All Chapters of From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SOPHIA When I entered Victor's room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head leaning slightly against the headrest. The sight of two empty wine bottles on the table surprised me. I had expected him to be in a better mood after last night, but instead, he looked troubled. I walked closer and gently moved the bottles away, setting them aside to avoid any accidents. His face was flushed, and his eyes looked heavy. “Victor,” I whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Victor, are you okay?” He stirred and opened his eyes slowly. Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto the bed with him. I landed on his chest, and despite his drunken state, I smiled. It was comforting to see that even now, he remembered me. But as I leaned closer, something felt… off. He didn’t smell the same as the Victor I had been with last night. I hesitated, lowering my head to sniff his jacket. The scent was different—faintly familiar but not the same. 'Am I overthinking

SOPHIA I walked out of Victor’s room feeling like the air had been knocked out of my lungs. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to keep moving until I reached my bedroom. The moment I shut the door behind me, I collapsed onto the bed and broke down in tears. I cried until my chest ached, until my body felt drained. My mind kept replaying everything Victor had said, everything he had done. The way he looked at me now, as if I was nothing. I told myself I couldn’t stay in this house any longer. I had to leave. But where would I go? The only place I could think of was the house I once shared with my mother. It was still there, untouched. But stepping back into that house meant stepping into memories that would swallow me whole. Every corner, every room, every single thing inside would remind me of her. Of what I had lost. A part of me knew my mother would not have wanted me to live alone. That was why she sent me to my father in the first place. To give me a chance at a be

VICTOR I sat in my office, gripping my pen so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My head throbbed with frustration, my patience stretched thin. It had been incredibly difficult to convince Isabella that I wasn't in my right mind when I had sex with Sophia two nights ago.The fact that Sophia sneaked into my room and threw herself at me, despite my hatred for her, showed how low and cheap she really was. That woman had become a thorn in my side. Only yesterday, my mother had called, her voice full of anger and irritation, telling me about how Sophia had disrespected her thoroughly. As if I needed another reminder of why this marriage was a mistake. I slammed my fist against the desk, making the papers tremble. “This is all your fault,” I muttered under my breath, directing my anger at the one person who had put me in this situation—my mother. She had forced this marriage on me, choosing some random woman with no class, no status, no purpose. And now, she expected me to c

SOPHIA The moment Victor walked away, I felt my legs weaken. Isabella had been completely livid as I embarrassed her but she couldn't say anything in her defense. I ought to be happy at this little victory but I wasn't, not in the slightest. My chest tightened, and a sharp pain spread through my heart. I had held myself together in front of Victor, refusing to let him see me break. But now, as I walked to a quiet spot away from the crowd, I could no longer hold it in. I sank onto a bench, wrapped my arms around myself, and let the tears fall. I hated him. I hated how much I still cared. Victor was the first man I ever loved and gave myself to. The man I spent years caring for, the man I once dreamed of having a future with. But now, he had become my worst nightmare. He wasn’t just cruel...he was determined to destroy me. And Isabella? She had everything I never had—his love, his attention, his protection. Meanwhile, I was nothing but a discarded wife, a woman forced to

SOPHIA Victor didn’t wait for my response. He got into his car, slammed the door, and drove away, leaving me standing alone on the sidewalk. His words echoed in my mind. "You are not worthy to bear my child." I swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. How had my life come to this? I started walking, my steps slow and heavy. I didn’t know where I was going, but I needed to think. I needed to breathe. But as I walked, my phone kept ringing. It had been ringing all afternoon, and I knew who it was. Evelyn. I ignored the call, but she didn’t stop. Again and again, my phone buzzed in my hand. I exhaled, knowing I couldn’t avoid her forever. By the time I reached home, I barely had the energy to step inside. The moment I opened the door, Evelyn was waiting. She grabbed my wrist, pulling me inside. “Where have you been?” she demanded. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” I yanked my hand away. “What do you want, Evelyn?” Her eyes narrow