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Chapter 22 Julian's POV What the hell had been wrong with me lately? I couldn’t shake this unsettling feeling that had taken root in my mind. Why was I suddenly so possessive of Sophie? It was as if a switch had flipped, and now, she occupied every corner of my thoughts. I tried to focus on the work in front of me—reports, deadlines, the endless stream of emails—but my concentration shattered like glass. Every time I glanced up from my screen, I found myself thinking of her. The way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled when she was excited. It was maddening. "She loves someone!" I kept reminding myself. But who could this person be? The driver had only said she either went to Isabella's or the hospital. And only once in a while did she go salon and other fashion places. Or did she tell the driver to keep it from me? Just as I was about to lose myself in another spiral of thoughts, my phone buzzed, jolting me from my reverie. I glanced at the screen; it was Caleb.

Chapter 24 Sophie's POV I opened my eyes to the gentle morning rays streaming through the window, their warmth caressing my skin. Beside me, Julian was sleeping peacefully, his features relaxed and serene. The sight of him brought a smile to my face, a feeling of safety enveloping me. I had wanted him to touch me last night to bridge the distance that sometimes felt insurmountable between us, but he had gently insisted we get some rest instead. I couldn’t help but stare at his handsome face, tracing the contours with my eyes, and a warmth spread through me as I tried to recall where I might have seen him before because his face looks so familiar. Perhaps I had seen him on TV, or maybe he was just a figment of my dreams. After a moment of quietly admiring him, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and padded softly into my room. The cool tiles felt refreshing under my feet, grounding me in the reality of my life. I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over

Chapter 26 Victoria's POV "Alex is here, ma'am," Jaxon said, his tone neutral. "Send him in," I instructed, knowing that Alex doesn't have a choice than to come back to me. Alex entered shortly after, glancing around the sitting room before taking a seat opposite me. "Erhm..." he began, but I cut him off. "What were you thinking when you decided to go to Sophie's house? Do you honestly believe she would take you back? You are such a fool!" My words were sharp, a reflection of the frustration boiling inside me. Jenkins had informed me earlier that Alex had gone to Sophie, begging for her forgiveness, only to be sent away. "What!...how did you know?" His shock was palpable, eyes wide as if I had just revealed a deep secret. "You don't..." Before I could continue, Jaxon walked in again. "Julian is here, ma'am," he stated, a hint of urgency in his voice. "What! He's here? Why? What does he want?" Panic surged through me. "I don't know, ma'am. He will barge in if I stay longer

Chapter 28 Isabella's POV I stretched my arms to silence the relentless alarm that had invaded my dreams. Groggy and still half-asleep, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the cool floor jolting me into reality. Just as I pulled on my dress, my phone rang, slicing through the morning haze. The caller ID flashed Sophie’s name. "Wassup, girl?" I answered, a smile creeping onto my face despite the morning rush. "Can you believe Alex dared to come to my house yesterday?" she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of disbelief and anger. "What! How did he know where you stayed?" I asked, my heart racing at the mention of his name. I still couldn’t grasp the audacity of Alex; he had crossed so many lines already. "I honestly don’t know. He was begging me to take him back, but Julian sent him away," she replied, frustration palpable in her tone. "That jerk is the result of a bursted condom. I can’t believe he would show his face again! I hope your husband wasn’t angry?" I probed,

Chapter 30Sophie's POV His lips kept moving against mine in a gentle, lingering pressure, each kiss slow and filled with warmth. The softness of his mouth was intoxicating, as if time itself had melted away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment. I felt my heart race, every brush of his lips sending a thrill through me, igniting a warmth that spread from my chest to my fingertips.With each kiss, he deepened the connection, his hands cradling my face as if I were something precious. I leaned into him, craving more, my breath hitching as our mouths danced together. The world around us faded, and all that mattered was the way he kissed me—tender, yet full of unspoken desire.I didn’t want him to stop; I wanted to lose myself in this bliss, to melt into the sweetness of our shared breath. He finally broke the kiss, but I didn't want him to stop. The lingering warmth of his lips on mine sent shivers down my spine. He stood, his broad shoulders filling my vision, and scoope