“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,
“Is this some kind of joke?!” Sophia's voice echoed sharply across the cold marble floor of Julian's company lobby. Her heart raced as she took in the chaos in front of her. Her belongings—her meticulously curated files, her awards, even the small cactus she kept on her desk—were being unceremoniously dumped into cardboard boxes by two security guards. Julian leaned casually against the reception desk, arms crossed, a slight smirk tugged at his lips. Vanessa stood beside him, dressed impeccably in a tailored black dress, her crimson nails were tapping rhythmically on her phone as if Sophia's outrage were nothing more than background noise. Sophia stormed toward them, her heels clicked like gunshots against the floor. “Julian, Vanessa, what the hell is going on? You can't just throw my things out like I’m some disgraced intern. I own the majority shares in this company!” Vanessa didn’t even bother to look up. “Not for long,” she murmured with a dismissive chuckle. Sophia’
The ride home unfolded in a blanket of silence, heavy and thick, as if the air itself had decided to hold its breath. In the distance, the flickering lights of police cars danced like fireflies, a haunting reminder of the chaos they had just escaped. The wreckage was now behind them, but the memories clung on like stubborn shadows, refusing to let go. The tires hummed rhythmically against the asphalt, the only sound piercing through the tension that enveloped the car.Sophia sat in the passenger seat, her arms wrapped around herself, peering out the window as if the passing scenery could somehow wash away the night’s harrowing events. Her mind replayed the drama like a broken record—the heart-pounding chase, the crack of gunfire, the horrific wreck that had nearly claimed them. Each moment echoed in her thoughts, leaving her feeling cold and unsettled.In the backseat, Alexander was a study in stillness. His expression was like an unreadable book, his fingers tapping absently against
The crash site was a chaotic swirl of flashing red and blue lights, casting vibrant hues against the dark canvas of the night. Police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks surrounded the mangled wreckage. Officers dashed about with purpose, securing the perimeter while paramedics leapt into action, their faces set with determination as they raced to assess the damage. Above them, smoke curled lazily from the remains of Julian and Vanessa’s SUV, its once-proud metal frame now twisted and contorted against the cliffside. The road above bore the scars of the violent chase, a chaotic tapestry of skid marks, shattered glass, and debris that told a story of reckless speed. Alexander and Sophia found themselves seated on the dirt, hearts racing and bodies trembling, but somehow, miraculously, unscathed. The adrenaline still surged through them, a wild river of energy that made their breaths come in uneven bursts.Sophia ran a shaky hand through her hair, her gaze fixed on the burning wreckage,
The smoke curled and twirled in the night air, wrapping around Alexander and Sophia like an unwelcome shawl as they burst onto the rooftop, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, hearts pounding like a drum in their chests. Below them, the distant wail of sirens harmonized with the crackling embers that danced like fireflies, but up here? Ah, up here, the city sprawled out in all its glittering glory, an endless sea of lights.Sophia pressed her back against the rusty water tank, its metallic surface cold and unforgiving. She gripped Alexander’s wrist just as he was about to dart off into the unknown. “Wait!” she hissed, her voice barely rising above the whispering wind that tousled their hair. “Do you hear that?”In an instant, Alexander froze, straining to catch the faint murmur of voices drifting over the low concrete barrier. He edged closer, moving with the stealth of a cat, peering into the shadowy depths at the rooftop’s far edge.There stood Julian, leaning casually against the
Sophia’s heart raced like a wild drum as she took stock of her surroundings. The room felt sparse and bare, its corners adorned only by a few forlorn items: an old wooden crate that had seen better days, a rusty pipe that looked like it had stories to tell, and a discarded piece of metal, glinting like a forgotten treasure in the dim light. She focused intently on the rhythms of her captors, Julian and Vanessa. She noted the times they flitted in and out, the cadence of their conversations, their little habits, each detail adding to her growing resolve.“Think, Sophia,” she murmured to herself, determination knitting her brow. “You can’t give up. You’ve got to find a way out of here...” Her gaze swept the room, landing on the rusty pipe, glistening with potential just within her reach. If she could just maneuver her chair a little closer, she might have a chance! She began to shift her weight, inching her chair toward the tantalizing prize, her heart pounding a steady rhythm of hope
“Alexander,” Vanessa’s voice glided through the phone, smooth and calculated like a finely tuned melody. “I’ve been mulling over your predicament, and I believe we can strike a deal that benefits us both.”“What kind of deal?” he shot back, his heart thumping wildly against his chest. “I’m not interested in your little games.”“Oh, this is far from a game,” she replied, a playful lilt dancing in her tone. “This is a golden opportunity for you to reunite with Sophia. All it takes is for you to meet my terms.”“What do you want?” he pressed, a tight knot forming in his stomach like a coiled spring ready to snap.“A simple transaction,” she said, confidence oozing from her voice like syrup. “Hand over a hefty sum—let’s say five million—and agree to my conditions. Then, you’ll have the chance to see Sophia again. No tricks, no traps. Just a straightforward exchange.”“Five million?!” Alexander echoed, disbelief crashing over him like a wave. “You think I just have that kind of cash sittin
“Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” Alexander began, his voice a careful balance of steadiness and urgency as he surveyed the team of detectives gathered around the table. His heart raced like a drum, pounding with the weight of their shared mission. “We need to find Sophia before it’s too late.”Detective Harris, a veteran officer with an unyielding air of authority, nodded gravely. “We understand the urgency, Alexander. But we have to be realistic about our approach. Julian is unpredictable, and he has a knack for covering his tracks.”“Unpredictable? That’s putting it mildly!” Alexander replied, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface like a pot about to boil over. “He’s a monster who thrives on chaos! We can’t just sit here, twiddling our thumbs while he plots his next move!”“Hold on there,” Detective Ramirez interjected, her voice firm yet soothing. “We need a plan that considers Julian’s cunning tactics. He’s not going to make this easy for us, and we have to
Sophia’s heart raced as she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps drawing near. With a theatrical creak, the door swung open, and in sauntered Julian, exuding confidence with a predatory smile that could curdle milk. “Ah, our little captive is awake,” he declared, his voice oozing with playful mockery. “What a delight to see you again, Sophia. What? Do you think that we are too weak that you can able to totally escape?"“Get away from me!” she shot back, her words sharp as arrows, trembling with a defiant fire that flickered in her eyes.“Such spirit!” he chuckled, striding closer with the swagger of a cat toying with a mouse. “But you know, that fire can be snuffed out quicker than you think. It all depends on how you choose to play the game.”“What game?” she challenged, forcing herself to meet his gaze with a bravery she didn’t quite feel. “You really think you can intimidate me? You’re barking up the wrong tree.”Julian’s grin widened, but the sparkle in his eyes hinted at sha
“Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” Alexander began. He stood at the head of the table, his injured leg propped up on a chair, an act of defiance against the pain that gnawed at him. “We need to formulate a plan to get Sophia back.”Sophia’s father, nodded with a grave expression, as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. “We can’t waste any more time! Julian and Vanessa are ruthless, and they won’t hesitate to hurtmy daughter!"“Agreed,” chimed in Mark, a former detective with a penchant for precision, leaning forward with an intensity that could cut through steel. “But we need to consider the risks involved. Going in blind could get everyone killed.”“Risks?” Alexander exclaimed, frustration bubbling up like a fizzy soda ready to spill over. “What about the risk to Sophia’s life? We can’t just sit back and wait!”“Calm down, Alexander,” Mark replied, his tone even, like a soothing balm on a fevered brow. “I understand your urgency, but we need a s
“This is absolutely absurd!” Alexander grumbled, rubbing his temples as if he could physically massage away the swirling chaos of the night’s events. “I should have been there for her!”“Hey, hold on a second! You’re alive, and that’s what really matters!” Brian’s voice sliced through Alexander’s spiral of despair. He looked up to find Brian, his dependable right-hand man, sliding into the booth across from him with an expression that was half concern, half determination. “We need to talk.”“Talk? What’s there to even discuss?” Alexander snapped, his frustration bubbling like a boiling pot. “Sophia is still out there, and I simply don’t have time for chit-chat!”Brian shifted uneasily in his seat, glancing around the bustling diner as if to ensure that no prying ears were lurking nearby. “I know you’re upset, but we need to keep our heads in the game.”“Focus? On what, exactly? The fact that I’ve just been shot, and Sophia’s in real trouble?” Alexander leaned in, his voice rising in i