Semua Bab Deadly obsession : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Sophia’s POVThe dining room atmosphere became an overwhelming suffocating force. The elaborate mahogany dining table set with luxurious candlelight and fine china transformed the room into an execution chamber instead of a tranquil family dinner setting. Relentless heartbeats thundered in my chest while I sat between my mother and Jack, my throat remained parched even after sipping a glass of water.Upon arrival Jack maintained an unbroken silence that paradoxically spoke volumes. His eyes seared into me from the opposite side of the table filled with an unnameable mix—betrayal anger devastation? It seems likely that every single one of them fits the criteria. The genuine warmth he once displayed towards me vanished and an unsettling coldness took its place.Alexander maintained his usual composure while sitting at the table's head position and directed his sharp gaze to scan the room. He had warned me—he knew Emily was planning something. Foreknowledge of the event failed to render

Sophia’s POVThe house was too quiet. An unnatural stillness pervades the scene.A tempest within me churned with such ferocity that breathing became an impossible task.The absence of my mother became reality.She had walked away last night her face unreadable her silence deafening. Before disappearing she neither yelled nor lashed out and didn't even look at me. An unnatural and disquieting silence pervaded the air followed by an absolute void of sound.This morning I awoke with hopes and prayers that she'd appear in the kitchen sipping tea as was her habit. She might have required additional time to understand all that happened yet her presence would remain.But she wasn’t.Six attempts were made to reach her phone number. An absence of response exists.My father telephoned to inform me about her well-being status. In his serene yet deliberate tones he stated, "She just needs time," as though such words would comfort me.The expected outcome never materialized.The situation deteri

Sophia’s POVAn unexpected communication from my father reached me.The maternal figure requests a personal encounter with you. The moment has arrived for her to initiate communication. ”My hands shook while I managed to read the text a dozen times and my breath hitched. She wanted to see me. Weeks of silent torment passed where I waited in agony as my heart shattered beneath her absence until she finally expressed her desire to meet.I didn’t hesitate.I seized my coat and bolted from the house while Alexander's worried gaze followed me across the room. My actions continued without cessation. My desire to meet her reached an unavoidable necessity. My objective became the repair of this situation to achieve her comprehension so she would declare her unwavering love despite my actions.The journey unfolded as an indistinct torrent of rapid heartbeats mixed with quickened breaths. The skin on my knuckles stretched over bone until it bleached white as my fingers clamped the steering whe

Sophia’s POVTime transformed days into weeks until finally a month slipped by. A month of transformations passed yet everything maintained an uncanny sameness. Beyond the penthouse windows the city skyline stood frozen while the world maintained its rhythm without alteration. Inside my being existed an entirely altered reality.Upon the balcony I remained as the cool morning breeze brushed my skin. The air carried scents of fresh rain which mingled with distant city sounds that marked the beginning of a new day. I shut my eyes while taking a deep breath to anchor myself in the present moment. My hand pressed against the softly rounded curve of my belly which stood as the irrefutable evidence of my transformed existence.My pregnancy reached a stage at five months where hiding it became an impossible task. My body transformed unexpectedly into softer shapes while my son developed within me. The initial sensation of his movement beneath my skin resembled a delicate whisper that flutter

(Sophia’s POV)A cramped yet cozy café space exuded an unnatural blend of coffee bean richness alongside freshly baked pastry scents. Sunlight poured through the expansive windows creating a golden glow across the wooden tables which softened the tension that twisted in my stomach. This location emerged from deliberate selection as neutral territory where I could find a secluded spot free from the persistent stares and whispers that trailed me through specific social circles.My hands lay upon my belly while my fingers awkwardly traced the curve which had grown more noticeable during the past month. My son stirred beneath my touch, his little movements grounding me when my nerves threatened to take over.Would they come?Since dispatching the message an unsettling question relentlessly gnawed at my thoughts. Jack possessed abundant justification to disregard my existence. Emily possessed an even greater amount. Yet the necessity to attempt remained. An encounter with them became neces