why are you not on matching lingerie!,!!What did I teach you the last time! You are such a stubborn girl. 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 they can’t imagine. 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 POV"Drive straight to the penthouse. I want to teach this little girl here a lesson." Micheal commanded theo.I didn't know whether to feel apprehensive or intrigued, but I chose to remain silent, glancing at him from the corner of my eye as Theo obediently turned the car onto a quiet, private road.When we pulled up to the building, my jaw almost dropped. It wasn't just a penthouse; it was a masterpiece. The towering structure gleamed under the moonlight, its design was as elegant as it was imposing.Entering the penthouse was like stepping into a dream. Everything inside sparkled, polished floors, enormous chandeliers, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a royal palace."So, Michael has this type of property," I murmured under my breath, unable to hide my amazement.The moment we stepped inside, Michael said to the housekeeper, "Run her a bubble bath. Make sure it's perfect. And set up the best dinner you've ever prepared." I don’t want excuses The housekeeper
Sophia’s POVThe tension in the meeting room was observable, the kind that made every sound, every flip of a paper, every click of a pen feel amplified. I sat stiffly in my chair, keeping my focus entirely on the French client seated across from Mr mahone. Their discussion was centered on social media improvement and management, with the client keen on investing heavily in Mahone Industries to boost productivity and outreach. The client, a middle-aged man named Alain Bernard, spoke rapidly in French, outlining his company’s vision. He used big, sweeping hand gestures to emphasize his points, and I worked tirelessly to translate each word. My voice was calm despite Michael’s harsh attitude towards me. When I first started learning French, I never imagined it would lead to moments like this sitting in a high-profile meeting, seamlessly bridging the language gap for someone like Michael Mahone. And, I didn’t attend any prestigious school of languages or take fancy classes abroad. My
Sophia’s POVThe mid-afternoon sun was hot,as I stepped outside the café, the laughter I shared with Charles was still lingering in my chest. It had been a good day,better than most. I was in no rush to get back to my apartment or even think about work, so I hailed a taxi, thinking I’d take the scenic route home. As I opened the car door, my phone buzzed insistently in my purse. With a sigh, I fished it out, noticing Laura’s name flashing on the screen. My good mood dimmed. What could she possibly want? “Hello?” I answered, already bracing myself. “Mr. Mahone said you need to report to the office immediately,” Laura’s voice came through, sharp and condescending. “What? I took permission to be out today,” I shot back, irritation creeping into my tone. Laura let out an exaggerated sigh. “Whatever. Some investors just came in, and Mr. Mahone needs a translator. Apparently, it’s urgent.” I frowned, my confusion deepening. “But I don’t work in the translation department anymore
Sophia’s POVAs I prepared for the day. A text notification popped up on my phone just as I finished dressing. It was from Charles. Charles: "Hey Sophia, looking forward to catching up! The café’s called Roastery Bliss on Easton Avenue. See you at noon."I stared at the message, a wave of warmness spread through me. It felt surreal to reconnect with someone who knew me before life became so... complicated. I glanced at the clock. It was only 10 a.m., but I had taken the morning off to ensure I’d be on time. It wasn’t like me to prioritize anything over work, but Charles is just someone who I would like to speak to over and over again forever if I have to.The café was a quaint, cozy spot nestled in the heart of Easton Avenue. Its glass walls reflected the bustling street outside, while the inside exuded calm a mix of warm wooden furniture, hanging plants, and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I spotted Charles immediately. He was seated by a window, his tall frame slightl
Sophia’s POVThe mall echoed with the chatter of shoppers and the murmur of soft music playing overhead. Michael and I had come to restock some office essentials that had run out, and, as always, he was all business. His movements were brisk, while I followed a step behind, juggling a basket overflowing with notebooks, printer cartridges, and enough pens to last a year. “Is that everything?” Michael asked as we stood near the stationery hall. “I think so,” I replied, glancing at the list on my phone. “Good. Let’s pay and get out of here,” he said.We began walking toward the checkout counter when a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks. “Sophia?” I turned sharply, my eyes widening as I saw a man standing just a few feet away. He was tall and lean, with kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled. It took me a second to recognize him, but when I did, I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face. “Charles?” I gasped, dropping everything I was holding. The b
Sophia’s POVThe morning started like any other day . I decided to distract myself with chores, starting with organizing the paperwork cluttering my dining table. Bills, notes, and work documents were strewn everywhere, and I carefully stacked them into neat piles. That’s when I saw the balance statement from Cindy’s debt company. I froze, my eyes fixating on the bold print: *$248,000.* It mocked me, a constant reminder of my entrapment. Cindy’s manipulation had turned my already dire situation into a waking nightmare. No matter how much I paid, the balance never seemed to shrink. With a deep breath, I shoved the paper to the bottom of the pile. There was no use dwelling on it now. A knock on the door startled me. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and for a brief moment, my mind flashed to the black roses and the shadowy figure from the grocery store. Cautiously, I approached the door. “Who is it?” “It’s Crystal.” Relief flooded through me as I opened the door. Crystal stood th
Sophia’s POV I was leaving Michael’s office late in the evening after finalizing a report when I noticed a small piece of paper tucked under my windshield wiper. At first, I thought it was some sort of flyer, but as I unfolded it, my heart sank. “Be careful who you trust.”There was no name, no context, just those five words scrawled in a messy, almost frantic handwriting. I glanced around the dimly lit parking lot, half-expecting someone to jump out of the shadows. But there was nothing. Shaking off the unease, I crumpled the note and tossed it into the nearest trash can. “Probably some weirdo,” I muttered to myself, trying to convince myself it meant nothing. The feeling of unease didn’t go away. A few nights later, I was working late again, organizing files in the translation department. The office was quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by silence. I was so absorbed in my task that it wasn’t until I looked up that I noticed the shadow. It flickered just beyond t
Cindy’s POV I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting the Gold necklace around my neck. It complimented my light gray silk blouse and tailored trousers perfectly, a sophisticated yet approachable look, exactly what Mrs. Mahone appreciated. Today was important, not just for me, but for my family. My mother, Mrs. Berlick, was accompanying me to visit Michael’s mother, and I needed everything to go flawlessly. “Cindy, have you picked up the wine yet?” my mother’s voice carried down the hallway, sharp and commanding. I grabbed my bag and joined her in the living room. She looked as elegant as ever in a navy dress.“No, Mother,” I replied. “I was about to head to the wine store now.” “Good,” she said, smoothing her gloves. “Make sure it’s from Viña El Cielo. Three bottles, at least. Anything less wouldn’t be appropriate for Mrs. Mahone.” “Of course,” I said, already making a mental note. “And don’t forget,” she added, her tone dropping slightly, “this visit is about solidifying
Sophia’s POV I was at my desk, focused on a report, when I noticed Cindy gliding toward me. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor. “Sophia,” she said sweetly, resting her manicured hand on the edge of my desk. Her tone dripped with faux kindness, but her eyes gleamed with malice. “Cindy,” I replied cautiously, setting my pen down. “I was going over the recent transactions for my company,” she began, leaning closer. “And I noticed your last payment,two thousand dollars, wasn’t it?” I froze, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. Cindy’s smile widened, her voice lowering to a mockingly sympathetic tone. “Out of two hundred fifty thousand dollars, I must say, I’m... unimpressed.” I clenched my fists under the desk, willing myself to stay calm. “I know you’re trying your best,” she continued, her tone sharper now, “but let me remind you of the terms you signed. If you don’t keep up, you know what happens next. And I think we both know you don’t want that.” He
Sophia’s POV “There are only two rules Sophia,” Micheal said with his eyes fixed on mine “one, don't fall in love with me, two don't get pregnant !” This words were on replay in my head each time I was with Mr Michael Mahone. When I heard the news that he would be engaged to an heiress the following week, he was in my bed, buried deep inside me. The television in my 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.” After we finished, he sat at the edge of my bed, his shirt still unbuttoned, tie draped around his neck, only his belt wa...
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