Sophia’s POVReturning to the company as Mr Mahone’s secretary was far from easy. Everyone in the office had already been gossiping about Mr Mahone and Ms. Berlick’s delayed engagement, and now my presence only fueled their speculation. Some murmured that I had something to do with the delay. Others whispered that I was Mr Mahone’s mistress and the reason for his reluctance. The rumors were relentless, but I had learned to ignore them. My reputation was already tainted by my association with Mr Mahone, and no amount of denial or indifference would stop people from talking. But rumors weren’t what troubled me the most. It was Laura. Laura works in the Secretary office and has been a thorn on my flesh since my return. Laura was the kind of person who demanded attention without even trying. She had just graduated from college the year before, and it showed in her energy and enthusiasm. Everything about her was youthful, her bright, eager eyes, her bubbly personality, and
Sophia’s POV “Do you know about Sophia? ” one of them said, his voice growing clearer as they discussed and my name happened in their conversation did caught my attention. I hesitated, torn between continuing my work and getting up to leave. I wasn’t one to listen to gossip, but something about their tone kept me rooted to the spot. “Yeah,” the second man replied. “The newbee to the secretary office. I heard she was invited by our dear Mr. Cold Face boss . Can you believe it? Mr. Mahone would ask for a woman by himself all those years. ” I gripped the screwdriver tightly, the metal biting into my palm. “What are you talking about?” the first man asked, “But he was going to engage to Cindy Berlick “Everyone knows Mr Mahone canceled that big project with Ms Berlick’s company, right?” the second man said, his voice tinged with drama. “Apparently, Ms. Berlick found out it had something to do with Sophia Scofield. Words is, Mr Mahone did it to protect her!” The first man let ou
Sophia’s POVI stared at Ms Berlick’s message, my mind spinning.The message from her lingered in my mind like an unwanted shade, following me everywhere I went. She had bought my debt. My freedom, as fragile as it had been, now it rested entirely in her hands. Why does she even know about this? I thought, gripping my phone tightly. The fact that Ms Berlick had discovered something so personal and acted on it sent a chill down my spine. I could barely handle Mr Mahone’s overpowering control in my life. Now, I had Ms Berlick too. But there was no denying the reality,Ms Berlick now held the key to my financial freedom. And instead of breaking free from my entanglements with Michael, I had unknowingly stepped into something far worse,a deeper and more dangerous connection with Cindy. I had thought that paying off my debt would be a way out, and a light at the end of the tunnel. But now, it was a prison I couldn’t escape. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that the day I wa
Sophia’s POVWhen I stepped into the bridal shop, Ms Berlick greeted me with her usual gentle smile. Her expression was warm, almost welcoming, but after overhearing my colleagues’ conversation earlier, I knew better than to trust her. That smile, once disarming, now felt like a mask hiding something far more dangerous. Ms Berlick’s kindness wasn’t genuine it was calculated, a tool she wielded to manipulate and control. I couldn’t forget how close I had come to ruin because of her. Whatever she wanted from me now, it certainly wasn’t to befriend me. “Sophia,” Ms Berlick said, her voice soft and inviting. “I’m so glad you could make it.” I forced a polite smile. “You didn’t leave me much of a choice.” Ms Berlick chuckled, brushing off my remark as if it were a joke. She motioned toward the middle-aged woman standing beside her, dressed in a tailored navy dress that exuded wealth. “Allow me to introduce you,” Ms Berlick said. “This is Mrs. Mahone.” The name struck me like
Sophia’s POVI woke up early, with the intention of rounding up the files Mr Mahone had sent me last night.I had just poured myself a cup of coffee to start the day when a loud knock at the door startled me.Putting down the cup of coffee, I walked to the door, my heart was pounding,who could be at my door this early, I wasn’t expecting anyone. Standing on the other side was a courier, a man dressed in a pristine uniform holding a large rectangular package wrapped in brown paper. “Miss Scofield?” he asked. I nodded. “This is for you,” he said, handing me the package. “For me?” I frowned, taking the surprisingly heavy item. “Yes, ma’am. Delivery instructions were prepaid. Have a good day.” Before I could ask further, he was gone. I carried the package to my kitchen table. I was so curious to know what was inside and,Who could have sent me something this big? The brown paper gave way easily under my hands, and the painting beneath it made me freeze. A pearl necklace
Michael’s Pov The day had been long, filled with endless meetings and the type of business negotiations that required more patience than I was willing to give. By the time I arrived at the townhouse Cindy and I sometimes shared for appearances, all I wanted was silence.Instead, I walked into something I hadn't prepared for.Cindy was waiting for me, draped in a silky robe that barely covered anything. She stood near the bar, with a glass of wine in her hand and a cozy smile on her lips."You're home late," she purred, her tone dripping with intention.I didn't respond immediately, shrugging off my suit jacket and hanging it over a chair."There was work to do," I said shortly, already sensing where this was heading.Cindy's smile widened, "You work too hard, baby. You need to relax."Her hand grazed my arm, but I stepped away, heading toward the bedroom to change."I'm fine," I said, my voice cold.Cindy followed, undeterred by my dismissal."You've been so distant lately," she sa
Sophia’s POV The elevator opened, Laura and I stepped in, the steel doors closing with a soft hiss. I focused on the floor indicator above the doors, determined to ignore her presence. But Laura, ever the opportunist, couldn’t let a moment of peace go by without trying to needle me. “You know,” she began, with a casual voice, “people talk about you a lot in the office.” I stiffened slightly, as my fingers gripped the folder in my hands. “Do they?” “Oh, yes,” Laura said, nodding as if she were sharing some harmless office gossip. “It’s hard not to, given how close you are to Mr Mahone.” I turned my head to look at her, with a sharp gaze. “And what exactly are they saying?” Laura smirked, tilting her head in mock innocence. “Oh, nothing bad. Just that Mr Mahone seems to have a... soft spot for you. Must be nice, having the boss’s attention.” Her words hit their mark, but I refused to let her see it. “If you have something to say, Laura, just say it,” I replied, keeping my
Sophia’s POV Williams called earlier in the afternoon, his voice was calm and persistent.“Dinner tonight?” he asked. “Just the two of us. It’s been too long, Sophia.” I hesitated, the weight of the past few weeks pressing heavily on my mind. I felt like I was constantly being pulled in a thousand directions. A quiet dinner with Williams felt like a reprieve.“Alright,” I said finally. “Dinner sounds nice.” The smile in his voice was evident that he was excited. “I’ll send someone to pick you up at seven.” Standing in front of the mirror, I smoothed down the fabric of my dress, taking in my reflection.The soft, burgundy color complimented my skin, the fitted bodice flowing into a gentle flare just above the knees. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was elegant enough for a dinner out, simple, understated, and exactly what I wanted. My hair, styled into loose waves, fell softly over my shoulders, and I’d kept my makeup minimal with just a touch of eyeliner and a hint of color on
Michael’s POVI sat in my office, swinging slightly in my chair, feeling the weight of everything crash down on me.The silence was deafening.I reached into my drawer and pulled out the small, velvet box that had been sitting there for weeks.Slowly, I flipped it open, my eyes locking onto the expensive diamond ring inside.It wasn’t just any ring.I had handpicked it for Sophia, making sure it was as unique and breathtaking as she was.The center stone was a rare, flawless blue diamond, cut into a perfect oval shape, glistening under the office lights. Surrounding it were smaller white diamonds, intricately set in a platinum band, crafted with the finest details.It was elegant. Luxurious. Timeless.Just like her.I ran my thumb over the smooth surface of the ring, my chest tightening.This was supposed to be for her.For the woman who had somehow broken through my walls, the woman who made me feel things I never thought I could feel.But I had been too late.She didn’t love me back
Sophia’s POVI woke up to the sound of the city outside my window, the faint hum of traffic, distant honking, and people moving through their morning routines. But none of it mattered.Not today.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind swirling with thoughts.Should I go to work today?Should I just quit and walk away from everything?Would it even matter?Everything felt so pointless.Cindy’s words from yesterday were still playing in my head.“Guess what? He has agreed to marry me so your debt can go away.”“I knew he never liked you anyway. He just likes what’s in between your legs, slut.”My stomach twisted at the thought.Michael had lied.All those moments of kindness, the quiet intimacy, the way he made me feel safe lthey had all been meaningless.He was choosing Cindy.iHe was done with me.I sighed and rolled onto my side, trying to convince myself that I didn’t care.But I did.More than I wanted to admit.A few hours later, as I was still lying in bed, debating whethe
Sophia’s POVI sat on the couch in Michael’s penthouse, my legs curled beneath me, staring at nothing in particular.For the past few days, I had been trying to find peace, trying to convince myself that things were getting better.Michael had been caring, more than I ever expected him to be. He had even apologized to me for his behavior after Paris.That should have meant something, right?But the moment my phone buzzed, I knew peace was temporary.I reached for my phone and checked the notification.It was a text from Cindy.I frowned and clicked on it.Cindy:I thought Michael loved you. Guess what? He has agreed to marry me so your debt can go away. That is so sweet of him.I knew he never liked you anyway. He just likes what’s in between your legs, slut.I froze.My hands shook as I read the text again.And again.And again.My chest tightened, and a wave of nausea washed over me.Michael… agreed to marry Cindy?Was that what he went to discuss with her?Was that why he came back
Michael’s POVAfter giving Cindy a piece of my mind, I stood up and left the restaurant, my head spinning with frustration.She was completely insane if she thought I would ever agree to her ridiculous demand.Marry her for 25 years?What kind of delusional fantasy was she living in?I clenched my jaw, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I drove toward my penthouse, my mind racing.No matter how much I tried to push it aside, Cindy’s words echoed in my head.“You claim you love her, but you can’t even pay her debt.”I gritted my teeth.She was wrong.It wasn’t about not wanting to help Sophia it was about Cindy making it impossible.She refused a down payment. She refused negotiation.She wanted complete control over me.But I would rather burn in hell than let that happen.When I arrived at the penthouse, I parked the car and walked inside, heading straight to the bar.I needed a drink.As I poured myself a glass of whiskey, I pulled out my phone and called Theo.A few minutes lat
Michael’s POVThe tension in the restaurant was thick, suffocating.Cindy sat across from me, swirling her wine lazily, her perfectly manicured fingers tapping against the glass.I had given her one simple demand cancel Sophia’s debt.But, of course, Cindy was Cindy.She always had to make things difficult.Her eyes glimmered with amusement as she crossed her legs and leaned back into her chair.“You will cancel the debt, Cindy.” My voice was firm, cold, unwavering.She let out a mocking laugh. “I will do no such thing, Michael.”I clenched my jaw as she picked up her glass and took a slow sip, as if this entire situation was nothing more than a game to her.“It has to be paid for, Michael. I don’t care about what you’re talking about.” She set the glass down and gave me a pointed look. “Sophia has to find a way to pay that debt.”I exhaled sharply, keeping my rage in check.“Why don’t you pay it then?” Cindy raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. “Since you want to be her superhero so
Michael’s POVThe moment Sophia left my office with Theo, I pulled out my phone and sent Cindy a text.Meet me in an hour. I’ll send you the location.I didn’t wait for her reply before grabbing my coat and heading out. I had no patience left. Cindy had crossed a line, and I wasn’t about to let her walk away unpunished.This wasn’t about revenge.It was about control.And I needed to remind Cindy who was in charge.The restaurant I chose wasn’t overly fancy, but it was private. A quiet place where no one would interfere.I arrived exactly on time, settled into a booth near the back, and ordered a drink.Then, I waited.And waited.And waited.Thirty minutes passed.Then an hour.And Cindy still wasn’t here.I checked my watch, my patience wearing thin.1 hour and 30 minutes.I gritted my teeth and exhaled sharply.She was playing games.Just as I was about to walk out, the restaurant door swung open.Cindy strutted in, her heels clicking loudly against the floor.She was dressed in a
Michael’s POVRage.It burned through my veins like wildfire, consuming every rational thought I had left.I stood there, fists clenched, my breathing slow and controlled but inside, I was on the verge of exploding.Cindy.That disgusting excuse for a woman.She had trapped Sophia, humiliated her, and tried to break her.And the worst part?I didn’t even know.I had been so caught up in my own bullshit that I never noticed what was happening right under my nose.Sophia had suffered.She had been pushed to the edge, left alone to deal with a storm that she should have never faced alone.And now, standing in front of me, she looked so… tired.So exhausted from all the running, all the hiding.She deserved better.And for the first time in a long time I realized how badly I had failed her.I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.Then, in a voice quieter than before, I said, “I’m sorry.”Sophia looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise.I held her gaze. “I’m sorry for what y
Sophia’s POVThe silence in Michael’s office was thick, suffocating.My pulse raced as he stood in front of me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my stomach twist into knots.I could still hear the echo of his last words ringing in my head.“Where the fuck have you been, Sophia?”I had been too scared to answer.Too overwhelmed to speak.But nowMichael moved.He turned sharply toward his desk, grabbed a remote control, and pressed a button.I frowned, confused, until I heard the soft hum of the projector.I turned my head just in time to see the big screen on the wall flicker to life.And thenMy world crashed.The moment the video started playing, I felt my blood turn to ice.No. No, no, no.On the screen there I was.Standing under the blinding neon lights of Miami Underhills.Dressed in nothing but a bikini and bra.I gripped the pole, my hands visibly shaking, my entire body tense and awkward.The men in the crowd cheered, throwing money at my feet, their faces filled
Sophia’s POVThe warm steam from the shower still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around myself.I felt exhausted.The events of the past few days had drained me mentally, emotionally, and physically.But for the first time in what felt like forever, I had a moment of peace.Crystal had prepared a simple lunch just some rice and chicken and I could already smell the spices floating through the air.“Hurry up, Sophia!” Crystal called from the kitchen. “Come and eat before it gets cold!”I smiled slightly, grateful for her.She was the only one who had been there for me, the only one who hadn’t judged me or treated me like I was worthless.I quickly dried my skin, slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and walked out to join her.Just as I reached for my plateBANG! BANG! BANG!A loud, aggressive knock echoed through the apartment.I froze.Crystal’s eyes met mine across the table, her face instantly tensing.“Who is that?” she asked cautiou