Weeks passed, and Julian's company continued to spiral downward. The media devoured every scandal like wolves—Julian and his mistress, all smiles at glamorous events, paraded shamelessly on every channel. Each time Sophia saw their faces, her stomach churned, not with pain anymore, but with a growing satisfaction. Watching them fall felt like poetic justice. Another stormy evening arrived. Rain hammered against the mansion's tall windows, thunder growling in the distance. Sophia wrapped her arms around herself, lost in thought by the fireplace when a sharp knock at the door broke her reverie. She frowned, not expecting anyone. Servants had already retired for the evening. The knocking grew louder, desperate, relentless. “Who on earth…” she muttered under her breath as she strode to the door. The heavy door creaked open, and there he stood—soaked to the bone, his once-pristine suit clinging to his body like a second skin. Julian. Sophia’s lips parted in disbelief before twistin
“You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking, Sophia?” “You can’t be serious, Dad!” She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of the table. “Why would I save that man? After everything he’s done to me?” Her father sighed. “Because it’s the smart thing to do.” “Smart?” Sophia almost laughed “This isn’t business strategy; it’s personal. He humiliated me, betrayed me, and now you want me to swoop in like some savior?” “I’m not asking you to save him,” her father replied, his tone measured. “I’m asking you to save yourself.” She froze, her breath catching. “What are you talking about?” “If his company collapses,” her father began, “There will be a ripple effect. Debts unpaid, assets tied to this estate… and, inevitably, your name dragged into the fallout. Like it or not, you’re still connected to him, he's your ex-husband.” “So this isn’t about helping Julian,” she said slowly. “It’s about a way for you to show your power.” “Sophia, this is your chance,” her f
“Julian, this plan is ridiculous.” Vanessa’s sharp tone cut through the thick silence of the office. Her fiery red nails drummed rhythmically on his desk, a warning of her rising impatience. “Do you honestly think she is just going to fall in line because you ask nicely?” Julian smirked, leaning back in his chair. His tailored suit was as sharp as his confidence. “Sophia isn’t exactly a saint. She’ll help if it benefits her.” “And what if she doesn’t?” Vanessa leaned closer, her voice dropping. “What if she decides to let you drown? You know how women like her work now.” He waved a dismissive hand, unwilling to show any sign of doubt. “I know her better than you do, Vanessa. She’s soft—always has been. She won’t stand by and watch me fail.” Vanessa raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “That’s a dangerous assumption, Julian.” Before Julian could respond, there was a knock at the door. Both of them froze, their argument momentarily forgotten. “Come in
You sold her the shares?” Vanessa’s voice trembled, there's a mix of disbelief and anger. She stood in the middle of Julian’s office, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes burned as they met his. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Julian leaned back in his chair, his expression calm, it was almost smug. “I didn’t sell them. I allowed her to buy them,” he corrected, lacing his fingers together. “There’s a difference.” Vanessa scoffed, as she kept on pacing the room. “Allowed her? Julian, she’s your ex-wife! The woman who wants to get her revenge for sure. And now you’ve handed her the reins to your company on a silver platter?” “She doesn’t have the reins,” Julian replied, his tone annoyingly even. “She owns a majority share, yes. But Sophia has no clue how to run a business like this. It’s only a matter of time before she realizes she’s in over her head.” Vanessa stopped mid-step, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. “That’s your brilliant plan?
Vanessa turned away, staring out the massive office window at the city skyline below. “Do you even know what this feels like?” she said softly, her voice breaking through the tense silence. “To stand here and watch you make decisions that could ruin us both? Decisions that could bring her back into our lives in ways we can’t control?” Julian leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Vanessa, you need to trust me.” She whipped around, her eyes blazing. “Trust you? How can I trust you when you keep making decisions without even telling me? Without thinking about how this will affect me? Or us?” “This isn’t about us,” Julian said, his voice firm. “It’s about the company. About survival. You think I like this? You think I wanted to let her back in?” “She didn’t just walk back in, Julian,” Vanessa countered. “You opened the door for her. And now you’re acting like you’re still in control, like she’s just some pawn in your game.” “She is a pawn,” Julian sn
Vanessa’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of the restaurant’s private lounge, her crimson lips set in a thin line of disdain. Sophia sat at a small table by the window, casually stirring her tea, as though she hadn’t a care in the world. Vanessa spoke first. “So, this is where you hide when you’re not busy meddling in other people’s lives?” Sophia looked up slowly, a faint smirk played on her lips. “I wasn’t hiding, Vanessa. I thought you’d appreciate my transparency.” Vanessa pulled out a chair and sat, her movements are sharp, and it's deliberate. “Cut the crap, Sophia. We both know you’re playing some game. Showing up out of nowhere, pretending to care about Julian and his business—what’s your endgame? Or should I say, your revenge plan?!” Sophia placed her spoon down delicately, her expression is now serene. “Revenge? That’s a big word, Vanessa. Why would I need revenge when Julian’s doing such a fantastic job ruining his life on his own?” Vanes
“So, what's next?” she asked, her voice is low, yet filled with anticipation. “She already owns most of the company. Now, we need to make sure she feels it. That she knows she’s not welcome here.” Julian's lips twitched into a bitter smile. “She’s not going to be able to walk in here without feeling the weight of what she’s lost. I’m going to make sure of that. We’ll make her regret every decision that led her to this point.” He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him. Vanessa’s eyes glinted with excitement. “I’m in. But we need to make her feel it, Julian. Not just the business side. We need her to see us—together. In front of her face. That’ll hurt her the most.” Julian thought for a moment, then nodded. “Exactly. Let’s make sure she sees how happy we are. How perfect we are. Let’s remind her of everything she can’t have anymore.” Vanessa walked over to him, sitting on the edge of his desk, her proximity deliberate. She lowered her voice, her tone is
Sophia had stayed late, long after the board meeting had ended, trying to focus on the numbers in front of her. But the weight of Julian and Vanessa’s presence—especially their closeness—had been impossible to ignore. She had to push past the bitterness, keeping herself focused on the work at hand, she must keep in her mind the goal that she has. Then, just as she was about to leave, the door creaked open. Vanessa stepped inside, her heels are clicking sharply on the floor as she moved toward Sophia’s desk. Her posture was straight, too confident, and the smile she wore was anything but friendly. Sophia didn’t even look up. She didn’t want to. But Vanessa didn’t seem to care. “You know, I thought you’d be gone by now,” Vanessa said, her voice dripping with condescension. She stood just a little too close, the scent of her perfume is now filling the space between them. “I mean, after everything Julian’s done, I thought you’d want to get away from all of this. From the company,
The atmosphere in the courtroom grew thick with tension as the judge entered, his presence is commanding immediate attention. Sophia’s heart raced in her chest as she exchanged anxious glances with Alexander. She could feel the anticipation radiating from the assembled crowd.“Order in the court,” the judge announced, settling into his chair. He adjusted his glasses and glanced down at the documents before him, the silence amplifying the sound of rustling papers. “We are here to deliver the verdict in the custody case of Sophia Grant versus Julian Sebastian.”Sophia held her breath, her hands clasped tightly together. She could sense Julian's discomfort from across the room, his jaw clenched, eyes narrowed as he prepared for the inevitable.The judge cleared his throat, looking up to meet the gazes of both parties. “After careful consideration of the evidence presented, the testimonies of witnesses, and the best interests of the child, I find that…”Sophia’s heart pounded in her ears
“Your Honor,” Rachel began, his voice unwavering yet infused with urgency, “I wish to present evidence that directly challenges Julian’s claims and reveals the true nature of this situation.”The courtroom descended into a hush, all eyes fixated on Rachel as she approached the evidence table. Sophia sat on the edge of her seat, her heart racing, silently willing her to expose the truth.Julian’s attorney shot him a skeptical glance, his demeanor a mixture of disbelief and apprehension. “What evidence could you possibly provide that would alter the narrative we have established?” he questioned, crossing his arms defensively.Rachel, undeterred, meticulously laid out a series of documents and photographs, displaying them for the jury’s scrutiny. “I present Exhibit B,” she announced, gesturing toward the screen where images materialized—photos of Julian in questionable situations alongside text messages that unveiled his deceitful actions.Sophia felt a rush of adrenaline as the images s
“Your Honor, I’d like to present Exhibit A,” Julian's attorney declared, a smug smile creeping across his face as he gestured towards the screen behind him. The courtroom, watched as a series of photographs flickered to life. Each image told a story, a narrative woven from threads of Sophia’s past that Julian's team was all too eager to exploit.Sophia shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. “This isn’t fair,” she whispered to her attorney, Alexander, who sat beside her, his jaw set in determination.“Stay calm, Sophia. We have a plan,” Alexander replied, his voice steady but low, meant only for her ears. He glanced towards the jury, noting their expressions. He knew they were teetering on the edge of a decision.“Look at these images,” Julian's attorney continued, his voice rising with fervor. “A woman who has made choices that put her own interests above her child’s welfare. How can we trust her to make the right decisions?”Sofia’s heart raced as
Engrossed in contract reviews within her office sanctuary, Sophia's concentration shattered when an email notification from Julian illuminated her phone screen. Her fingertips hovered uncertainly before she accessed the message. The subject line pierced her heart: "Remember This?"Within lay a scanned document bearing a date from three years prior. As she absorbed its contents, the pallor swept across her features. The paperwork represented a private agreement from their marriage – a vulnerable moment she'd desperately tried to erase from memory."Dear God..." she murmured, fingers quivering against the desk.Subsequently, her phone lit up with Julian's incoming call."I trust my little memento reached you?" His words dripped with malicious pleasure."How did this surface?" Sophia challenged, battling to maintain composure. "Those papers were meant for destruction.""My sweet naïve Sophia," Julian's sinister laugh echoed through the line. "Surely you didn't expect me to dispose of suc
The city lights blurred through Sophia's tears as she paced her living room, rage and fear coursing is through her veins. The news of Julian's release from custody had hit her like a physical blow."How?" she demanded, her voice is raw with emotion. "How did he manage this? We had evidence, recordings, everything!"Alexander watched her from the couch, his own anger carefully controlled. "Money talks. And Julian has plenty of connections in high places.""Connections?" Sophia laughed bitterly, running her hands through her disheveled hair. "More like corrupt officials who'd sell their souls for the right price. He threatened to kidnap our son, Alexander. He blackmailed me, he..."Her voice broke, and Alexander was beside her in an instant, pulling her into his arms."I know... I know.""My son's terrified," she whispered into his chest. "He heard at school that his father was arrested, and now he's just... out there. Like nothing happened.""Listen to me," Alexander pulled back, cuppi
“Sophia, this isn’t what it looks like!” Julian blurted, attempting to regain his composure. “I swear, I—”“Save it, Julian,” she interrupted, crossing her arms. “You’re in enough trouble as it is. You thought you could intimidate me into submission, but look where that’s gotten you.”“Intimidate? I was just trying to make a point!” he shot back, panic morphing into anger. “You think this is easy for me? You think I wanted it to come to this?”“Did you ever think about our son?!” Sophia’s voice rose, filled with righteous fury. “You were willing to put him in danger just to scare me. You’re not a father; you’re a coward.”Julian’s expression twisted with indignation. “And you’re just going to stand there judging me? You don’t know what it’s like! You’ve taken everything from me!”“Everything?” Sophia scoffed, incredulous. “You mean the chance to be a decent father? You squandered that the moment you decided to plot against us. If you wanted to be a father, you would have sought help,
Sophia paced the small living room. The sun had dipped below the horizon, but the warmth did nothing to ease the chill of anxiety that gripped her. Alexander sat at the dining table, sifting through the evidence they had meticulously gathered over the past few days.“Are you sure we have enough?” Sophia asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she glanced at the stack of documents, messages, and social media posts they had compiled against Julian.Alexander looked up, his expression serious yet encouraging. “Absolutely. We’ve got the text messages, the eyewitness accounts from the preschool, and the information from the director about the suspicious individual. It paints a clear picture of Julian’s intent.”Sophia nodded, her determination solidifying. “Then we need to take this to the police right away. We can’t let him get away with this.”As they gathered their things, Sophia’s phone buzzed on the table. It was a message from the preschool director, confirming that they had sent
The morning fog hung low in the air as Sophia pulled into the preschool parking lot, her heart racing with the anticipation of seeing his son's smiling face. She could already picture him running towards her, his little legs pumping with excitement, his laughter ringing like music in her ears. But as she parked her car, a creeping sense of unease began to take root in her gut. As she entered the preschool, a chill ran down her spine. The usual buzz of children’s laughter was replaced by a heavy silence. Sophia's heart sank as she approached the front desk. “Excuse me, I’m here to pick up my son, I'm her mother, Sophia Grant,” she said, trying to sound calm but failing to hide the tremor in her voice.The receptionist looked up, her expression serious. “I’m sorry, Ms. Grant. We had an incident this morning.”“What kind of incident?” Sophia’s voice was rising, panic clawing at her throat.“There was a situation involving an unauthorized person attempting to take him. Fortunately, we we
Sophia sat in the waiting room of her lawyer's office, her heart racing with a anxiety and determination. The walls were painted a calming shade of blue, and the muted lighting created a soft, almost comforting atmosphere. Yet, the serenity of the space did little to quell the storm within her. She couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in her stomach since Julian had threatened her. The words echoed in her mind: "I’ll take him from you." She looked down at her hands. The door to the office swung open, and her new lawyer, Mark, stepped out. He was a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair, dressed in a crisp navy suit that only added to his air of authority. He had a reputation for being tough but fair, a quality Sophia both admired and appreciated. “Sophia,” he greeted her with a warm smile, “come on in.”As she entered his office, she was struck by the sight of bookshelves lined with legal texts and case files, a testament to the years of experience he brought to the tab