All Chapters of Chasing Sofia : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SOFIAI spread out my legs on the bed more, stretching my muscles to gain comfort. It was so relaxing. It must have been the most relaxed sleep I had ever had in my life since I was given birth to. My head didn't ache, my stomach didn't ache and I wasn't hungry. I wasn't tired either.It wasn't the kind of sleep you'll fall into and be having nightmares. The temperature was just right. And so was every other thing. Olivia wasn't here to mock me. Ronaldo wasn't here to bully me or insult me. I was free to sleep still like every human should.I thought about the times I stayed in Ronaldo's house. I was asked to do the dishes everyday. I became a servant. Although he was fair to us both when we arrived, things just started changing slightly and I began to irritate him. That was the beginning of my woes in that house.Once I fell really ill, and it took a heavy toll on me. After bearing the pain till what seemed like death, I finally opened up to my sister. It was annoying that she didn'

SOFIAI was so tired. Scanning through the web for jobs and getting my resume updated was tiring.But then, was I supposed to be working my ass out when I had a lot that could be enough for my lifetime? No, I shouldn't but then…I couldn't help but reflect on the immense privilege that had been bestowed upon me. It was all too much, my parents had Olivia and I inind, because this was huge. They left us the trust fund, a safety net that could have easily allowed me to live a life of leisure and luxury. But that was never who I was, nor who they wanted me to become.To even start with, when I was young, I was never one to lay back and do nothing with my life or get attached to glittering things. From a young age, I had always possessed an innate drive and determination to make something of myself.But Olivia, on the other hand, seemed to be more concerned with materialistic things. She tossed it all away and hung on to things that glittered like it would give her all the happiness she d

SOFIA Here we go.I was still scanning the environment. The once vibrant colour of paint now made the house look like a typical building for Halloween. I couldn't help but feel a wave of fear wash over me. The memories of the horrors that had happened all those years ago came rushing back, threatening to consume me and choke me to death.But Alex, true to his words, stood beside me, his presence providing a sense of reassurance. "You would be fine, Sofia.""What if I'm not?" I asked him."You will. My men and I haven't stepped in, we just removed the locks and all. You have to step in first and do the honours. It's been long and this house deserves your prayers."I nodded in agreement and looked at the door. I knew Alex wanted the best for me now, he wanted me to be the one to step inside and face whatever lay within; like the image of my dead parents on the floor.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling hands and racing heart. The weight of responsibility settled heavily

SOFIA"This..This isn't supposed to be here."I was blank for a few minutes. Perhaps I was mistaken. The men could have dragged it here. But no, I was leaning here all this while and they did not come close to me. Also, Alex told me he and his men didn't enter the house, they waited till I came.I stared at the desk in front of me, my eyes widened with a mix of surprise and confusion. I wasn't sure if I was right or not, but then, I tried to remember. I couldn't forget any memories made in this house. They came back, the memories, they came back as soon as I stepped foot in this house, the memories flooded my mind as I recalled where the desk used to be.I wasn't mistaken. The desk used to be in dad's sturdy room. I remembered, I remember the countless times my twin sister and I would play in that study desk, pretending to be important adults conducting business or her being a judge and me being the criminal.I couldn't forget the countless hours my twin sister and I spent playing in

SOFIAI checked the address of the letter again, my eyes scanned the elegant handwriting that adorned the page. Although the handwriting was unfamiliar, in some ways it looked like something I was familiar with.Alex, sensing my intrigue, leaned over and asked, "What's in it?"I took a deep breath and read out the name of the person it was addressed to.A lot of people came to our house. Most especially dad's coworkers and his old friends. I clearly tried to relive those days, to remember the man who bears the name on the letter.My father was a lovely person, he would invite friends over and they would have late-night conversations over glasses of whiskey, laughter echoing through our home during festive gatherings, and the unwavering support they had provided each other throughout their professional endeavours.Alex's eyes gleamed with curiosity as he waited for me to share what I had discovered. With a sigh, I looked up at him and said, "It's a letter from my father to his business