For the first time in what felt like forever, Sophia felt light. As she stepped through the front door that evening, a genuine smile stretched across her lips—one that wasn’t forced, wasn’t just a mask to get through the day. It felt strange, unfamiliar even, but she welcomed it. The house was quiet, save for the soft humming coming from the kitchen. Carla. " Oh, Carla!" Sophia called in a sing-song manner, kicking off her shoes and striding toward the kitchen with an energy she hadn’t felt in days. The older woman turned, startled, then gasped dramatically when she saw Sophia's face. "Oh my stars! You’re smiling! I must be seeing things." She made an attempt of wiping her eyes. "Quick, someone call the priest, it’s a miracle!" Sophia laughed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, stop it.""No, no, no! I must record this moment!"Carla grabbed a wooden spoon and tapped it against the counter like a microphone. "Today, February something-something, our dear Sophia has smiled. And not just smi
"This is a total disaster!” Sophia exclaimed, slamming her phone onto the kitchen counter after closing the YouTube app. Her frustration radiated through the quiet morning. Every tutorial she watched made pancakes seem effortless, but after three grueling hours, she had little to show for her efforts. The kitchen smelled of burnt batter, and her once-exquisite apron was streaked with flour and grease.She glared at the misshapen lump in the pan. Is this even a pancake?The thought of serving this mess to Ethan made her stomach twist. Not that her husband had high expectations—he’d long since stopped commenting on her cooking skills—but she still felt the sting of his disapproval every time he scowled at her meals.With a resigned sigh, Sophia abandoned the pan and reached for the bread. Toast and tea again. It wasn’t creative, and it certainly wasn’t impressive, but it was safe. Ethan would grumble, curse the day he laid off the cooks, take a few bites, and request his tea be poured i
Watch out!” A voice shouted from behind as a fast-moving object whizzed past Sophia's her face. Instinctively, she ducked just in time, narrowly avoiding the projectile.“That was quick,” a voice chuckled from behind her. “I thought living large would have dulled a few of the skills you picked up around here.”Sophia rolled her eyes, recognizing the voice immediately. She turned to face her younger brother, not by blood but by street, Abdul, who was grinning like a mischievous child. He was no longer the small boy she remembered; he had grown taller, his once-thin frame now thick with muscle. But despite the changes, he was still the same Abdul—impossible to surprise or outmaneuver.“You rude, little, silly prick,” she muttered as she playfully launched herself at him. Abdul let out a burst of laughter, sprinting away from her. He tried to use a few feints to throw her off, but Sophia had known him since he was born. She had been the one to change his diapers, after all. From the mome
Sophia's father's laughter boomed across the room, filling every corner with its deep, resonant sound. He was seated comfortably at the bed post, a green apple in his left hand and a knife in his right, dicing with practiced ease. "How on earth did you manage to put out the fire?" he asked, his amusement evident in his voice."It wasn’t me," Sophia replied, crossing her arms as she made herself more comfortable at the other end of the bed and leaning against the bed post. "One of the housemaids helped douse the flames. I begged her not to tell anyone, but the next day, it was the talk of the house. All the staff could talk about was how their boss’s new wife couldn’t even boil water without nearly burning the kitchen down."Her father burst into another fit of laughter, slapping his knee for emphasis. "That’s priceless! What did Ethan say?" His eyes, already glistening with tears from laughing too hard, were now fully watering.Sophia's irritation surfaced as the memory replayed in h
By the time Sophia got home, she was utterly drained and a little late. Not that it mattered much—Ethan had already mentioned he'd be working late tonight. She headed straight for her room, bypassing Carla, the only housemaid who stayed overnight. The other staff resumed their duties at eight in the morning and left by six in the evening. Since it was well past seven, Carla was the only one on hand for any urgent errands.Ignoring the plump woman’s polite greeting, Sophia climbed the grand staircase, her heels clicking against the polished hardwood floor. As soon as she reached her bedroom, she kicked off her shoes and began stripping off her work clothes and undergarments, discarding them onto the plush rug.The bedroom was enormous, as lavish as the rest of the house, but it was the adjoining bathroom that always took her breath away. Nearly half the size of the bedroom, it had gleaming marble floors, a glass-enclosed shower and many more features. However, tonight Sophia wasn’t int
It was at moments like these that Sophia wished she could drive. The compound had a variety of sleek cars—luxury brands that gleamed under the morning sun—but Ethan had taken the driver, as usual. No time to start thinking about that, she grabbed her bag, rushed out of the house, and stopped the first cab she saw."Where to, ma'am?" the driver asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror."DaeVille," she replied breathlessly. "As fast as you can go."The driver nodded and drove into traffic. Sophia leaned back in the seat, trying to calm the storm of anxiety swirling inside her. She rehearsed the apology she intended to deliver, her fingers tightly gripping the file in her lap.By the time they arrived at DaeVille Company, her nerves were having the best of her. The towering glass building loomed over her. She pushed a dollar note into the driver’s hand without waiting for change and bolted out of the car.The security guards greeted her with hopeful smiles, clearly expecting a tip.
Margaret giggled, her full lips curling into a smirk. She leaned back against the desk, arms folded beneath her chest. "She’s such a disappointment," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "I wonder how you must feel having her around you."The words had barely left her mouth before Ethan was on her, his grip like a vice as he yanked her forward. His fingers bit into the flesh of her arm, forcing her to meet his darkened gaze."What the hell was that supposed to mean?" His voice was low, seething. "Are you trying to get me divorced?"Margaret arched a brow, feigning innocence. "Oh, please. You didn’t stop me back then. Why start now?"She ripped her arm from his grasp, the movement causing her breasts to rise and fall. She moved over to the side of the mahogany desk at the center of his office, reaching for the crystal decanter and a glass cup. The deep red wine pouring into the glass, rich and dark."Besides," she continued, swirling the liquid in slow, deliberate motions, "why ar
Sophia’s hands trembled as she yanked open the closet door, her vision blurred by unshed tears. The suitcase sat there, waiting—just like she had been, all this time. She had once believed that Ethan’s distance stemmed from the fact that she wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but she had convinced herself that, with time, he would adjust. That he would see her.She had dreamed of the day he would walk up to her, wrap an arm around her waist like lovers do, whisper sweet words against her skin, and pull her into a kiss filled with warmth and passion. A love story. That’s what she had wanted. That’s what she had waited for.But that day was never coming.All the waiting, the hoping—it had been a cruel fantasy. Because there was someone else. Someone he wanted. Someone he touched.The scene played over in her mind like a movie clip. Ethan’s hands tangled in Margaret’s hair, his lips devouring hers, his body pressed so intimately against her that it had made Sophia feel invisible. As if she h
For the first time in what felt like forever, Sophia felt light. As she stepped through the front door that evening, a genuine smile stretched across her lips—one that wasn’t forced, wasn’t just a mask to get through the day. It felt strange, unfamiliar even, but she welcomed it. The house was quiet, save for the soft humming coming from the kitchen. Carla. " Oh, Carla!" Sophia called in a sing-song manner, kicking off her shoes and striding toward the kitchen with an energy she hadn’t felt in days. The older woman turned, startled, then gasped dramatically when she saw Sophia's face. "Oh my stars! You’re smiling! I must be seeing things." She made an attempt of wiping her eyes. "Quick, someone call the priest, it’s a miracle!" Sophia laughed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, stop it.""No, no, no! I must record this moment!"Carla grabbed a wooden spoon and tapped it against the counter like a microphone. "Today, February something-something, our dear Sophia has smiled. And not just smi
"So… I heard something interesting, yeah? Figured I'd try it out on you."Alex’s voice held a mischievous edge as he lazily licked the side of his hand where his ice cream had dripped. He had already devoured the vanilla scoop and was about to dig into the chocolate layer.Sophia arched a brow but continued savoring her chocolate strawberry cone, gesturing with a nod for him to continue."In my company, we deal with loans and all that financial jazz, so I know quite a few things about the subject. And that made me suddenly think—" he paused for dramatic effect, a smug grin curling at his lips. "Wait… Sophia must be a loan because she has my interest."Silence.Sophia froze mid-lick, her tongue just a breath away from her ice cream. Her expression twisted into something caught between disbelief and horror, eyes narrowing in apparent disgust."Did you just…" She shook her head as if trying to clear an intrusive thought. "No, wait. Did you seriously just drop a pick-up line?"The proud s
Sophia didn't know how long she had been confined to the four walls of her bedroom. Time had become a blur, measured only by the shifting light that peeked through the curtains. She hadn't stepped outside since that night and hadn't even considered it. The world beyond her door felt too vast, too overwhelming—too dangerous.The only human interaction she had was with Carla, whose presence had become a lifeline in the suffocating silence. The woman had always been around, but never before had Sophia truly seen her for what she was—more than just "Carla the helper" who talked too much and had a personality too colorful for Sophia to handle.Now, Carla felt more like a guardian, a nanny of sorts, fussing over her, scolding her when she refused to eat, and hovering like a mother hen. And for the first time in her life, Sophia realized what true, unconditional care felt like.Carla didn’t offer hollow words of comfort or false hope. She didn’t try to sugarcoat things or tell Sophia that ev
"Oh, my dear. Oh, my God. Look at what he did to you," Carla whispered, rushing to Sophia’s side with tears brimming in her eyes. She crouched beside her, hesitating for just a second before cupping Sophia’s tear-streaked face in her hands. "I knew he was brutal and cold—but not to this extent. This is wickedness." Sophia sat frozen, her body trembling like a leaf caught in a storm.The weight of what had just happened crashed over her, suffocating and relentless. The sheets beneath her were damp with sweat, her skin marred with the evidence of Ethan's cruelty. Every inch of her ached—not just physically, but in a way that reached deep into her soul, staining it. Carla had heard the screams, she'd tried to help. Really tried.But she was just a house-help. Her eyes darted from the bruises forming on Sophia’s delicate skin to the broken shards of glass on the floor, the remnants of the chocolate milkshake she'd prepared and dropped. The room was filled with a suffocating silence, o
Sophia swallowed hard, her mind racing for an answer that wouldn't ignite his temper. But she didn't get the chance to speak. Ethan rose from the chair in one fluid motion, the muscles in his shoulders tensing as he closed the distance between them. "You didn't answer my question," he murmured, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was deceptively gentle, but the steel in his eyes betrayed the storm raging beneath the surface. Sophia forced herself to hold his gaze. "I went out," she admitted, careful to keep her voice even. But within, she shook with fear. She didn't fully know who she was married to and his capability. The fight he had with Alex made her understand this.His hand trailed down the side of her neck, lingering just a second too long before curling around her throat—not squeezing, just resting there, possessive. "Out," he echoed mockingly. "And I suppose you thought I wouldn't find out where you went?" Her brows furrowed. "What do you me
"Your job..." Alex said, his voice steady as he walked down one of the long, glass-paneled hallways of Caldwell Investments. His polished black shoes tapped against the sleek marble floor, the sound echoing. The walls, lined with modern LED panels, displayed fluctuating stock prices, high-profile business headlines, and detailed analytics of ongoing investment projects. Sophia followed beside him, her eyes flicking across the sophisticated setting—tall, arched ceilings, a polished reception desk with a digital display, and employees in crisp suits moving with purpose. It was a stark contrast to what she was used to, and every step into this world felt surreal. "...is to convince those we term our 'Thomas Sponsors,'" Alex continued, leading her toward the main office wing. "You see, these people are...stubborn. And when I say stubborn, I don’t mean the usual ‘No, I can’t invest in your business because you’re not giving me what I want’ kind of stubborn. No. That kind can be negotia
Sophia stared at the phone in her hand, her mother’s words still ringing in her ears. 'Get rid of that thought.'Why did her mother have to make her feel...wrong?Why did she have to do everyone's heart desire while she ignored hers?Why did she have to obey and behave like a puppy?'Get rid of that thought', The words came again.Like hell she would. For years, she had listened. Obeyed. Did what was expected of her. She had been the perfect daughter, the perfect wife—silent, patient, enduring. But where had that gotten her? A loveless marriage. A husband who barely acknowledged her and cheated on her. A mother who valued wealth over her happiness. A life that wasn’t even hers. Sophia clenched her fists. The business card Alex had given her sat on the bedside table, taunting her, daring her to take the next step. She picked it up, her fingers tightening around it. 'You live in wealth, Sophia. How long will it take you to understand that?'Her mother’s voice echoed in her h
No one in the house found rest that night. Not Sophia. Not Ethan. The only one who had a decent night’s sleep was Carla. Buried under a mound of blankets in one of the guest rooms, half-naked with the air conditioner blasting, she was out like the dead. Not even an earthquake could have disturbed her peace. For Ethan, sleep was a distant dream. Lying on the plush couch in his study, staring up at the ornate chandelier that cast a dim glow across the ceiling, his mind worked relentlessly. His thoughts stirred over strategies, tactics, and countermeasures—ways to keep his house, his business, and his life in order. Because Alex had returned, found a way into his life once again.Alex—the one person who had been, and would always be, his greatest competition. In business, in status, in life. Ethan had clawed his way to the top, built his empire brick by brick, yet every time he turned, Alex was right beside him, rising just as effortlessly. The bastard never even broke a sweat.
Ethan lunged at Alex without hesitation, a storm of jealousy, rage, and possessiveness consuming him. His movements were swift, fueled by an anger so intense, it nearly blinded him. In seconds, he closed the distance between them, grabbing Alex by the collar and slamming him into the wall with a force that rattled him to the bones. "What the fuck are you doing in my house, you son of a bitch?" Ethan spat, his grip tightening like a vice. His voice was low, deadly. "You think you can just walk in here and ruin my life? Show your ugly face and destroy everything I've built? You think you can touch what's mine and get away with it?" With a violent yank, Ethan shoved Alex to the ground. Alex landed with a grunt but barely flinched, propping himself up on his elbow with an amused smirk. He wiped a speck of blood from his lip and chuckled darkly. "Some things never really change, do they?" he taunted, his voice laced with challenge. Sophia, caught between them, stood frozen in shock