Do you know what happens to people who can’t pay their debts? “They don’t get to walk away. They’re sold off, dragged into places you can’t imagine. why are you not wearing matching lingerie!,What did I teach you the last time! Sophia’s life took a different turn when Her mother abandoned her in the shackles of her debt after squandering all the money she loaned from different people. Now she have to choose between options which are no better than each other to meet up with the debt.
View MoreSophia's POVMichael's words hung heavy in the air."Take off your clothes."I froze, his command piercing through the quiet confines of the car. For a moment, I considered defying him, throwing the door open, and running into the snow-covered street. But then reality came crashing down.I couldn't leave,Michael is the most powerful businessman in this city, and I can't afford to offend him.Michael was both my salvation and my obstacle. He was the only reason I wasn't drowning in debt, yet he was also the cage keeping me trapped. Even when I tried to free myself by resigning, I had no better alternative. There was no escaping from him.I smiled bitterly to myself, the gesture hollow and self-deprecating. What a pathetic existence.Michael noticed my silence, his sharp gaze unwavering. "If you refuse, I'll make things simple for you," he said, his voice cold and deliberate. "I can buy out your debt. It wouldn't take much effort."The weight of his words crushed me. My eyes filled with
Michael’s POV Snow had just started to fall as the plane touched down. The light flakes drifted lazily, covering the runway in a thin layer of white. I glanced out the window, my thoughts elsewhere. “Is it okay to leave Miss Berlick there?” my assistant, Daniel, asked as we descended the plane’s stairs. “She can return on her own,” I said flatly. Cindy had been a nuisance on this business trip, constantly seeking attention while contributing little of value. I had no patience for her games today, especially not when I had other matters to attend to. Daniel cleared his throat. “The cake you asked me to order has been picked up and placed in the car, sir.” “Good,” I replied, adjusting my coat as the cold air nipped at my face. “Drive the car to Sophia’s apartment.” Daniel didn’t question me, though I could feel his curiosity. I rarely made personal stops, and he must have wondered why I’d ended the trip early. But I wasn’t in the mood to explain. Today was Sophia’s birthda
Sophia’s POV I noticed it as soon as I reached Williams' table. The sleeve of my uniform had turned red, the fabric soaked with blood. My burn wound must have reopened when Joe grabbed my arm earlier. I tried to cover it, but Williams’s sharp eyes immediately caught the stain. “Sophia, your arm,” he said, standing abruptly. His face was full of concern, his usual calm replaced by urgency. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” “It’s fine,” I said quickly, brushing it off. “I’ll take care of it after my shift.” “No, you won’t,” he said firmly. “Come on. I will take you to the hospital.” Before I could argue, Williams was already guiding me toward the door, his hand gentle yet insistent on my back. At the hospital, the doctor unwrapped the old bandages and cleaned the wound. I winced at the sting, but I didn’t say anything. “You’re lucky this didn’t get infected,” the doctor said, glancing between Williams and me as he worked. “Your girlfriend is really strong. She hasn’
Sophia’s POV After Michael left my apartment, the silence felt heavier than usual. I was still replaying his sharp words in my mind when my phone buzzed. It was a message from Crystal. Crystal: Hey, how are you holding up? By the way, Williams asked about you earlier. He still cares, you know. I stared at the screen, unsure how to respond. Finally, I typed something vague: Me: I’m fine. Tell him thanks. Almost immediately, Crystal replied. Crystal: Fine? That’s all? Sophia, be honest. What’s going on with you two? I sighed, leaning back against the couch. I knew Crystal wouldn’t let it go, so I answered carefully. Me: Nothing. There’s nothing between us. Her reply came faster this time. Crystal: Come on, everyone from college thought you two would end up together. You liked him, and he liked you. You were practically inseparable. I shook my head, smiling faintly at the memory. Crystal wasn’t wrong. Back in college, Williams and I had been close. He was charming, thoug
Sophia’s POV Michael stood in the doorway, his broad frame filling the small space. His piercing gray eyes fixed on me, but they didn’t hold their usual detached calm. Instead, there was something sharper, colder. “Disappointed it’s me?” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Or were you hoping it was someone else?” I froze, my breath catching in my throat. His words hit like a slap, but I didn’t react. Not outwardly. What is he implying?I thought, my chest tightening. “Nothing to say?” he added, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “I suppose that’s fitting. Why explain yourself when actions speak louder?” Heat rose to my cheeks, a mix of frustration and hurt swirling inside me. I wanted to respond, to defend myself, but the words stayed lodged in my throat. What could I even say? That it wasn’t what he thought? That Williams had only stopped by because Crystal called him? No. I wasn’t going to explain. Michael wasn’t entitled to an explanation, no matter
Micheal’s Pov The restaurant was upscale and buzzing with activity when we arrived. Cindy greeted the hostess with her usual charm, and we were escorted to a table in the center of the room. As we sat, my eyes scanned the restaurant out of habit, taking in the polished décor, the murmurs of conversation, and the clinking of glasses. Then I saw her. Sophia. She moved gracefully between tables, balancing a tray with practiced ease. The restaurant uniform clung to her figure in a way that made my jaw tighten, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Several male diners turned to watch her, their gazes lingering longer than necessary. Sophia Scofield, a waitress The thought irritated me more than it should have. I had known she was resourceful, but this? This felt calculated, designed to draw attention, to provoke me. Cindy's bright laughter echoed through the restaurant, drawing attention. She tried her occasional attempts at playful conversation. But I responded with the
Michael’s POV When the email from the translation department landed in my inbox, I skimmed it out of habit, expecting another update. But one line stopped me cold: “Sophia Scofield has submitted her resignation and is proceeding to do her notice period for 1 week” I stared at the words, my chest tightening with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. Sophia wants to resign? The thought was laughable. She can’t resign. Not from me. I set the email aside, leaning back in my chair as irritation simmered beneath my calm exterior. Sophia had overstepped plain and simple. She thought she could walk away, that she could slip out of my grasp without consequence. That wasn’t how this worked. Sophia had always been dedicated, and efficient. A rare find in a sea of mediocrity. She was indispensable. Yet here she was, walking away without permission, as if her role, her connection to me, was a choice she could serve on her own terms. It wasn’t love. That was very much clear. Lo
Sophia’s POVBy the time I finished my shift, my arm throbbed relentlessly despite the makeshift bandage I’d applied at the restaurant. My exhaustion weighed heavily on me, both physical and emotional. As I trudged home, my phone buzzed with a call from Crystal. “Sophia,” her voice was immediately concerned. “I heard about what happened. Are you okay?” I sighed, clutching the phone tightly. “I’m fine, Crystal. It’s just a burn. I’ll take care of it.” “No, you won’t,” she replied firmly. “You’re going to the hospital. I’m picking you up in five minutes. Don’t argue with me.” True to her word, Crystal arrived in a flurry of determination, ushering me into her car and driving me to the nearest hospital. The hospital visit was quick. The doctor cleaned the burn, applied a soothing ointment, and wrapped my arm in a fresh bandage. “It’s a second-degree burn, but it should heal well if you take care of it,” the doctor explained. Crystal hovered by my side, her protective energy a
Sophia’s POVThe resignation letter felt like both a liberation and a concession. I stared at it for a long moment before finally gathering the courage to walk it over to my manager’s office. My hand was steady as I knocked on the door, though my chest felt tight with every breath. “Come in,” my manager called, her voice calm and composed. I stepped inside, the letter clutched tightly in my hand. “I’d like to submit my resignation,” I said, placing the envelope on her desk. Her brows lifted in surprise. “Sophia, are you sure about this? You’ve been an asset to the team.” I nodded, keeping my tone polite but firm. “Yes, I’ve decided it’s time for me to move on.” She sighed, glancing down at the letter before nodding. “Very well. You’ll need to complete the one-week notice period and hand over your work to your replacement.” “Of course,” I replied, offering a small smile. As I left her office, a strange sense of relief washed over me. One more week. That was all I had to
Sophia’s POV When I heard the news that Michael Mahone would be engaged to an heiress next week, he was in my bed, buried deep inside me. The television in my living room had been murmuring in the background all evening, though I hadn’t paid much attention to it. But the words “Mahone Group,” spoken in the sharp voice of the anchor, caught my ear. I tilted my head toward the screen, my breathing still erratic from the exertion of our coupling. “Michael Mahone, CEO of Mahone Group, is set to announce his engagement to heiress Cindy Berlick next week. This marks the merger of two major business empires, one of the most anticipated unions in the industry.” He sat at the edge of my bed, his shirt still unbuttoned, tie draped around his neck, the way he always looked after sex controlled, indifferent, and frustratingly unaffectedI stared at the TV, my body tense,my pulse quickeningHe shifted, fixing his cufflinks as if the announcement were no more important than the weather. “I’
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