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Sophia’s Point of View: I tossed and turned all night. Despite the room’s complete renovation, I couldn't sleep. For the first time since the incident, the nightmares returned—vivid, relentless, and cruelly familiar. I was back on that cold bench, chains biting into my wrists. The strange man loomed over me, his shadow stretching across the dimly lit room. Beside him stood Ava and John, their laughter slicing through the suffocating silence, their eyes gleaming with twisted delight at my helplessness. And then there was William—my hero. He appeared, just like before, ready to save me. But just as his hand reached for mine, a deafening gunshot tore through the air. I watched, horror twisting in my gut, as he crumpled to the ground. His body lay still, lifeless. And that was when I felt the most fear—not when I was tied up, not even when I thought I was going to die. It was the sight of William’s body on the floor that truly broke me. I woke up gasping, sweat clinging to my
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Sophia's Point of View "I could hear it." The sound of my husband pleasuring another woman—her loud, shameless moans and the rhythmic pounding of the bed against the floor. This wasn’t the first time, yet every time he did it, it felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest. "Ma'am!" Beatrice's voice jolted me out of my trance. I turned to her, dazed. "Your hands, ma’am, they’re burning!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with alarm. Only then did the pain register. "Ouch!" I winced, yanking my hands away from the flames. "Don’t worry, ma’am. I’ll handle this," Beatrice offered quickly, taking over at the stove. I nodded numbly and opened the first cabinet to retrieve a bandage for my hand. The pain was nothing compared to the ache inside me. When Beatrice finished, she handed me the tray. Breakfast for my husband and his mistress—a command he barked every morning without fail, brushing past me on his way to the bedroom. With a heavy heart, I took the tray and made my wa
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I struggled to break free, but his grip was so tight—this time, he seemed prepared. John turned to the woman on the bed. "Leave us," he commanded. I could hear the rustle of sheets as she gathered her things, preparing to leave. My heart shattered knowing what was about to happen. I could already feel the pain, and tears began to fall. "Please," I whispered, my last attempt to save myself. "Don’t beg me now. You brought this on yourself," John sneered, his voice thick with weak pride. "I’m not begging you, John," I said, shifting my gaze to the woman about to exit. She was the only one standing between me and him, the only person who could help. "Don’t leave. If you go, he’ll kill me," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling with fear. I saw it in John’s eyes—he was capable of it. The woman paused halfway, her gaze flickering toward me. I saw her expression soften, just a little. "I said leave, Matilda. Get out!" John barked. But she shook her head, turning to face me in
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Victor's point of view. I leaned back in my chair, the cold blade of the knife glinting under the dim light as I peeled an apple with deliberate precision. My focus wasn’t on the fruit, though. It was on the sniveling mess dangling over the edge of the room, blood dripping from his swollen face. Mateo's voice broke the tense silence, his desperate pleas ringing out. "Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price. Rising from my chair, I flipped the knife in my hand,
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Sophia's point of view My heart raced as I got into the cab, and as soon as I settled in, I called my best friend. My voice, trembling with excitement, yelped, “I did it, Ava! I finally got the divorce.” I squealed. I could sense the shock in Ava's voice as it came in slightly strained. "Are you for real?" she said, her voice slowly rising as we spoke. "Yes, you wouldn't believe it!" I nodded eagerly as if she could see me. "I got help from one of his mistresses. It was a very strange alliance, but she stood up for me, and together we made him speechless," my voice was beaming with pride as I told Ava what had happened. She was the only family I had left now, and she had been rooting for me to walk out of this sham of a marriage from day one. "That's crazy!" Ava exclaimed. "Uhum," I replied. "What did John do?" she wondered. I smiled. "He was speechless," I chuckled. "Don't worry, I am on my way to your house right now. I will tell you everything when I get there. If you d
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Victor's point of view. As soon as the plane touched down, I dialed Matilda’s number, my heart pounding as we moved quickly to the waiting SUV on the runway. “How is she?" I demanded as soon as Matilda picked up, my voice was sharp and to the point. There was a brief hesitation, a deadly pause that sent a chill up my spine. Then came her stammering. “I... I don’t know, sir. He... he took her to a small, abandoned warehouse in Greenwich.” “Greenwich?” I barked, loud enough for the driver to hear. Without needing further instruction, he nodded and adjusted course. “We’ll be there in ten minutes,” I said. “But you need to get there first. Stop him before he can do anything.” The silence on the other end spoke louder than words, and then came more stammering. “Sir… I… we had a problem on the way. We are still in Inwood,” she said. My eyes narrowed, anger boiling through me. How could she be so incompetent? What if something happened to Sophia before we got there? She opened her
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I woke up to find myself strapped to a cold, unforgiving concrete slab, my wrists and ankles bound tightly with chains that bit into my skin. My breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as my eyes adjusted to the dim, flickering light above. A blurred figure loomed over me, and the sound of his voice, dripping with malice, sent a chill through my veins. “Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead,” he drawled, his tone mocking and cruel. My vision cleared, and I was met with the sight of a man whose presence oozed danger. His face was rough, his eyes cold, devoid of humanity, and his mouth curled into a twisted grin that promised pain. My chest tightened as I struggled against the chains, the metal biting deeper into my skin with every move. “Please... please,” I whispered, my voice trembling as tears welled up in my eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he would spare me. But he only chuckled, a sound so devilish it made my blood run cold. “Oh, you’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” he sneered, his hands bru
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Sophia’s Point of View: The man hesitated, his eyes narrowing for a moment as though he was searching for an answer. “I guess I was just at the right place, at the right time,” he finally said, his tone smooth. “I was following a lead, and it brought me to you.” I raised a skeptical brow, studying his face. Something didn’t add up. “A lead? Are you a cop or something?” He shook his head quickly, his jaw tightening. “Not exactly. I work in private security.” “Hmm,” I murmured, trying to read his expression, but his face remained unreadable. “Private security?” I echoed. “Like a bodyguard?” He nodded. “Something like that,” he responded. I narrowed my eyes at him. “I never knew bodyguards followed leads,” I said, trying to catch him in a lie. My gut told me he wasn’t being entirely truthful. “I’m a special kind of bodyguard,” he said, his voice tinged with pride, as though he took genuine satisfaction in his work. It made him seem slightly more believable. “They had a t
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Sophia’s Point of View: I tossed and turned all night. Despite the room’s complete renovation, I couldn't sleep. For the first time since the incident, the nightmares returned—vivid, relentless, and cruelly familiar. I was back on that cold bench, chains biting into my wrists. The strange man loomed over me, his shadow stretching across the dimly lit room. Beside him stood Ava and John, their laughter slicing through the suffocating silence, their eyes gleaming with twisted delight at my helplessness. And then there was William—my hero. He appeared, just like before, ready to save me. But just as his hand reached for mine, a deafening gunshot tore through the air. I watched, horror twisting in my gut, as he crumpled to the ground. His body lay still, lifeless. And that was when I felt the most fear—not when I was tied up, not even when I thought I was going to die. It was the sight of William’s body on the floor that truly broke me. I woke up gasping, sweat clinging to my
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John's point of view: "This bitch." I stared at her, watching as she bossed everyone around. This was the same little Sophia who used to worship the ground I walked on, and now she had the guts to talk back to me? I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my anger in check, but it was damn near impossible. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to put her back in her place. She was beneath me, and it didn’t matter if her father had all the money in the world—or if she did now. "Well, you should get to cleaning. From the look of it, you might have to spend the whole day," she said with a smirk, mocking me. I shot her a glare before turning my attention to the room. My stomach twisted. 'How the hell did anyone live here?' It looked more like a closet than a room. I stepped inside, forced to duck my head to get through the doorway. Sophia was tall. how could she even fit in here for so long. The place was disgusting, the kind of space even rats would turn their noses up at. I looked ar
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Sophia's point of view; "Follow me. I'll show you to your rooms," I instructed, gesturing for John to get to his feet. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before rising. Rose followed close behind as I led them down the hall. The room I chose for John was one I knew all too well. My old room. The one Maxwell Smith had forced me to stay in. It was tiny, damp, and wedged directly under the staircase. I had spent countless nights staring at the low ceiling, my body aching from exhaustion, yet unable to sleep because of the constant creaking above me—the heavy stomping of feet, reminding me of my place beneath them. The only nights I ever found peace were when Maxwell was away. Rose would let me sneak into her room, where the mattress was soft, and the silence didn't suffocate me. "Here," I said, pushing the door open. A gust of dust rushed out, thick and stale, forcing all of us to cough. The air inside reeked of mildew, and the mold that had once been a small patch on the w
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Was I not his type? I wondered, my mind racing as I stared at William. Was he even into women? I shook off the thought. Why was I always drawn to men who didn’t find me attractive? First John, now William. 'Snap out of it,' I told myself, pushing the thoughts away. "I’ll ask Grace to clean the room for you. While she does that, you can have your men set up the cameras," I instructed, my voice firm. William had suggested installing cameras throughout the house, insisting it was the best way to protect me. "Everywhere except the room I’ll be staying in," I added. "And I want full access to the footage." I didn’t wait for his reply before turning away, my steps carrying me toward the master bedroom. The moment I stepped inside, a chill crawled up my spine. My breath caught in my throat. The room looked exactly like the one John and I had shared. The same furniture. The exact same curtains. The wallpaper. Even that hideous painting of a boat—hung in the same spot where a c
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Sophia's Point of View: I watched as John and his family carried their boxes out of the house, yet the satisfaction I had expected to feel never came. My gaze drifted to Rose, and a hint of sadness tightened my chest. After my mother’s death, she had been like a mother to me. And just like me, she had suffered under the Smiths’ cruelty. "Wait!" I called out, suddenly uneasy at the thought of Rose being out on the streets. I folded my arms over my chest, forcing indifference into my tone. "I might consider letting you all stay in the guest quarters—if you beg." John turned, his face twisting with disdain. "Beg you?" he spat. "Never." His voice dripped with pride. I glanced briefly at Rose. She was looking at Maxwell as though hoping he would say something, but he didn't, and she stayed quiet. She was always a loyal wife. "Suit yourself," I said with a shrug, watching them leave. I knew John hated handling cash—so much so that they probably didn’t have enough on them to even p
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Third person narrative; "I'm sorry, sir, but your card has been declined," the receptionist said, handing the card back to John. John's eyes narrowed as he snatched it from her, flipping it over as if staring at it long enough would change the outcome. With a sharp inhale, he shoved it back into his wallet and turned to his father, his voice laced with barely contained fury. "She cleaned us out." Sophia had done more than freeze their official accounts—somehow, she had drained every last cent from their personal ones too. "That bitch," Maxwell Smith growled, rubbing his temples before turning to his wife, Rose, who stood stiffly in the corner, guarding their hastily packed boxes like a soldier protecting the remnants of a fallen empire. "Do you have any money?" he barked, extending a hand toward her as if the mere act of reaching out would summon cash into his palm. Rose scoffed, shaking her head. "Thirty years, Maxwell. Thirty years, and you've never given me a single cent
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Note this chapter is Written in Third person narrative for clarity;Two Days Later"Dad, what the hell is going on?" John yelled as he stormed into the family house, slamming the door behind him. His face was flushed with anger, his breathing ragged. Just minutes ago, he'd been thrown out of his house by police officers, his accounts frozen without warning. Maxwell, who had been calmly eating at the dining table, lifted his head, a frown forming on his face. Rose Smith, John's mother, looked up from her tea, concern flickering in her eyes. "What is it, dear?" she asked. John didn’t bother answering her. Instead, he strode over and threw a stack of court documents onto the table. "I just got these," he snapped. "It says S.M. is investigating me, and everything I own is going to be seized!" Maxwell’s frown deepened as he grabbed the papers, flipping through them hastily. His expression darkened. "What?!" he exploded, pushing back his chair. The sound of it scraping against the
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Sophia's point of view; "I agree with Arnold. We never should have gone along with this," James said dismissively. "It’s ridiculous to hand over the company to someone just because they landed one deal when John and Maxwell have secured several." My breath hitched. I stared at them, shocked and disappointed, anger bubbling beneath my skin as I glared at both men. I had expected resistance, but the sheer hypocrisy stung. They had only agreed to this because they were certain John would win. Now that the outcome wasn’t in their favor, they wanted to rewrite the rules. My hands curled into fists beneath the table. I forced myself to take a deep, steadying breath, but the frustration still tightened around my chest. Then, I felt William lean in. His voice was low, firm. “Ask them to take a vote.” I hesitated, my heart pounding. “What?” I turned to him, searching his face. He looked completely sure of himself, as if he already knew how this would play out. "Are you sure?" I whis
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The next day, I woke up with body aches. The impact of falling to the ground and nearly getting shot coursed through my body like a chill. As soon as I opened my eyes, I glanced at the time—just minutes past nine. The governor's Chief of Staff had promised to send the documents over today, and I didn’t want to miss anything. I struggled to my feet, rummaging through my belongings for my phone, but it was nowhere to be found. Panic set in as I tried to recall where I’d left it. Then it hit me—I must have dropped it while running for my life. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I freshened up, then picked out a dress from the collection of clothes William had gotten for me. I took a deep breath, feeling oddly more comfortable accepting favors from Victor—the dangerous billionaire—than from William, the bodyguard. After getting dressed, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my mind racing. 'Do you even believe him? Can you trust him?' I questioned myself. William had been lying to
