SOPHIA
"Welcome home," my father said as he pulled me into a warm hug. His voice was steady and comforting. I smiled shyly as I stepped into the mansion. It was enormous, luxurious, and intimidating in its grandeur. My eyes darted around, taking in the sparkling chandeliers and polished floors. It was nothing like the modest countryside home I had lived in my entire life. As I stood awkwardly, a woman with kind eyes and an elegant smile approached me. “We’ve been waiting for you, Sophia,” she said warmly. Olivia Quinn, my father’s wife. She seemed genuinely nice, not the wicked stepmother I had dreaded meeting. Then there was Isabella, my half-sister, who radiated warmth and excitement. She grabbed my hand almost instantly. “You’re going to love it here,” she said, her enthusiasm infectious. For the first time since I lost my mom, I felt like I had a family. My life before this moment had been simple and lonely. My mother raised me alone in the countryside, far away from the life my father had built. My parents were college sweethearts, but an unplanned pregnancy and the influence of my father’s wealthy family had torn them apart. I grew up without him, and though my mother never spoke badly about him, the absence was always there. When my mother fell ill, she gave me an old envelope with an address scribbled on it. “Find him,” she whispered weakly. “You deserve to know your father.” She passed away shortly after, leaving me with nothing but her final wish. I had no idea what to expect when I knocked on his door. Would he reject me? Deny me? To my surprise, he welcomed me in. He hugged me, but I could see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He insisted on a DNA test, and when the results confirmed I was his daughter, he opened his home to me. My first week with his family felt like a dream. Olivia and Isabella took me shopping, filling my wardrobe with clothes I could never afford back home. My father showered me with gifts, and the meals were extravagant. It all seemed too good to be true. And it was. On the seventh day, my father approached me with a serious expression. “Sophia,” he began, his tone soft but insistent, “I really need your help with something important.” I didn’t even think twice before agreeing. “You know I’ll do anything to make you happy, Dad,” I replied. I had no idea what I had just signed up for. The next thing I knew, I was being married to Victor Sinclair, a man I had never met. The ceremony was brief, almost clinical. Victor wasn’t even there. Instead, an elderly butler stood in his place, reading the vows like it was just another task on his to-do list. My father and Victor’s mother, Evelyn, were the only witnesses. I felt a strange emptiness as I signed the marriage certificate. I didn’t want this. But my father needed me, and I couldn’t say no. After the ceremony, I said goodbye to my father and followed Evelyn to the Sinclair estate. She was nice...almost too nice, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. When we reached Victor’s room, my heart sank. Evelyn opened the door to reveal a hospital bed at the center of a dimly lit room. Lying on it was a man.....my husband....completely still, hooked up to machines. “He’s… comatose?” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling. Evelyn nodded, her expression sad. “For over four months now,” she said. “He’s my eldest son, and I need someone to care for him. A wife’s touch can make all the difference.” I felt betrayed. No one had told me the truth about Victor. But as I looked at him....his pale face, his dark hair resting against the pillow, I couldn’t bring myself to leave. That evening, Evelyn explained my duties as Victor’s wife. I was to care for him, ensure he was comfortable, and spend all my time by his side. It was overwhelming, but I nodded. I told myself I could do this. Then, later that night, the door to Victor’s room creaked open. I looked up from where I sat beside his bed to see a man leaning against the doorframe. He had a cocky grin and an air of arrogance that made my skin crawl. “Lucas Sinclair,” he said, introducing himself. “Victor’s little brother.” “Nice to meet you,” I replied, forcing a polite smile. “You must be bored,” he said, stepping closer. “What do you mean?” I asked warily, standing up. “Victor isn’t exactly... available. Maybe I could help keep you company tonight.” Before I could react, Lucas grabbed my wrist, pulling me close. His touch was rough, his intentions obvious. “Let me go!” I shouted, struggling against him. “Relax,” he whispered. “You’ll enjoy this.” “Get away from me!” I screamed, my voice breaking. The door flew open, and Evelyn stormed in. Her eyes darted between us, and Lucas didn’t miss a beat. “She came onto me,” he said smoothly. “She said she was lonely and needed someone who could satisfy her.” My jaw dropped. “That’s a lie!” I shouted, but Evelyn didn’t give me a chance to explain. She slapped me across the face, her eyes filled with disgust. “How dare you?” she hissed. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I turned to Lucas, my hand shaking with anger, and slapped him hard. “That’s for disrespecting your brother and lying about me. Try this again, and I’ll report you to the police.” Lucas glared at me, his cheek red, and stormed out of the room. Evelyn pointed a finger at me. “Your only duty is to look after your husband. Don’t you dare step outside this house.” She left, closing the door behind her. I sank onto the chair beside Victor’s bed, my hands trembling. I looked at his peaceful face, my chest tightening with frustration and fear. “Victor,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I don’t know if you can hear me, but I need you to wake up. Please. You’re the only one who can help me now.”SOPHIA Three years. That’s how long it had been since my life had been upended, stripped of any semblance of freedom or dignity. I sat in the dimly lit bedroom, the beeping of Victor’s machines a steady reminder of the life that still lingered within him. My husband.....my comatose husband had been my only source of hope in a life that felt more like a prison sentence. I brushed a strand of hair from his face, my heart aching as I stared at him. Over time, I’d memorized every line, every angle of his face. He was inexplicably handsome, even in this state. Somewhere along the way, I had fallen in love with him. Perhaps it was because he was the only person who truly felt like mine, even if he couldn’t speak or reciprocate my feelings. He was my everything. Suddenly, his eyelashes fluttered. My breath hitched. “Victor?” I whispered, leaning closer. His fingers twitched, and his eyes opened for a brief moment. I gasped, tears filling my eyes. For years, I had dreamed of this mom
SOPHIA A knot twisted in my stomach as I stood outside Victor’s hospital room. My hands trembled, and my voice quivered, but I couldn’t hold back. “But, doctor, I am his wife,” I insisted, desperate for him to understand. The doctor frowned, his lips pressing into a thin line. “It doesn’t matter right now,” he replied curtly. “He’s agitated because of you. He cannot be in such a state.” “Who’s agitated?” a sharp voice cut through the hallway. I turned to see Victor’s mother, Evelyn, her eyes narrowing as she approached. The doctor quickly explained, detailing what had happened in the room. Before I could respond, her hand lashed out, the slap echoing through the sterile corridor. My cheek burned as her voice dripped with venom. “Listen to me, Sophia. On no account should you tell Victor that you’re his wife. Do you understand? I forbid it.” I stood frozen, my head spinning from the sting of her words and her hand. She didn’t wait for an answer and walked into Victor’s room,
SOPHIA The words barely left my lips before Victor’s expression hardened, confusion and anger flickering in his eyes. He turned to Isabella, his sharp gaze cutting through the air. “Is it true?” His voice was low, tense. “And we’ve been together for a week. Why didn’t you think it was important to inform me that I am a married man?” Isabella hesitated, her lips parting as if searching for the perfect excuse. Finally, she spoke, her voice trembling just enough to sound genuine. “I’m sorry, Victor,” she said softly. “We went on that trip to help you heal. You were learning to walk again. I just didn’t think it was the right time.” Victor scoffed, disbelief etched into his features. Without another word, he turned on his heel and began walking away. “Wait, Victor!” I called after him, my voice breaking as I tried to mask the pain swelling in my chest. My heart shattered with each step he took, but I couldn’t let him leave without hearing me out. As much as it hurt to think of
SOPHIA I took a step back from Lucas, my legs trembling as water dripped down my soaked clothes. I couldn’t stand him or the questions spinning in my head about why he was here. Shaking, I turned and made my way toward the house, desperate to get away from him. The air inside was thick, suffocating, as I heard Victor’s voice echo from the living room. I hesitated by the doorway, my heart pounding. "Why didn’t you just marry me to Isabella?" Victor’s voice was sharp, angry. "You knew she was the one I loved." My breath caught in my throat. I peeked around the corner to see Evelyn standing before him, her face tense. Isabella stood nearby, tears streaming down her face as she clung to the edge of her dress like a victim in a tragic play. “Please don’t blame your mother,” Isabella said, her voice trembling with carefully placed emotion. “I was very sick at the time, and had to leave the country for surgery. But when I came back... I found out my sister had married you.” Victor
SOPHIA I remained on the ground, my cheek stinging and my heart shattered. Too weak to move, too drained to cry, I stared at the cold, polished floor. What had I done to deserve this? Why was my life a constant spiral of humiliation and pain? One by one, they all left....Victor, Evelyn, Isabella....all of them. I was alone, except for Lucas. I hated him, even though he had saved me. He was the root of my problems, the reason my marriage felt like a prison. He crouched beside me and extended his hand. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of guilt. “I regret what I did to you. Victor isn’t a bad man, he’s just being misled. Please, don’t give up on him. He needs someone like you in his life.” His words hung in the air, pulling at the fragile threads of my heart. I hated myself for still loving Victor. Three years of my life had been wasted in this house, and I had nothing to show for it....not a job, not even a penny to my name. Yet Lucas’s words reminded me of
SOPHIA I stared at my phone, my heart heavy with thoughts of everything that had happened since Victor woke up from coma. It had been a whirlwind of confusion and betrayal. Now, this unexpected message sent my mind spinning. Is this really from Victor? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Why would he send me a message asking me to meet him at a hotel? If he wanted to talk, he could have spoken to me at home. What was so important that it had to be done privately? 'Maybe he just wants to clear the air,' I tried to convince myself. But doubt gnawed at me. I needed to know if the message was really from Victor. If it was, then maybe going to him was the right thing to do. But I couldn’t act without being sure. I grabbed my bag and decided to go back home. The maids or bodyguards might know Victor’s number. They could confirm it for me. The cab ride back to the Sinclair mansion felt endless, my thoughts a chaotic mix of hope and fear. As soon as we arri
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
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?”
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
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
CALEB Sophia’s eyes glistened as I slipped the ring onto her finger. For a second, she just stared at it, her hands trembling in front of her face. Then more tears spilled over. She didn’t even try to stop them. “I… I can’t believe this,” she whispered, her voice shaking. I smiled and wiped a tear from her cheek. “Believe it. You’re mine now.” She laughed through the tears, leaned forward, and I caught her mouth in a kiss. Soft, but deep. Her hands were cold, her lips warm, and I swear the world around us disappeared for a second. Then I heard someone clear their throat. We pulled apart to find my mother standing there, smiling so wide I thought her face might break. She opened her arms, and Sophia went straight into them. “My daughter,” my mom whispered as she hugged her tight. And that did it for me. There was no holding back the feeling in my chest. This was everything I’d ever wanted. After that, people came in waves. Friends, associates, a few board members, the
CALEB I laid there, watching Sophia. She was fast asleep beside me, her breathing soft and slow. She looked peaceful—so peaceful it made something twist in my chest. I could still feel the warmth of her body close to mine. I didn’t think it was possible to care about someone the way I cared about her. And tonight, she had surprised me. Sweetly. In a way I didn’t expect. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I thought about it. She had given me a moment I would never forget. Suddenly, her lashes fluttered. She blinked a few times before her sleepy eyes found mine. Then, slowly, a small smile appeared on her face. It was soft. A little shy. But it was the kind of smile that made my heart race. We stared at each other for a while. No words. Just… us. “I liked your surprise,” I whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. She closed her eyes at my touch, and I leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. I was still leaning close when I asked, “Do yo
SOPHIA Caleb’s mother sighed as she gently grabbed Melody’s arm. “I’m sorry,” she said, giving Caleb and me a look that begged us not to be upset. “She’s had too much to drink for reasons I don't know. I’ll take her away.” But Melody wasn’t making it easy. She kept pulling back, shouting things I didn’t want to hear. Caleb’s mother tightened her grip and dragged her out, whispering sharp words into her ear as they disappeared from our sight. The room went quiet again. Caleb ran a hand through his hair and let out a long breath. “I have no idea why she even came back into the country,” he muttered. “She’s only here to get on my nerves. I can’t put up with her for another second.” I smiled softly. “Don’t stress too much. She’s still your sister.” He stared at me for a moment, then sighed in defeat. “Fine.” We ate the delicious cake to our fill, but Caleb wasn’t done celebrating. I could see the ideas spinning in his head. His eyes brightened again, and he leaned toward me. “W
SOPHIA Victor wasn’t the only one frozen in shock. I sat there, my mouth slightly open, unable to believe what I had just heard. Half. Half of everything he owned. For a moment, I forgot to breathe. Just yesterday, Caleb’s contact had told us Victor was trying to bribe the judge. I’d felt sick hearing it. After everything Victor had already done to me, he still wanted to twist things in his favor. He wasn’t done trying to ruin me. Caleb had acted fast. He called another one of his trusted contacts to check. The truth came back clear. Yes, Victor and his people had tried. They offered money. They made promises. But the judge wouldn’t take it. He was a man who couldn’t be bought. And the case was everywhere—on blogs, news, social media. Millions of eyes were watching. The judge wouldn’t risk his name. That made me feel a little better. At least I knew the truth would have a chance. But still… I had only hoped for a small win. I thought maybe the court would cancel the contr
SOPHIA I stood in the witness box, my hands gripping the edge tightly. Victor’s lawyer had finished questioning him, and now, my lawyer stood up, ready to question me one last time. She looked at me seriously. “Miss Sophia, since you say the contract was fraudulent, is there any way it could be adjusted so you and Victor can meet in the middle?” Meet in the middle? My stomach twisted at the thought. I shook my head firmly. “The contract was a lie from the beginning,” I said. “I was never allowed to read it before signing. This whole marriage was a trap.” My lawyer nodded. "So what are you trying to say?" I took a deep breath and replied. “There was never a real relationship between me and Victor. It was all fake. And now, he’s asking the court to give him six months with me? Six months to do what exactly?” I turned my eyes to Victor. He sat there, calm, as if none of this mattered. My anger burned hotter. “After six months, what will he do? Bring in another mistres
VICTOR "No." I said it firmly, without hesitation. I could hear the frustration in my lawyer’s voice, but I didn’t care. "Victor, listen to me...." "If you’re not competent enough, I’ll find someone else who is." There was silence on the other end of the line. I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. "Find someone who can get to the judge and bribe him. Everything will be fine." My lawyer let out a slow breath. "Victor, that’s very risky." "So what?" I snapped. "Do you think I care about risks right now?" He hesitated before saying, "If you try to bribe the judge and he turns against us, we might lose more than we bargained for." I rolled my eyes. "That won’t happen." "You don’t understand," he continued, his voice lowering. "This judge is strict. He’s a man who always stands by the law. Even if I wanted to, I don’t have the ability to meet with him personally." I clenched my jaw, my patience running thin. "You’re a coward," I muttered. "Forget it
VICTOR I stormed into my house, slamming the door behind me. My entire body was burning with anger. Everything was falling apart. The look on the judge’s face today unsettled me. It was the first time I felt like things weren’t in my control anymore. I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as I paced the room. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Sophia was supposed to give in. But instead, she was standing tall, fighting me, humiliating me in front of the entire world. And that bastard, Caleb...he was always right there beside her. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head. The court proceedings had been broadcasted online. Because of who I was and because of who Caleb was, this trial had turned into a public spectacle. I hated it. I hated seeing people commenting, judging me, calling me a monster. And the worst part? Even my mother joined them. She sat on the couch, her eyes red, tears streaking down her face. For the first time since this started, she looked com