What do you think about Sophia? Do you believe her or do you think she is making up stories?
**Anna's POV** Ruby swallowed hard, her shoulders relaxing a little. I could tell that the words were sinking in, but the doubt in her heart wasn’t going to vanish overnight. Her experiences had shaped her into someone who had learned to expect the worst, and that wasn’t something I could change i
**Anna's POV** I walked slowly into the kitchen, my mind still racing from the confrontation I had just had with Harvey. As I entered, I noticed Sophia standing by the counter, casually talking on her phone. She glanced up at me but didn’t bother to end the call. The audacity. She wasn’t just disr
Anna's POV I approached the secret room where Sophia was being kept, expecting to hear sounds of distress. Instead, I was met with a moaning. I had forgotten that I instructed Ben to "enjoy her," but I hadn't anticipated it would escalate to this level. As I listened more closely, I realized th
Harvey's POV: "Hello, my love," I greeted Aria, my lovely wife, finally hearing her voice after hours of silence. "If you know what’s good for you, you better get over here and explain your relationship with Sophia *right now*," she spat, her words cold and biting, void of any warmth or affectio
Harvey's POV: After spending an hour and a half combing through documents, I picked up my phone to dial the pilot's number. That’s when I noticed the voicemail notification. I opened it and listened. "Bastard, if you don’t come here to pleasure me, don’t get angry if I allow another man to per
Harvey's POV Will Aria ever trust me again? That question has been haunting me since the moment she found out. First, it was the scandal with Kate—a mess I thought we were finally putting behind us—and now, Sophia. It feels like no matter how hard I try, I keep making the same mistakes. But come t
Harvey's POV Finally, we pulled up to the house, and my stomach twisted in knots. The lights were on, and I knew she was inside, probably waiting for me, probably seething with anger. I stepped out of the car, took a deep breath, and walked to the front door. Each step felt heavier than the last
**Anna's POV** "Harvey," I said, my voice cold and distant. The warmth that used to define our relationship had vanished, replaced by the sharp sting of betrayal. How could he? "Aria, I—" he started, but I cut him off with just a look, one that stopped him dead in his tracks. "You have five mi