Dante's POVFather is about to leave for the day when I walk into his office without knocking. His secretary had mentioned he had plans, but this matter can’t wait.I’ve got plenty to handle back at my office, which is why I came straight here instead of heading back after my meeting.He pauses mid-step, turning to face me with a stern look.Realizing I’ve skipped formalities, I greet him, though my voice is slow. “Good morning, Father.”“Why are you here?” he asks, ignoring my greeting and offering no invitation to sit.I take a seat anyway, disregarding his tone.Questions flood my mind, ones that have been haunting me for days. This isn’t just for Sophia’s sake—though she’s part of it. My own curiosity burns too deeply to let this go unanswered."I asked why you're here, Dante,” he snaps, his irritation evident. “I’ve got a meeting in thirty minutes, and I need to leave."“I won’t take much of your time, Dad,” I reply, spinning the chair to face him. “I just have one question.”He
Sophia's POVThe sound of screeching tires jerks me out of my thoughts. I stop mid-bite on the doughnut in my hand.I had fallen asleep earlier after dinner and woke up around 10 p.m., hungry again. But more importantly, Dante hadn’t come home yet.He always comes back late, but past 10 p.m.? That’s unusual. He was so concerned about me last night; it wouldn’t hurt to worry about him tonight.I had called him before coming downstairs, but he didn’t answer.Sighing, I place the doughnut back on the plate sitting on the coffee table and get up from the sofa. Making my way to the front door, I pause when I hear the lock click.The door opens, and there he is—walking in casually with his briefcase and blazer slung over his shoulder.He doesn’t even notice me until I clear my throat softly.He glances up, his face breaking into a smile."Why are you smiling?" I ask, arms folded across my chest as I throw him a cold glare.He shakes his head, brushing past me. "Nothing.""Why are you home s
Dante's POVSophia has been avoiding me for over a week now, ever since I told her I didn’t approve of her telling my mother that she was pregnant without my consent.My mother has been thrilled by the news, and now, everyone knows that Sophia is pregnant.Every time I try to resolve things between us, I find her curled up in bed, leaving the couch for me to sleep on.I had the maids bring in another bed for the room I’m staying in now. I’m not on the couch anymore, but I really wish I could sleep beside her again.Guilt is something I’ve felt more since Sophia came into my life. I don’t know how she manages to make me feel this way, but she does.I feel bad for what I said to her, which led to her being upset with me. I really want to apologize, but I don't know how to start.She’s just trying to help.Casually, I walk out of her room and close the door behind me when I bump into someone. It’s Sophia, and she raises an eyebrow at me.“What were you doing in my room?” she asks, scrunc
Sophia's POVThere stands Christine Moore.My favorite guitarist.My mouth drops open in disbelief, and I quickly glance over at Dante, who is smiling proudly. Before I even realize it, I'm running into his arms.We’re already out of the car, but I can’t believe my eyes. I needed to step out quickly to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.Christine stands before me, looking effortlessly handsome in a black cotton jacket and a white-purple shirt. He pairs it with blue-purple trousers and a brown leather belt.His matching black sneakers complete the look. His short wavy black hair perfectly complements his outfit, and as he slides the guitar across his body, I can barely breathe.I realize I’m still in Dante’s arms, and I quickly pull away with a nervous laugh.I have no idea how Dante knew about my obsession with Christine’s music, but whatever he did to make this happen, I’m grateful.I’ve always admired Christine from a distance, watching him on TV. Back when my father’s business wa
Dante’s POVShe’s something else, I swear.I thought for sure she’d get jealous when I asked that question—maybe even throw a tantrum. But she’s not doing anything like that, and I feel... unsatisfied.I can’t explain it. Just the other day, I was pumped about the idea of us getting closer, but now, after asking for her permission, the excitement has completely faded.What’s going on with me?I watch as her eyes widen in surprise. Honestly, I’m just as taken aback. I didn’t mean to ask her that—it just slipped out, but something deep inside me made me say it.Something I shouldn’t have said. Something that feels wrong.“What?!” she asks, repeating herself for what seems like the tenth time.I shrug, just as confused as she is. I don’t know why I said that either.Then, I chuckle, trying to defuse the tension, and see her roll her eyes at me before letting out a long sigh. “You’re kidding, right?”I shrug again, this time with no idea what I’m doing.She hisses out of frustration, and
Sophia's POVThis must be one of his girlfriends—another woman he might try to make his sex partner.She’s a model type, with long legs and a curvy shape. I have long legs too, and I’m curvy, but her outfit is on another level. It reminds me how I’ve been neglecting the perks of being married to a billionaire.Her jewelry is from one of New York’s top stores, and that handbag? Definitely a designer piece.I had completely forgotten about Liam until he cleared his throat, pulling my attention back to him. I was surprised to see him, but not as shocked as seeing him with yet another woman.I always expect to see him with Clara now and then. I keep hoping they’re together, somehow making my breakup worthwhile, but from the looks of it, they aren’t.Either Clara has already dumped him, or he never loved her the way he loved me.That pain strikes again—the same old ache in my heart. It’s like something inside of me dies every time I see his face, ever since he betrayed me.I thought I was
Dante's POVSophia's hands wrap tightly around my waist, holding me back from throwing another punch at Liam.I can't explain the anger that surges through me when I see him, but something about the way Sophia is here, her presence, only makes everything worse.A wave of warmth flows through me at the feel of her touch. It calms me, and for a moment, all I can do is stare at her hands, wishing they'd stay like this forever."Liam, stop!" Sophia's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. Liam is rushing toward me, but she shoves him back, causing him to fall on his backside. "What is wrong with you?!" she yells at him, her voice a mix of fury and frustration.I wonder about the kind of relationship they had, but honestly, it's none of my business.I drop my hands and take both of Sophia's in mine, spinning around to face her. A sudden knot forms in my stomach when I see the fear in her eyes. I’ve never seen her like this—not even when she was attacked.Without thinking, I pull her into a hug
Sophia’s POVDante’s ex-girlfriend was the third woman I saw alongside Liam and Clara the other day, the one from the nightmare. I couldn’t place her at the time, but today, I recognize her more clearly. Her face, the way she carried herself—it’s all too familiar. That’s not what’s bothering me, though. What confuses me is why she’s there with Liam and Clara, and why she keeps appearing in my dreams. Who is she to Liam? Does she know Clara too?Summoning the strength to get out of bed, I do so, replaying what happened last night at the restaurant. It nearly ended in disaster because of Liam and that woman showing up, which set Dante off. I still don’t understand why Dante was so angry with Liam or why that woman was with him.I’m left wondering about everything—why Dante hasn’t made an effort to clear up my confusion. Is he waiting for me to demand answers? Why did he ignore my question when I asked who she was last night? Is he ashamed to admit she’s his ex? What exactly went down be
Dante's POVFor reasons I can’t explain, my heart keeps racing, and wild imaginations flood my mind about what might have happened—or what could happen.This man isn't safe. He isn’t well either.Something is wrong.I keep questioning whether my father is responsible for him collapsing unconscious after I left his room—or if this is all just desperation taking its toll.I’ve been trying to call Sophia all morning. The phone rings, but she doesn’t answer. It’s making me uneasy.Eventually, I called my mom to ask about Sophia, and she said she hadn’t seen her either. That was all I needed to hit the edge of panic.Fear gripped me. My emotions threatened to burst out of my chest as the possibility of something bad happening to her sank in.Mrs. Adams is nowhere to be found, either, which only makes things more confusing.When Sophia finally picked up her phone, her voice sounded calm—like nothing was wrong. I hoped she would show up at the hospital soon.Her father is still in the emerge
Sophia's POVLiam is blackmailing me into having lunch with him because I accidentally bumped into his car. I’ve already spent two hours with him, and it's almost noon.Determined to annoy me, he told me to take his car to the mechanic. Fortunately, I found some notes in Dante's car, and after getting the car fixed, Liam demanded that we have lunch together.I know I shouldn't be agreeing to have lunch with my ex-boyfriend. I’m supposed to despise him, especially after everything he did to hurt Dante, but Liam feels like a stranger now. I guess my curiosity got the best of me."You still look beautiful," he says, making me pull the straw away from my mouth as I stare at him.I didn’t have breakfast before heading out, and by the time we were done with his car, my stomach was already rumbling, which is why he suggested we grab lunch nearby.With a smug grin, I respond, "Just like Clara."He turns away, muttering under his breath. "Clara is nowhere near as beautiful as you, Sophia. You
Dante’s POVJohn honks the horn again, the sound growing more irritating with each second. I’m about to lose my patience when I wave for him to stop. I get out of the car and look around, my arms crossed.Aren’t they home?I walk toward the gate, relieved to see it’s not locked. I push it open, confirming my suspicion. I glance back at John, who shakes his head.Apparently, they no longer have guards or even a gateman. They should’ve at least locked the gate.I signal for John to wait outside while I open the gate and step inside. The place is a mess. The flowers are wilting, probably because the gardener’s been let go. The courtyard looks neglected, and I can’t help but wonder if this is part of Sophia’s worries for her parents.I push aside the disarray and head for the front door, hands tucked in my pockets.This is the third time I’ve come here. The first time, John honked the horn for several minutes, hoping someone would answer the door, but there was no response.The second tim
Sophia’s POVDante’s ex-girlfriend was the third woman I saw alongside Liam and Clara the other day, the one from the nightmare. I couldn’t place her at the time, but today, I recognize her more clearly. Her face, the way she carried herself—it’s all too familiar. That’s not what’s bothering me, though. What confuses me is why she’s there with Liam and Clara, and why she keeps appearing in my dreams. Who is she to Liam? Does she know Clara too?Summoning the strength to get out of bed, I do so, replaying what happened last night at the restaurant. It nearly ended in disaster because of Liam and that woman showing up, which set Dante off. I still don’t understand why Dante was so angry with Liam or why that woman was with him.I’m left wondering about everything—why Dante hasn’t made an effort to clear up my confusion. Is he waiting for me to demand answers? Why did he ignore my question when I asked who she was last night? Is he ashamed to admit she’s his ex? What exactly went down be
Dante's POVSophia's hands wrap tightly around my waist, holding me back from throwing another punch at Liam.I can't explain the anger that surges through me when I see him, but something about the way Sophia is here, her presence, only makes everything worse.A wave of warmth flows through me at the feel of her touch. It calms me, and for a moment, all I can do is stare at her hands, wishing they'd stay like this forever."Liam, stop!" Sophia's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. Liam is rushing toward me, but she shoves him back, causing him to fall on his backside. "What is wrong with you?!" she yells at him, her voice a mix of fury and frustration.I wonder about the kind of relationship they had, but honestly, it's none of my business.I drop my hands and take both of Sophia's in mine, spinning around to face her. A sudden knot forms in my stomach when I see the fear in her eyes. I’ve never seen her like this—not even when she was attacked.Without thinking, I pull her into a hug
Sophia's POVThis must be one of his girlfriends—another woman he might try to make his sex partner.She’s a model type, with long legs and a curvy shape. I have long legs too, and I’m curvy, but her outfit is on another level. It reminds me how I’ve been neglecting the perks of being married to a billionaire.Her jewelry is from one of New York’s top stores, and that handbag? Definitely a designer piece.I had completely forgotten about Liam until he cleared his throat, pulling my attention back to him. I was surprised to see him, but not as shocked as seeing him with yet another woman.I always expect to see him with Clara now and then. I keep hoping they’re together, somehow making my breakup worthwhile, but from the looks of it, they aren’t.Either Clara has already dumped him, or he never loved her the way he loved me.That pain strikes again—the same old ache in my heart. It’s like something inside of me dies every time I see his face, ever since he betrayed me.I thought I was
Dante’s POVShe’s something else, I swear.I thought for sure she’d get jealous when I asked that question—maybe even throw a tantrum. But she’s not doing anything like that, and I feel... unsatisfied.I can’t explain it. Just the other day, I was pumped about the idea of us getting closer, but now, after asking for her permission, the excitement has completely faded.What’s going on with me?I watch as her eyes widen in surprise. Honestly, I’m just as taken aback. I didn’t mean to ask her that—it just slipped out, but something deep inside me made me say it.Something I shouldn’t have said. Something that feels wrong.“What?!” she asks, repeating herself for what seems like the tenth time.I shrug, just as confused as she is. I don’t know why I said that either.Then, I chuckle, trying to defuse the tension, and see her roll her eyes at me before letting out a long sigh. “You’re kidding, right?”I shrug again, this time with no idea what I’m doing.She hisses out of frustration, and
Sophia's POVThere stands Christine Moore.My favorite guitarist.My mouth drops open in disbelief, and I quickly glance over at Dante, who is smiling proudly. Before I even realize it, I'm running into his arms.We’re already out of the car, but I can’t believe my eyes. I needed to step out quickly to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.Christine stands before me, looking effortlessly handsome in a black cotton jacket and a white-purple shirt. He pairs it with blue-purple trousers and a brown leather belt.His matching black sneakers complete the look. His short wavy black hair perfectly complements his outfit, and as he slides the guitar across his body, I can barely breathe.I realize I’m still in Dante’s arms, and I quickly pull away with a nervous laugh.I have no idea how Dante knew about my obsession with Christine’s music, but whatever he did to make this happen, I’m grateful.I’ve always admired Christine from a distance, watching him on TV. Back when my father’s business wa
Dante's POVSophia has been avoiding me for over a week now, ever since I told her I didn’t approve of her telling my mother that she was pregnant without my consent.My mother has been thrilled by the news, and now, everyone knows that Sophia is pregnant.Every time I try to resolve things between us, I find her curled up in bed, leaving the couch for me to sleep on.I had the maids bring in another bed for the room I’m staying in now. I’m not on the couch anymore, but I really wish I could sleep beside her again.Guilt is something I’ve felt more since Sophia came into my life. I don’t know how she manages to make me feel this way, but she does.I feel bad for what I said to her, which led to her being upset with me. I really want to apologize, but I don't know how to start.She’s just trying to help.Casually, I walk out of her room and close the door behind me when I bump into someone. It’s Sophia, and she raises an eyebrow at me.“What were you doing in my room?” she asks, scrunc