Sofia Moretti, the secret heiress to the prestigious Moretti Group, rejects her family’s legacy to pursue her passion for dance. While attending the College of Performing Arts as a cheerleading captain, Sofia lives a normal life, determined to create her own future, free from her family’s expectations. However, her parents have already arranged her marriage to Gabriel Romano, the spoiled heir to another powerful family. On the night of her blind date with Gabriel, Sofia meets Dominic Montague, a quiet scholar. They feel an instant connection and spend the night together. But after Sofia is in a car accident, she wakes up with no memory of the accident—and finds herself married to Gabriel. As the years pass, Sofia realizes that her marriage to Gabriel is toxic. Insecure and manipulative, he controls her every move and resents her success. Sofia tries to file for an annulment, but her efforts fail, leaving her feeling trapped. At Gabriel’s birthday party, overwhelmed and desperate, Sofia plans to end her life. Just as she’s about to jump, Dominic appears and saves her. Their connection reignites, and Sofia feels drawn to him, though she can’t remember their past. With Dominic’s support, Sofia begins her journey to reclaim her life and break free from the suffocating hold of her marriage. She learns that sometimes, the strength to escape comes from the most unexpected places.
Lihat lebih banyakSofia's POV
It’s 5 PM, and cheerleading practice has just ended. A wave of nervousness washes over me as I realize how little time I have before my 6 PM meeting with Dominic. I can feel the excitement building inside me, but the pressure of possibly being late makes it hard to focus. I rush to the shower, scrubbing away the sweat of practice as quickly as I can, the sound of water almost drowned out by my thoughts of him. The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of being near him again, fills my every sense, but the minutes are slipping away too fast. After getting dressed in a hurry, I jump into my car, my heart racing—not just with anticipation, but with the constant fear of running late. The road stretches out before me, endless and unfamiliar, but I can’t help but smile at the thought of being with him. I’m almost there.
And yet, in the blink of an eye, everything shifts. As I’m driving, my heart pounding in rhythm with the beating of my thoughts, a sudden jolt shakes me from my daydreams. My back bumper slams into something, sending a shockwave of panic through my body. Before I can even register what’s happened, the car lurches, veering wildly, as if it has a life of its own. My hands grip the steering wheel, trying desperately to regain control, but it’s too late. The car crashes—hurtling me toward the other side of the road. I barely have time to react before the impact with the post comes, violently shaking the entire vehicle. My breath catches in my throat, and the excitement of seeing Dominic is replaced by a suffocating wave of dread.
The impact is so forceful that everything goes black. One moment, I’m racing toward him, full of hope, and the next, the world is consumed by silence. The spinning, the screeching tires, the sudden force of the crash—all of it blurs into a haze of confusion. I lose consciousness as the darkness wraps around me, pulling me under.
I wake up to an unfamiliar stillness, a throbbing pain radiating through every inch of my body. The sterile, clinical smell of antiseptic fills the air, sharp and unpleasant. My eyes flutter open, and I find myself in a white, cold room. The brightness of the lights above stings my senses, making everything feel more distant, more unreal. It’s hard to focus, my thoughts thick and clouded, as though I’ve been adrift for far too long. For a moment, I don’t even know where I am. The room is bare, almost too clean—too perfect.
"Good thing you're awake, Sofia," a voice says, smooth but familiar. The sound makes my chest tighten with unease, and I slowly turn my head to see a man sitting beside my bed. His face is warm, his smile meant to reassure, but something about it doesn’t sit right. There’s a heaviness in his gaze, something I can’t place.
I blink, struggling to focus. "Wh-who are you?" My voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper. I try to meet his eyes, but nothing about him feels familiar. The pain is all-consuming, a constant reminder that something is terribly wrong, but my mind refuses to grasp anything beyond that.
His smile falters, and a flicker of concern shadows his features. "I’m your husband, Sofia. Gabriel." His voice softens, the words hesitating before they leave his lips. "You don’t remember me?"
Husband? The word feels foreign, like it belongs to someone else’s life. Married? How could I be married? I search his face, my mind scrambling to form any connection, any recognition—but it’s all empty. I don’t know him. I don’t know me. My thoughts spiral, questions swirling faster than I can catch them. Why can’t I remember?
He holds my gaze, as if willing me to understand, but I see nothing that makes sense. His presence should be comforting, but instead, it feels like a puzzle I can’t solve, a life I can’t reach.
"I-I don’t understand," I stammer, my voice trembling, barely above a whisper. "What happened to me? Why am I here?"
Gabriel’s expression softens, his eyes dark with something I can’t quite name. His hand gently takes mine, his touch warm, but it doesn’t calm me. "You’ve been in an accident, Sofia. You’ve been unconscious for a while. But you’re safe now." He smiles again, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes—there’s something off in the way he looks at me. The tenderness in his voice feels like a layer over something darker, something I can’t quite place.
An accident? The word seems too distant, too impersonal. I can’t bring myself to connect it to my reality, to my broken body. I try to recall anything, a single piece of the puzzle, but my mind is a blank. What happened to me? What happened to my life?
"I... I don’t remember anything," I whisper, panic rising in my chest, tightening around my ribs. "I don’t even remember you."
For a brief moment, Gabriel’s expression hardens, his eyes flickering with something I can’t read. Then, just as quickly, he masks it with a calm smile. He leans closer, his voice low and soothing. "It’s okay, Sofia. We’ll take it slow. You don’t have to remember everything at once. Just know that I’m here, and I’ll be here for you, no matter what."
But even as he speaks those words, a feeling of dread settles into the pit of my stomach. Something isn’t right. How could I forget everything? How could I forget him? The questions pile up, each one more pressing than the last, but none of them can find their answers.
Sofia POV The wind smelled like salt and something else I couldn’t quite name—freedom, maybe. It had been Marielli’s idea. A beach trip. Out of nowhere, like she had a sixth sense for tension and wanted to dissolve it with sunlight and ocean breeze. I had expected Dominic to shut it down immediately. But to my surprise, he hesitated—and then said yes. I watched them talk in the kitchen that morning, their voices soft but familiar. Too familiar. Something in me recoiled. I tried not to show it, tried to be polite. Detached. But it was impossible to ignore the way she looked at him, or how he didn’t pull away. I didn’t belong here. That thought lingered as I stood by the car, waiting to climb into the backseat like some intern tagging along on her boss’s road trip. “Uh-uh.” Marielli moved quickly, stepping in between us. “What do you think you’re doing?” I blinked, confused. “I was going to sit in the back.” Marielli shook her head dramatically. “Backseat? Girl, no. You ar
Dominic's POVThe mechanic was already outside, talking to Marielli. I didn’t bother stepping out—I could guess what he was going to say. Her car wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Maybe not even tomorrow.I stayed in the kitchen, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her stir sugar into her coffee like it was some kind of art. She always moved like she had a plan—even when she pretended not to.“It’s going to take a while,” she said, almost too casually. “You don’t mind if I hang around, do you?”I shrugged. “It’s your call.”She sipped her coffee, that mischievous glint flashing in her eyes. “Let’s go to the beach.”I frowned. “The beach?”“You, me, and Sofia,” she said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “She needs fresh air. And you, Dominic, need to stop brooding before your face stays that way.”I didn’t respond right away. The idea sounded good—too good. That’s what worried me.“Marielli… We’re hiding her. If someone sees us—if he finds out…”She se
Dominic’s POV Marielli visited me here at the mansion and spent the whole day helping me with Sofia’s case. She couldn’t go home because her car broke down, and it was too late to call a mechanic, so we decided she would just spend the night here. But instead of resting, she invited me to have a few beers. Now we’re outside, sitting on the wooden bench, drinking while staring up at the stars. “You really don’t sleep anymore, do you?” she asked, looking at me over the rim of her bottle. I smirked. “I’ll sleep when this case is over… or when I drop dead, whichever comes first.” She rolled her eyes, smiling. “I thought lawyers were dramatic in court, not in real life.” We both laughed, and then she tilted her head toward the sky. “Do you ever wonder what you’d be doing if none of this happened? If life didn’t pull you into… all this?” I took a moment before answering. “Maybe I’d be fixing motorcycles somewhere quiet. Somewhere no one knows my name.” She raised an eyebrow.
Sofia’s POV The late afternoon light cast a golden hue over the estate as I stood by the window, absently tracing patterns on the glass. Outside, Dominic stood near the driveway, his stance firm yet composed, as if waiting for something—or someone. Then she arrived. Marielli. The moment she stepped out of the sleek black car, a shiver ran down my spine. It wasn’t just recognition; it was memory. She wasn’t just any visitor. She was the visitor. The woman who always came to see Dominic while he worked at Romano University. The same woman who had been by his side all those years ago, back in college, when I used to see them together—laughing, talking, always impossibly close. I hadn’t remembered her before, but now, with my memories piecing themselves back together, it all came rushing back. She was always there. I watched as Dominic greeted her, his expression unreadable, yet there was an ease in the way he spoke to her, a familiarity that settled deep in my chest like
Sofia’s POV Since this morning, I hadn’t been able to talk to Dominic. Now that it was already afternoon, I realized I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him. He had been locked away in the study the entire time, completely consumed by his work. I thought about checking on him, even just for a moment, but the door remained shut. Martha told me he was always like this whenever he was focused on something—distant, unreachable. Instead of dwelling on it, I decided to go to the farm and ride a horse for a while. A quiet ride through the fields seemed like the perfect way to clear my mind. When I started feeling hungry, I decided to head back to the mansion. Maybe Dominic was done with his work, and we could finally eat together. As I stepped inside, I found him in the living room, watching the news. The moment he noticed me, he grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “Where have you been?” he asked, his eyes scanning me as if checking if I had gone somewhere I shouldn’t have.
Sofia’s POV Dominic’s voice softened, but the steel beneath it remained. “Sofia, this isn’t just about nullifying your marriage anymore. This is about justice.” I met his gaze, and for the first time in years, I felt something other than fear. I felt rage. And I wanted the truth. Dominic leaned back, his expression grim. “That night at Romano University… I saw something that didn’t sit right with me.” A cold dread coiled in my stomach. “What did you see?” He exhaled slowly, as if weighing every word. “Brake fluid. A small puddle near where your car was parked. At first, I thought it was just an oil leak from another vehicle, but then I noticed something else—a piece of tubing, cut cleanly, lying nearby.” Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I clenched my hands together, my mind racing. “You think my brakes were tampered with?” Dominic’s jaw tightened. “It’s too much of a coincidence. Someone wanted you dead that night. If I had gotten to you a few m
Sofia’s POV The quiet hum of the study wrapped around us like a heavy blanket, thick with the weight of unspoken truths. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with neatly arranged law books—Dominic’s world, his sanctuary. But right now, it felt like an interrogation room. And I was finally ready to confess. “You asked me to tell you everything,” I murmured, my fingers gripping the armrest of the chair. Dominic nodded, his dark eyes fixed on me. “No more secrets, Sofia.” I exhaled slowly. “It happened five years ago. The day I lost everything.” He leaned forward slightly, silent but demanding, waiting for me to continue. “I was supposed to meet someone that day,” I started, my voice barely above a whisper. “I had just finished cheer practice, and I was running late. I rushed through everything—my shower, my drive—because I didn’t want to miss that meeting.” I swallowed, gripping my hands together to keep them from trembling. “And then… everything went wrong.” The memory pla
Dominic’s POV The scent of something warm and rich filled the air the moment I stepped into the mansion. It wasn’t the usual gourmet meals the chefs prepared—this was different. Heartier. Almost comforting. I hadn’t expected this. After spending days in Manila, taking care of everything for our plan, I was exhausted. I had officially resigned from Romano University, cutting my last tie to that place. There was nothing left for me there, and honestly, I felt relieved. Now, all I wanted was a shower and maybe some sleep. But instead, I found myself following the scent down the hallway. And that’s when I saw her. Sofia. She stood at the counter, her sleeves rolled up, an apron tied around her waist. Steam rose from a pot on the stove, and beside her, Martha was kneading dough. A wooden board filled with chopped potatoes, cabbage, and beans sat nearby. For a moment, I just watched. She looked… different. There was a lightness in her expression, something I hadn’t seen in
Sofia’s POV The Montague mansion was unlike anything I had ever seen—elegant, vast, and steeped in quiet authority. Every inch of it screamed wealth and power, from the grand chandeliers casting golden light over polished marble floors to the intricate carvings on the mahogany walls. It was the kind of place designed to impress and intimidate at the same time. With Dominic gone, I had nothing to do but wander. My footsteps echoed softly as I moved through the endless hallways, my fingers grazing the smooth wood of the banisters and the cold stone pillars that lined the corridors. The scent of aged books and fresh flowers mixed in the air, giving the place an odd contrast—timeless yet alive. I passed by rooms with tall windows draped in velvet curtains, libraries filled with leather-bound books, and parlors decorated with antique furniture that looked like they belonged in a museum. Every detail was carefully curated, every piece undoubtedly expensive. This wasn’t just a house—it
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