 minutes later the car pulled off at the gate of the hospital. She got out and thanked the driver before rushing inside. She walked into her mother's room and saw her at the edge of the bed, looking healthier than she’d seen her in weeks. Sophia was filled with warmth and relief as she observed her. The usual pallor on her face was replaced with a healthier hue, and her eyes sparkled with a strength that hadn’t been there before. "Mom, you’re looking amazing!" Sophia beamed as she leaned down to hug her mother, who squeezed her tightly. "That’s what I’ve been saying to these doctors. I’m perfectly fine now, and it’s high time they l
Alexander kept quiet, unsure of where to start or, rather, how to start.But Sophia wasn't in a hurry; she just stood there, watching him.“Can we talk somewhere else?” he asked cautiously, glancing at Amelia.“I'll be inside. Call me if you need anything.” Catching on his hesitation, Amelia interjected, tapping Sophia on her shoulder.Sophia nodded appreciatively.As soon as Amelia went inside, the air between them felt heavier. Alexander stepped closer, his shoes barely making a sound.He wanted to reach out and hold her in his arms, to make sure she was still his, but he stopped himself. Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to ignore the pull in his chest.“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone to meet Jessica,” he admitted.“Was it the reason you were unreachable when Mr Egerton needed your signature?” Sophia asked, staring daggers at him.Alexander was shocked! Oh no, what a terrible coincidence.“What do you mean, sweetheart? I had a meeting at Evans Towers at that
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