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Emerald Wyatt’s pov(Sophia’s adoptive mom)I took slow sips of my morning coffee, trying to push away the uneasy feeling in my chest. The dinner party last night had been a lively affair, but something about it left me feeling unsettled.Sophia, my daughter, got married last year, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.I had never been in favor of Sophia's early marriage. I wanted her to pursue her career and become more confident before settling down. Hunter's daughters, Merissa and Maria, who were also present at the dinner, reminded me of what Sophia could have achieved had she not gotten married so young. Maybe I should have tried harder to persuade her."What are you thinking, Guzel?" Raphael, my husband, wrapped his strong arms around me from behind. I turned to him and smiled as he kissed me on the lips."Last night... Sophia..." I trailed off, unsure how to voice my concerns.As soon as he heard the words, Raphael exhaled deeply and slowly, pulling up a stoo
Colter pov:All I wanted to do right now was drink and drink and drink and then get drunk. That was the only way I could forget how Sophia, my wife tried to sabotage my life and my mood.Last night and then this morning…I mean what the hell! I fell in love with her, married her and all she seemed to do was whining and complaining like a middle-class woman with money problems and husband problems.She didn’t have both. She was loaded with money and luckily got a loyal husband.Last night it was a stomach bug and, in the morning, as usual, I picked up her phone to check her messages.Like a good husband, I needed to keep an eye on my wife. My father always taught me that women could never be trusted, and I never agreed.That was a mistake. I guess he was right. I opened her phone and Tada. The window to that as**shole’s DMs was open. Now I didn’t know why she did that. There was no exchange of messages between them. But then what was she doing?Staring at his profile picture?Yuk!Disg
Sophia pov “Your tooth is just fine,” the physician said after examining it, “You are feeling the pain due to the …” he paused for a moment, “the blow. I mean…” “We understand doctor,” Rowan stepped in while standing there. He had provided me with a pink t-shirt and pink cotton funky pants. “It’s Maria’s!” he explained when I had knitted my brows examining it. “I am placing some painkillers along with a sleeping pill on your nightstand. You need to take rest, Mrs. Wright.” I wanted to wince at the surname, “For now you must go for soft food.” The word food reminded me, I didn’t eat anything since morning. Whatever I ate at night was vomited out of my system. I plopped back on the pillow when Rowan escorted the doctor out of the room. The thought of popping in all those pills was making me sick. I always hated taking medicines. Dad was the one who used to put up with my grumbling and crankiness and help me swallow those pills. A uniformed woman came inside with a small tray, we
Sophia pov:As we were having our breakfast, the tension between us was palpable. It was the first time we had eaten together in what felt like ages, except that last anniversary dinner and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the thought of finally being able to enjoy a meal in peace.For some reason, Rowan had stopped attending our family reunions in the summers a long time back.The stress and anxiety of the past few months had taken a toll on me, and right now I was grateful for this opportunity to unwind.But even as I savored each bite of my breakfast, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of unease that lingered at the back of my mind. It had been one year since I last ate anything in the morning, and the mere thought of food made my stomach churn.I used to avoid eating and drinking in the mornings because I knew I would be cuffed and won’t get a chance to visit the bathroom.I couldn't help but think back to the time I spent with Colter in the past year. I used to
Sophia pov:“Yes, I am Sophia. And … no!” I smiled unsure of myself, “You haven’t disturbed me at all. Thanks to these soundproof walls.” “Yeah,” he extended his hand for a handshake, “Hello. I am Ryan,” I shook his hand finding him sweet because he did not stare at me due to my facial wounds. Turning around, he twisted the door handle and opened the bedroom door. “Guys. See, who is here.” Quite hesitantly, I followed Ryan into the bedroom and was surprised to find a group of young people already there. Two girls and three guys, to be exact. Including Rowan. They all turned to look at us as we entered. As soon as Rowan found me entering inside, he stood up grinning at me. "Hey guys, this is THE Sophia," Ryan said mischievously, gesturing to me. "We are Justin’s friends, Sophia. Sorry for crashing unannounced. The girl with a small ponytail is Kim," he pointed to one of the girls, "and the other two are Mike and Mia." I kind of knew their faces. While stalking Rowan’s profile I di
Sophia pov:I was tossing and turning in my bed. For getting up early morning, I skipped my sleeping pill but now this light throbbing pain in my jaw was not letting me sleep.“Sophie?” I saw Rowan leaning against the door frame wearing boxers.Only in boxers.“Yes, Rowan?” I sat up and started pulling my hair in a bun, “how can I help you?” I asked like a professional receptionist making him chuckle.“I wish you could help me…” I heard him muttering and my hands paused in my hair.“What did you say?”“Nothing. Why are you not asleep yet?” he came inside and instead of walking to the edge of the bed, he went to the other side and fell on his face beside me.“Nothing. There is this slight pain here,” the moment the words were out of my mouth, he was at once sitting up with a frown.“Show me,” he came closer walking on his knees. I quickly fixed the neckline of my sleeping dress and pulled the quilt to my neck. Also, I tried my best to ignore those powerful thighs …Hell!“Did you take
Sophia’s pov:Most of the stuff I had packed for the beach belonged to Maria. Rowan insisted that we could go shopping after reaching our destination, but I didn’t agree.I was already a freeloader in his family hotel. Eating his food, wearing his sister’s clothes, getting his time, and last night I even used his chest to place my head.Urgh. Don’t think about it, Sophie. Stop thinking about his chest. He is younger. Remember? He is younger than you.“Sophie,” I was stuffing Maria’s clothes in the bag when I heard him behind me. He was wearing a formal white shirt with black office pants.“Are you sure we are going to the beach, Rowan?” I tried teasing him.“Yes. Let me remind you we will be shooting a documentary too,” he said busily and started wearing his shoes.“Did you take your medicine, princess?” he asked me while wearing the wristwatch.“Yes, Rowan.”“Have you kept extra medicine for our stay?”“Yes, Rowan.” I again responded mechanically.This time he chuckled and kissed my
Sophia povKim didn’t look happy with the setting, but Rowan didn’t seem to give a damn about it. He held my hand in the backseat, and I could feel the smile tugging on the corner of his lips even when he was looking out of the window.I didn’t know if I was ready for the next relationship, but I wanted to get rid of Colter. No more abuse.And I wanted to be friends again with Rowan. Or maybe something more. He had been offering me to call him for help even when I hadn’t started experiencing abuse at the hands of Colter.It would be unfair to Rowan, to let him think that I am doing it because of him. Which was half true. Yes. But what about the other half?His emotions which could never budge me since childhood had started affecting me in ways. Maybe I was getting the love and care from him that I had been craving from Colter.I looked up when I felt him squeezing my hand. Ryan was chatting endlessly. It was Kim who had gone suddenly quiet.She did turn her head once or twice and foun