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From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 8. A TALL FIGURE
SOPHIA I paid the cab driver and hurried into the hotel, gripping my bag tightly. My heart raced as I made my way toward the elevator. The message from Victor kept playing in my mind. But why did he chose a hotel of all places? When I reached the elevator, I froze. The room number… I couldn't remember it. I rummaged through my bag for my phone, to check the text message from Victor. However, my hand hit nothing but the cool lining of my bag. I stopped, my breathing quickening. I dug deeper, pulling out random items—lip balm, keys, an old receipt. No phone. My eyes widened as panic began to rise in my chest. I turned my bag upside down, shaking it, but still, no phone. When did I last have it? “The cab!” I whispered aloud, my voice shaky. “I had it in the cab!” I remembered holding it, checking for messages from Victor every few seconds. I must have left it behind. Without wasting another second, I spun around and bolted out of the hotel. The receptionist gave me a conf
Last Updated : 2025-01-30From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 8. SMART, ARE WE?
ISABELLA I stood outside Victor's room, my mind racing. Sophia had become more of a problem than I ever imagined. Hearing her in Victor’s room, trying to turn him against me, made my blood boil. The fact that she had a recording of me admitting to my mistakes only made it worse. I couldn’t let her win. I had to act. Victor needed to see her as extremely disgusting, and manipulative. I had to make sure of it. That way, Victor would never believe a word from her. I couldn’t sit back and let her ruin everything for me. When Victor came out of his room, he gave me good news though. “I’m going to see my lawyer,” he said with a determined look. “I need to get this divorce finalized.” My heart skipped a beat. “Can I come with you?” I asked. He nodded. “Fine.” I followed him, hiding my excitement. This was my chance to ensure Sophia was hit twice. About forty minutes later, we sat in his lawyer’s office, and Victor’s calm demeanor evaporated. “What do you mean ten billion?”
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SOPHIA When I opened my eyes in the morning, sunlight streamed into the room, bathing everything in a warm glow. I stretched lazily, feeling the softness of the sheets around me. For a moment, I felt at peace. But then, as I lifted the sheets and realized I was completely naked, I gasped. I sat up instantly, memories of the previous night flooding back. I remembered the wine, the dizziness, and then Victor walking into the room. A smile crept onto my lips as I thought about what had happened between us. 'Does this mean Victor has finally accepted me as his wife?' I touched my lips, still tingling from his kiss. The thought that he had finally let down his walls around me filled me with hope for our future. We hadn’t even talked, but after last night, I felt that everything would change. Surely, Victor must have listened to the audio recording I sent him. As I got out of bed, my body ached in unfamiliar ways, and a faint soreness lingered between my legs. My eyes fell on the bl
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SOPHIA When I entered Victor's room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head leaning slightly against the headrest. The sight of two empty wine bottles on the table surprised me. I had expected him to be in a better mood after last night, but instead, he looked troubled. I walked closer and gently moved the bottles away, setting them aside to avoid any accidents. His face was flushed, and his eyes looked heavy. “Victor,” I whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Victor, are you okay?” He stirred and opened his eyes slowly. Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto the bed with him. I landed on his chest, and despite his drunken state, I smiled. It was comforting to see that even now, he remembered me. But as I leaned closer, something felt… off. He didn’t smell the same as the Victor I had been with last night. I hesitated, lowering my head to sniff his jacket. The scent was different—faintly familiar but not the same. 'Am I overthinking
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SOPHIA I struggled to free my neck from Victor’s grip, but his hold was too strong. I gasped for air, scratching his hand. “You filthy thing,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “I’m going to kill you.” I couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this the same man who had held me so gently last night? Was he pretending to despise me just for Isabella’s sake? The thought made my eyes burn with tears. Fury bubbled inside me, and with every ounce of strength I had, I shoved him away. He staggered backward, hitting the wall behind him. “Who the hell do you think you are?” I yelled, my voice trembling with anger. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Victor. Do you think you can treat me however you like just because I’m helpless? I was tricked into this marriage! From the very beginning, no one told me you were in a coma. I was deceived into marrying you! Your brother tried to force himself on me, and for three years, I was confined to a room, taking care of you day and night
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SOPHIA I walked out of Victor’s room feeling like the air had been knocked out of my lungs. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to keep moving until I reached my bedroom. The moment I shut the door behind me, I collapsed onto the bed and broke down in tears. I cried until my chest ached, until my body felt drained. My mind kept replaying everything Victor had said, everything he had done. The way he looked at me now, as if I was nothing. I told myself I couldn’t stay in this house any longer. I had to leave. But where would I go? The only place I could think of was the house I once shared with my mother. It was still there, untouched. But stepping back into that house meant stepping into memories that would swallow me whole. Every corner, every room, every single thing inside would remind me of her. Of what I had lost. A part of me knew my mother would not have wanted me to live alone. That was why she sent me to my father in the first place. To give me a chance at a be
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SOPHIA Evelyn turned to Lucas, playing the victim. “Look at this useless girl,” she spat. “She has no life, no future, and yet she wants to go out and disgrace this family. Do you think I’ll allow her to throw our name in the mud?” Lucas sighed, rubbing his temple as if he was already exhausted. “Mom, you need to stop making life difficult for Sophia.” Evelyn snapped her head toward him, clearly not expecting him to take my side. “Excuse me?” “She spends every day locked up in this house doing nothing. If she wants to step outside, what’s the problem? She’s not a prisoner, and she’s not a criminal.” I folded my arms, watching the exchange while Lucas continued, “Mom, you kept her locked up for three years. Three years! Even though I wasn’t around, I know what you did. And now, Victor is moving on, living his life as if she never existed. Why are you still treating her like this?” Evelyn’s face turned red with fury. “Because she’s still Victor's wife, and until their div
Last Updated : 2025-01-31From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 15. FIRED
VICTOR I sat in my office, gripping my pen so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My head throbbed with frustration, my patience stretched thin. It had been incredibly difficult to convince Isabella that I wasn't in my right mind when I had sex with Sophia two nights ago.The fact that Sophia sneaked into my room and threw herself at me, despite my hatred for her, showed how low and cheap she really was. That woman had become a thorn in my side. Only yesterday, my mother had called, her voice full of anger and irritation, telling me about how Sophia had disrespected her thoroughly. As if I needed another reminder of why this marriage was a mistake. I slammed my fist against the desk, making the papers tremble. “This is all your fault,” I muttered under my breath, directing my anger at the one person who had put me in this situation—my mother. She had forced this marriage on me, choosing some random woman with no class, no status, no purpose. And now, she expected me to c
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From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 94. OVER
SOPHIA The tension inside the courtroom was heavy enough to press against my chest as I watched Victor rise abruptly from his seat. His voice cut through the silence, raw and frantic. “That’s a lie! It’s a lie!” he shouted, his face twisted with fury. His outburst echoed off the courtroom walls, drawing sharp glances from every corner of the room. But before he could say another word, the gavel struck hard against the bench, and the judge’s stern voice sliced clean through the chaos. “Mr. Sinclair,” the judge warned coldly, “this is the last time. Sit down or I will hold you in contempt of court.” Victor glared at the judge with defiance burning in his eyes, but after a long moment, he lowered himself back into his seat, his shoulders rigid, his hands clenched into fists against the table. I could still see the tremor in them from where I sat. Leonard Park, as calm as ever, turned back to Caleb with a quiet nod. “Mr. Foster, you may step down.” Caleb gave a small bow of his
From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 93. WHERE OUR STORY BEGAN
SOPHIA Caleb’s fingers brushed over the back of my hand in a brief, silent reassurance, his touch grounding me in a moment when my heart felt too fragile to hold still. He gave me a quiet look, one that said everything without speaking a word, before rising from his seat and walking to the witness stand with an ease that could have fooled anyone into thinking he wasn’t carrying the weight of everything that was about to be said. His steps were purposeful, and as he approached the witness box, there was a stillness in the room, as if everyone, even Victor, even Isabella, was holding their breath. Leonard Park’s voice broke the silence, calm and sure as he spoke. “Mr. Foster,” he began, “are you aware that you are the biological father of Miss Sophia Quinn’s unborn child?” Caleb nodded without hesitation. “Yes,” he answered, his voice unwavering. Leonard gave a nod of acknowledgment. “And could you explain to this court how that came to be? Specifically, what happened on th
From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 92. NEXT WITNESS
SOPHIA The moment I stepped down from the witness box and returned to my seat beside Caleb, I could feel the shift in the room's energy, as Victor rose from his seat and moved toward the witness box. His strides were measured, but there was a fury in the way his shoulders were set, a stiffness in his neck, his entire body radiating the anger he made no effort to hide. He climbed into the witness box, his jaw clenched, and his eyes dark with resentment, not just toward me, but toward everyone who dared sit in judgment of him. Victor’s lawyer stood and faced him with a purposeful calm, though there was something rehearsed about it, as though they had already played this conversation out in private and were now only performing it for the benefit of the court. His voice was measured when he spoke. “Mr. Sinclair,” he began, “you have heard Miss Quinn’s testimony. You’ve listened to everything she has said here today. Tell us plainly—did you send her a text message that day, inviting
From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 91. CROSS-EXAMINED
SOPHIA Victor's mother tugged at his arm, whispering something urgently, but he shrugged her off like she was nothing more than a nuisance The sharp sound of the gavel echoed in the courtroom, silencing the tension that crackled in the air. The judge’s cold, firm voice followed almost immediately, warning Victor to sit down and keep quiet or risk being held in contempt of court. For a long, thick second, Victor stood there, his body rigid with anger, his jaw clenched tight as though it pained him to obey. Then, slowly, he sank back into his seat, his burning gaze still pinned on me, as if he was daring me to say another word. My lawyer, Leonard Park, turned toward me once again, his voice measured as he asked, “Miss Quinn, do you have anything further you’d like to say to the court?” I shook my head gently and spoke clearly, my voice carrying through the room. “No. That is all.” I had already said everything there was to say. Leonard nodded slowly, then gestured toward
From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 90. I DID NOT LIE
SOPHIA I was still sitting in the witness box, staring at Caleb when the courtroom door opened and Isabella walked in, her chin held high like she was walking into a fashion show instead of a courtroom. I watched her take slow, deliberate steps toward Victor, her hips swaying with false confidence. She slid into the seat beside him, her hand brushing his arm in a way that made my stomach twist. Victor didn’t even glance at her. He was too busy staring at me. My lawyer, Leonard Parks, cleared his throat softly and drew my attention back to him. “Miss Quinn,” he began, urging me to focus, “is it true that you lied to the court about the father of your baby during your last hearing?” I drew in a deep breath and reminded myself of what we’d rehearsed. His words weren’t an accusation. They were a strategy. I straightened my spine, met his gaze, and answered clearly, “No. I did not lie to the court.” Leonard nodded encouragingly. “Could you clarify that for us?” he asked, tilting
From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 89. ALL I NEED
SOPHIA The last two days had been nothing short of exhausting. Between meetings with Caleb and our lawyer, going over every detail of the case, and preparing myself mentally for court, I could barely think straight. Caleb kept insisting I see the doctor, making sure I and the baby was fine. And as always, he was right. My stress levels were off the charts, but the baby was healthy, and that was all that mattered to me. On top of everything, there were still calls with the wedding planner and messages coming in about the case. The media wasn’t letting go. Some people supported me. Most didn’t. I’d stopped reading the comments. Now, the day had finally come. I walked into the courthouse holding Caleb’s hand. His grip was firm, like he was trying to pour his strength into me. I needed it. Caleb’s mother walked just behind us, quiet but calm. She had offered to be there for support, and I was grateful. As soon as we entered, I saw Victor. He stood across the room, his eyes
From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 88. AGAIN
SOPHIA I sat with Caleb, listening to the wedding planner as she ran through the details. Flowers. Decorations. Music. The guest list. She spoke about how grand it was going to be. I nodded along, but inside, I was barely holding back the excitement. This was it. My wedding. For the first time in my life, I was going to walk down the aisle, wearing a white dress, and marry a man who loved me just as much as I loved him. No lies. No secrets. Just… love. When we finished the meeting, Caleb took my hand. His fingers laced through mine as we walked out of the building together. The sun was warm on my face, and I felt light. Until the reporters came. They swarmed us so fast I didn’t have time to react. Cameras flashed in my face. Microphones shoved at my mouth. Voices shouting over each other. “Is it true the child you’re carrying belongs to Mr. Caleb Foster?” “Were you cheating on your husband while you were still married to Mr. Sinclair?” “Did you lie to the court just
From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 87. WHAT TRUTH?
VICTOR When every ounce of rage and lust had burned through me, I stood up from the bed without a word. My breathing was still heavy, my body still thrumming with what I’d just done to Isabella. But it was done. I dragged my clothes back on, buttoning my shirt slowly while Isabella lay there, trembling, wrecked. She was still trying to catch her breath, still caught in the heat of it, thinking there was something more between us. There wasn’t. I fastened my belt and turned to her. “There’s something I need you to do.” She blinked up at me, confused at first, then slowly sat up. Her hair was a mess, her skin marked where I’d held her too tightly. I didn’t care. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice hoarse. I pulled a cigarette from the box on the table, lit it, and took a slow drag before answering. “You want to stay out of prison?” I said, my tone flat. “You do this for me, and I’ll make sure you get the best lawyer money can buy. You’ll walk away clean.” She swallowe
From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms 86. OLD TIES
VICTOR I stormed into the house like a man possessed, kicking the door open so hard it slammed against the wall. My chest was burning, my fists tight, and I could barely breathe from the anger choking me. I grabbed the first thing I saw—a glass vase on the table—and smashed it into the ground. It shattered into a thousand pieces, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. “Victor!” my mother’s voice rang out. She rushed towards me, wide-eyed and worried. “What’s going on? What happened?” I turned to her, my hands shaking. “I lost, Mom,” I spat, pacing the room like a caged animal. “I lost the case. Half of my money is gone. Gone!” I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “People are still mocking me, still throwing dirt on my name like I’m some fool who deserves it.” She sighed. “Come on, Victor. It's already in the past. Put it behind....." “She played me!” I roared, slamming my fist into the wall. The sharp sting barely registered through my rage. “Sophia! She tricked me. She tr
