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Chapter Eight
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I walked into the room, my heart pounding against my chest with each step. But I couldn’t afford to let it show—not here, not now. As I entered, I caught John shifting uncomfortably in his chair, beads of sweat rolling down his temple. Good. "Let the cowards sweat," “Sophia Martins,” I announced, my eyes scanning the room. “You said she was dead,” Carlos blurted, his attention snapping to John, whose eyes darted nervously. “I... I was told she was dead,” John stammered, his voice cracking under pressure—and I liked it. “Oh? By who—the person you sent to kill me?” My voice rang out, sharp enough to draw gasps from the room. “W-what are you talking about, Sophia?” John was about to stutter some excuse when his father stepped in. "John was called by the morgue and told you were dead,” Maxwell said, his tone calm and calculated as he attempted to defuse the situation. He glanced at his son, who was visibly shaken, and smoothly continued, “You can imagine how shocked we al
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Sophia's point of view “What!” Maxwell exclaimed, his face turning a deep shade of red as he shot to his feet, fists clenched. “Are you out of your mind?” He began to yell, but Arnold, one of the shareholders, raised a hand to cut him off. “Sit down, Maxwell. Let’s remain professional,” Arnold said calmly, giving Maxwell a warning look before turning his attention to me. “We understand your claim to the company, Sophia, but that’s not how business works,” Arnold said as his eyes locked on mine. “You have a right to your shares and the profits they bring, but the position of CEO is for the board to decide—not you.” He glanced around the room for support before continuing. “After your father’s passing, John and Maxwell Smith have been running this company effectively. You can’t just walk in here and decide to strip that from them.” “Effectively?” I countered, my voice firm. “they have kept the company afloat, but not as well as my father did. I’ve seen the statistics; the compan
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Victor's point of view: Resisting Sophia was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. She was simply too perfect—her confident demeanor during the meeting, the way her beautiful eyes darted around when she was nervous... everything about her was captivating. As I stood beside her, I tried my hardest to focus, but my mind kept wandering. The urge to lift her up, place her on that table, and— And now we were back home. She was being the absolute cutest, her fear endearing as she underestimated her own strength. She spoke about paying me back, and I wished I could tell her that she owed me nothing. If anything, I owed her everything. "How else can I pay you back, William?" she whispered, sending shivers down my spine. The way she said my name made me curse whoever named me Victor because, at that moment, "William" sounded infinitely better. I stared into her beautiful brown eyes, as always completely captured. I tried to maintain my composure, but when my gaze fell on her plump, pi
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Sophia's point of view.Two Days Later – The Governor’s PartyI stood at the entrance, waiting for William to finish parking the car. "Why isn’t there a damn valet in this place?" a voice I knew too well yelled from the corner. I tried to focus on the entrance, adjusting my stance to let them pass and pretending I didn’t see them. Then, I felt someone behind me. "Is this who I think it is?" Her annoyingly squeaky voice came from behind me. I turned sharply, my eyes narrowing. "Ava." I sighed, her name leaving my mouth like a bitter pill. Her betrayal was far worse than John’s because, with her, I’d actually thought we were friends. Her smirk was as smug as ever, like she hadn’t tried to kill me the last time we met. "Sophia," she drawled, leaning in like we were old friends. "John told me you were still alive." Her whisper sent shivers down my spine. If I wasn’t in an expensive gown, I’d have shoved her to the ground and wiped that smirk off her face. "Unfortunately for
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"William!" I whispered sharply, trying to berate him silently and hoping to address his rudeness before the governor could react. But to my surprise, the governor's unexpected response caught me off guard.The governor chuckled warmly. "He's right," he said, his tone calm yet commanding. "Sophia is here on my invitation, after all. Let her sit next to me." He tapped the chair beside him with an inviting smile. "Sit here, Sophia. Let’s chat while we enjoy the show."His reassuring smile was so genuine, so disarming, that it instantly melted my frustration.I glanced briefly at Marcus, who forced a tight smile, muttering, "Sure," before glaring briefly at William in annoyance. He quickly masked it, turning back to me with another polished smile. I returned the gesture politely, my gaze shifting to Ophelia, who remained poised and unbothered, her focus elsewhere."Sit, Sophia," William said softly, pulling out the chair for me.Reluctantly, I nodded and took the seat, with William settli
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Note: this chapter is written in third person for a wider perspective: Sophia's face curved into a frown. “I am serious, William,” she said firmly. She had a feeling William—no, Victor—was toying with her. “Fine,” Victor finally admitted, his voice taking on a more serious edge. “I told the governor to check his son. I noticed how uncomfortable his hands made you.” Sophia took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I appreciate your concern, but I wish you had let me handle it myself,” she said, her voice carrying her frustration. “The last thing I need is the governor getting upset right before I pitch the company.” Her eyes flicked briefly toward the table where the governor and Marcus now sat. “I’m sure the governor is well aware of the kind of son he has,” Victor replied, his tone calm almost non challant. “Marcus is a ladies’ man who doesn’t take no for an answer. He’s not as charming as he likes to seem.” Victor explained, not adding the fact that Marcus had a history of
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Sophia's point of view: The governor’s birthday ended at midnight, and the drive home was unbearably quiet. While I sat in silence, trying to enjoy my first big win, I felt uneasy. Something about William didn’t feel right. He had too many secrets, and I suddenly felt stupid for letting myself trust him. I didn’t say a word. Instead, I picked up my phone and typed in the name Marie had called him—“Victor Falcone.” I combed through the internet, social media, anything I could find. But there was nothing—no pictures, no real information. The only things I found were articles about a wealthy man—how impossibly rich a man with the same name was, with rumors of him being the wealthiest man in the United States and Italy. But none of them mentioned what he looked like or how old he was. For all I knew, William’s boss could be some old billionaire scouting for his next plaything. “Are you okay, Sophia?” William’s voice startled me, and I glanced at him, realizing how glued I’d been to
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Sophia's point of view “Get down!” William’s voice roared behind me, breaking through the fog of terror. Time slowed. The man’s finger twitched on the trigger. I dropped to the ground just as a deafening crack shattered the night. The bullet zipped past me, so close I could feel its heat. I stayed down, hearing the sound of gunshots as chaos erupted. Tires screeched. Doors slammed. Another shot rang out, and I crawled behind a nearby car, my heart hammering in my chest. “Stay down, Sophia!” William shouted. I turned to see him standing outside the Audi, his own gun drawn. He fired twice, forcing the men to retreat into their car. “Sophia, move!” William yelled, sprinting toward me. I scrambled to my feet, but the car was closing in too fast. Just as I braced for impact, William tackled me, throwing us both to the side. We hit the pavement hard, pain exploding in my shoulder, but the car missed us by inches. “What’s going on?” Security guards began to rush out with their
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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
