Elijah paced the study, his hands clenched tightly around the piece of paper bearing Ethan Donald’s signature. The room felt heavy with the weight of revelations, and his thoughts churned as he considered the implications. When the door opened, and Sophia stepped in, her gaze immediately found the document in his hands. “You found something,” she said softly, closing the door behind her. Elijah nodded, turning to face her fully. “It’s a contract… signed by Ethan.” His voice was steady, but the pain in his eyes was unmistakable. “Your grandfather was part of the alliance that destroyed my family.” Sophia’s breath hitched, her hand covering her mouth as she absorbed his words. “No… Elijah, I… I didn’t know.” He stepped forward, placing the paper gently on the desk. “Sophia, this changes nothing between us. I know you’re
The warehouse loomed ahead, its broken windows and rusted exterior whispering tales of a bygone era. Elijah stepped out of the car, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of movement. Sophia followed closely, wrapping her coat tightly around herself against the biting wind. “This place…” she whispered, her voice carrying an edge of unease. “It feels like it’s been waiting for us.” Elijah nodded, his expression unreadable. “That’s what worries me.” They pushed open the creaking metal door, the sound echoing ominously in the vast, empty space. The dim light filtering through the cracked ceiling revealed scattered crates, old machinery, and faded paperwork strewn across the floor. “Start looking for anything tied to the Accord,” Elijah instructed. “This place may hold answers, but it could also be a trap. Stay close.” Sophia nodded, her eyes scanning the room as she moved to the nearest table. The surface was covered in ledgers and notes, their ink faded but still leg
Elijah sat at his desk in the study, the letter spread out before him. His eyes scanned the elegant handwriting, searching for hidden meaning. Sophia stood beside him, her arms crossed, her brow furrowed in concentration. “What do you think it means?” Sophia asked, her voice low. Elijah tapped the paper lightly. “It’s cryptic, but the phrasing suggests a specific location. ‘Where the truth began.’ It must be tied to the Thompson Accord or the early days of the Nortons’ downfall.” Sophia leaned over the desk, her fingers brushing against Elijah’s. “If it’s tied to the Accord, then it has to be somewhere significant to all the families involved.” Elijah nodded. “Agreed. Doug’s looking into potential locations. This letter—whoever sent it—wants me to find something. The question is, why now?” Sophia straightened, her expression resolute. “Because they know we’re getting close. The more we uncover, the more desperate they’ll become.” Elijah reached for her hand, pulling her ge
The early morning sun filtered through the canopy of trees, casting soft, golden light on the secluded clearing where Elijah and Sophia had retreated for some quiet time. The air was crisp, and the world seemed to slow as they sat together on a picnic blanket, a rare moment of peace. “I needed this,” Sophia said, leaning into Elijah’s side. Her hand rested on his arm as she traced small patterns with her fingertips. “Sometimes it feels like we’re constantly fighting the world.” Elijah glanced down at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “We are. But moments like this remind me why it’s worth it.” Sophia tilted her head to look at him. “And what’s that?” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You.” Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she laughed. “You’re far too smooth for your own good, Mr. Norton.” “Only for you, Mrs. Norton,” he teased, his voice low and warm. Their laughter faded into comfortable silence as the wind rustled the leaves around them. So
The moonlight filtered through the curtains of their bedroom, casting a soft glow across the room. Elijah sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers lightly brushing against Sophia’s. She sat beside him, her expression warm yet introspective. “I never imagined things would be like this,” Sophia said softly, her voice filled with vulnerability. “Knowing what happened to you, to your family… it makes me want to fight even harder for us.” Elijah turned to her, his gaze steady. “You’ve given me something I thought I lost a long time ago—hope. Sophia, I never thought I’d feel this connected to anyone.” Her cheeks flushed slightly as she smiled, leaning closer. “You don’t have to carry everything alone anymore. Let me share the weight.” Elijah gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin. “You already do, more than you know.” Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss that deepened with each passing moment. Elijah’s hands slipped around her waist, pulling her closer as Sophia’
The revelation from Kate lingered in Elijah’s mind, a shadow that refused to dissipate. The Norton estate fire had always been a painful scar, but now, the weight of its hidden truth pressed heavier than ever. Kate’s words had stirred up memories he’d long buried, not just of loss but of survival—and the one person who had saved him when he had no hope.“Sophia,” Elijah began softly, watching her as she entered the room where he and Doug were pouring over old records. Her brow furrowed as her eyes landed on the spread of documents. “What’s going on?” Elijah hesitated, carefully choosing his words. “Kate hinted that the fire that destroyed my family wasn’t an accident. She claimed it was planned.”Sophia’s eyes widened, her hand instinctively going to her chest. “What? Why would anyone…?” “I don’t know yet,” Elijah replied, his voice steely. “But if it’s true, someone has to pay for what they did.” Sophia stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “How can I help?” Eli
The air in Arthur Palace was thick with tension as Elijah and Sophia sat in the study, going over the latest reports Doug had delivered. The details painted a clear picture: Kate Winter was escalating her attacks, and they had to act fast. “We can’t let her keep gaining ground,” Sophia said firmly, her eyes darting over the files. “If she sabotages this deal with Lando, it’ll undo everything we’ve worked for.” Elijah nodded, his expression hard. “She’s not just coming after the business, Sophia. This is personal. She wants to make us vulnerable before striking the final blow.” Sophia closed the folder and looked at him, her tone softening. “Elijah, this isn’t just about me. She’s doing this to hurt you.” “And that’s exactly why I won’t let her succeed,” Elijah replied, his voice steady but cold. “She thinks she can use you against me, but she doesn’t understand what she’s walking into.” Sophia reached for his hand. “Then we face her together like we always do.” ...Later t
Elijah sat in his study, the dim light from the desk lamp casting shadows across the room as he read through a file Doug had handed him. Each page revealed fragments of the Thompson Accord—a secret pact that tied the Winters, Donalds, and Nortons in a web of power and betrayal. Sophia stood behind him, her arms crossed. “What exactly was the Accord meant to do?” Elijah sighed, flipping to the next page. “It was supposed to ensure mutual protection and dominance over Evendore’s industries. But somewhere along the line, greed took over. My family became the scapegoat when things started falling apart.” Sophia leaned against the desk, her eyes scanning the notes. “And you think my family had a hand in this?” Elijah’s gaze softened as he looked up at her. “I don’t want to believe that. But the more we uncover, the more it points to the Donalds being involved. At the very least, Ethan and Hague knew more than they let on.” Sophia exhaled deeply, her frustration evident. “It’s not
Elijah sat at the edge of his desk, the leather-bound journal open in front of him. His fingers traced the faded ink of his father’s words, each entry like a piece of a fragmented puzzle. "The Thompson Accord," the phrase jumped out at him repeatedly, tangled within mentions of alliances, whispers of betrayal, and ominous notes about a spark that would lead to ruin. “What’s the Thompson Accord?” Sophia asked from across the room, her voice soft but curious. Elijah glanced up, his expression grim. “It’s a name my father mentioned several times. It’s tied to the people who betrayed us—but he didn’t leave details. Just hints.” Sophia moved closer, her gaze scanning the journal over his shoulder. “Thompson… Jareth Thompson?” Elijah stiffened at the mention of the elder’s name. “It’s possible. The Thompsons were connected to almost every major family in Evendore back then, including yours. Did your family ever work with them?” Sophia frowned, tapping her chin in thought. “I rem
angelinacutegirl591
Can't stop reading it. In love with Elijah Norton and Sophie
WiltedSoul.X
Just added this book and i am already hooked! Welldone author...
Authoress Sün Rãys
Revenge is best served cold ...
Glorious Amalu-Jack
Elijah Norton knows what he wants. I hope Sophia understands
Boluwatife
they should pay with their blood, nice book
Jane Nwankwo
Foolish family members, just abandon your child over accusations from an outsider, her mom is just d worst!
SANJANA D
Her family is so cruel and that fiance is an ass. Can't wait till she gets rid of all of them. I am so excited to be a part of Sophia and Marshal's journey.
Kushi
what should I say? should I say I fell in love with this storyline? author you're amazing, please give us more chapters.
Clara J. Stari
powerful author... keep it up
Smiling😻
I’m not really a fan of such settings, but WHATT?? This is a banger. One of the best books in this app.
Rachel Ogbidi
I really love this book! it's so engaging for real... Elijah is a good man...️...️
cute girl
okay so it's a marshal story I'll give it a chance ...
Syeda Jesmin
engaging start ...
Author Uhasa
Stay tuned for more ...
Arifa Aroz Jenny
nice start ... enjoying it ...