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.
View MoreSofia’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
Gabriel’s POVI stared at the DNA results in my hands, the paper crumpling beneath my tightening grip. The letters blurred before me, but I didn’t need to read them again. I already knew what they said.Sofia was gone.A hollow laugh escaped my lips. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. This was Sofia. She was stubborn, reckless—she wouldn’t just die like that.But the proof was right in front of me. A cold, unchangeable fact.My chest ached, but it wasn’t just grief—it was something deeper, something I refused to acknowledge before. Guilt.I was never the husband she needed. Never the man she deserved. I stole her dreams and crushed them beneath the weight of my own expectations. I silenced her protests, dismissed her pain, convinced myself that I knew what was best for her—even when she was begging me to listen.And now, there is only silence.I see it all now, as if every memory has sharpened in her absence. The way her smile faded, piece by piece, like a painting losing its color. Th
Dominic’s POVThe drive back to Manila was long, but I barely noticed the hours slipping by. My mind was too occupied, running through every loose end I had to tie up.Gabriel would be looking for answers.The police would be reviewing the case.And somewhere in the middle of it all, I had to make sure no one ever questioned what happened to Sofia Romano.By the time I reached the city, the sun was setting, casting an eerie glow over the skyline. I parked a few blocks away from my destination—a bar near the docks where I knew I’d find the man I needed to see.Inside, the stench of alcohol and sweat clung to the air. I spotted him immediately—Carlos, one of the men I’d paid to handle the body switch. He was sitting in a booth, a duffel bag resting on the seat beside him.I slid into the seat across from him. He tensed but didn’t hesitate to push the bag toward me.“Everything you asked for,” he said, his voice low.I unzipped the bag just enough to catch a glimpse of the contents—flash
Dominic’s POVI sat in the living room, hunched over with my elbows resting on my knees, staring at nothing. The sunlight spilled across the marble floor, golden and warm, but I barely noticed. I was drinking alcohol instead of coffee in the morning, the scent mingling with the salty ocean breeze drifting through the open balcony doors.All I could hear were her words from last night.“I hate my marriage. I hate the life I’ve been forced to live.”My jaw tightened. I had always known—always felt—that something was wrong. The way she moved, the way she smiled without it ever reaching her eyes. But hearing her say it? That made it real.“He controls everything—who I see, where I go.”I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my hair. I had seen it. The way Gabriel stripped her freedom away, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but the perfect wife he wanted her to be.“And I was too afraid to fight back because I didn’t even know who I was anymore. But now I do.”That’s wh
Sofia's POVIt’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 daydrea...
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