Olivia lay in bed, her thoughts racing, her emotions tangled between fear and yearning. The memory of the attack at the restaurant still haunted her, the sound of the gunshot replaying in her mind. She had narrowly escaped death, and it left her feeling fragile, exposed.But then, as if to comfort herself, she thought of James—the man who had saved her. "Such a humble guy," she thought.His strong arms, his steady gaze... she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. His masculine presence had been both protective and tender.Even in the chaos of the shooting, he had been calm, his touch reassuring. She found herself longing for that warmth again, the way his hands had steadied her trembling shoulders. Her family never showed her such care. They were cold, distant, only concerned with the family fortune. No one would lose sleep over her safety—not her father, not William, not even Kate. But James... he was different. He had saved her. He cared. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she
Elijah worked swiftly, carefully bandaging Sophia’s hand. The cloth was tight, but not too tight to hurt her further. His face was serious, focused entirely on making sure she was alright."Ouch-" Sophia winced slightly as he wrapped the bandage, but she didn’t pull away.“There,” Elijah said, tying the final knot. “It’s done. How does it feel?”Sophia gave him a small smile, though her eyes still held pain. “It’s better. Thank you, Elijah.”Elijah kissed her forehead softly, his worry evident in his eyes. "I hate seeing you hurt, Sophia."Before Sophia could respond, the room remained tense, and everyone was silent, watching them.The weight of what had just happened hung heavily in the air.Sophia’s eyes swept over the room, her voice steady but cold.“I’ll make this very clear,” she began, her tone unyielding.“If anyone dares to insult my husband again, I’ll break all ties with this family. I won’t tolerate disrespect toward Elijah.”The room seemed to collectively hold its breath
Sophia sat quietly at the breakfast table, her eyes fixed on the plate in front of her. She didn’t touch her food, nor did she say a word.Elijah glanced at her from across the table, sensing the tension in the air.She hadn’t spoken much the night before either, and he respected her need for space. But now, watching her silently push her food around, a pang of guilt tugged at him. He sipped his coffee, contemplating whether to speak, but before he could say anything, his phone buzzed with an urgent message.Sophia noticed the sudden shift in his expression. Elijah stood up, walking over to her."Sophia, I have to go. There’s something urgent at the military camp," he said, his voice steady but laced with concern.Sophia’s eyes flickered up at him briefly before she nodded."Alright, be careful," she replied softly.Elijah paused, considering telling her more, but decided against it. She was already upset, and the details could wait. He gently kissed her forehead and turned to leave.
Elijah stood in the military camp’s office, his phone buzzing with updates. His jaw tightened as he read the message."Sophia wasn’t at the office. She went out for lunch. We’ve got two suspicious men tailing her."Doug was still busy at the camp, so Elijah had dispatched his men to keep an eye on Sophia while he dealt with the pressing situation at hand."Stay on her," Elijah instructed, his voice low and sharp. "Do not let her out of your sight."The reply was immediate."Understood, Marshal. We’re keeping her safe."His men were skilled and discreet, perfect for situations like this. Elijah knew they would handle the situation professionally, but his mind was still a storm of worry.Whoever had sent that message knew exactly how to get under his skin, and he wasn’t about to let them succeed.... ...Meanwhile, in the heart of the city, two of Elijah's trusted men shadowed Sophia, carefully blending into the background as she moved from the restaurant to her car. Sophia, blissfully
Elijah leaned back against the kitchen counter, his phone still buzzing in his pocket from the threats earlier that day. But tonight wasn’t about that. It was about Sophia. His thoughts shifted as he heard soft footsteps behind him.Turning, he found Sophia walking into the kitchen, her white nightgown flowing around her like a soft breeze. She looked both elegant and effortless, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. Despite the simple look, there was something ethereal about her tonight.“Hey,” she said, her voice soft, “I was thinking… since it’s such a beautiful night, what if we had dinner on the roof? Just the two of us, under the stars?”Elijah’s serious expression melted into a warm smile. He reached for her hand, pulling her closer. “You always have the best ideas.”Sophia beamed. “I’ve always dreamed of doing something like this, but I never thought I’d get the chance. My... appearance used to make me so anxious. I’d feel like I was hiding behind something, never comfortable
Morning came with the usual crispness in the air, but for Elijah, it felt heavy, like the weight of the world had been dropped onto his shoulders. He was growing tired of the constant threats aimed at Sophia.Last night’s message echoed in his mind, each word twisting his gut into knots. He stood by the window of Arthur Palace, watching as Sophia got into the car to head for work.She gave him a small, reassuring wave, and he forced a smile, waving back. “I’ll see you later, okay?” Sophia called out, her eyes searching his.Elijah nodded, hiding his concerns behind a calm facade. "Drive safe," he said, though his mind was elsewhere.Once she left, Elijah’s face darkened. The peace they had shared was crumbling. These threats were escalating, and it was only a matter of time before something serious happened.Just then, Doug entered the room, a folder in hand. His face was as grim as Elijah’s.“Marshal, I’ve got the info from those numbers,” Doug said, handing the folder over.Elijah
Elijah stepped into Arthur Palace, his mind heavy with the weight of what had just happened. The kiss with Olivia still lingered in his thoughts, but it wasn’t a memory he cherished.It was just another piece of the puzzle, another move in the game of revenge he was playing. The taste of her lips did nothing but fuel his resolve. He wasn’t doing this for pleasure—he was doing it for the mission. For his revenge.As he paced back and forth, the anger that had been simmering inside him came boiling up again. Now, it was time to face Mark Donald.Elijah couldn’t ignore the fact that the calls threatening Sophia had come from the Donald Mansion. And Mark… Mark was the only one who stood to gain from such betrayal. Elijah needed answers, and he needed them now.Without wasting any time, Elijah grabbed his phone and dialed Mark. The phone rang twice before a familiar, smug voice answered.“What do you want, Soldier?” Mark’s voice was laced with arrogance, as usual.Elijah’s grip tightened o
Elijah walked away from Mark, the cold night air doing little to cool the fire raging inside him. Every muscle in his body was tense, his mind spinning with the truth he had just uncovered.Mark was nothing more than a pawn, a pathetic excuse for a brother who had sold out his own sister. But who was the real puppet master?The docks were quiet except for the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. Elijah’s footsteps echoed as he made his way back to the car, but his mind wasn’t on the here and now.It was on the mystery still hanging over him like a thick, dark cloud. Someone was pulling the strings—someone powerful enough to manipulate Mark into threatening him through Sophia. But who? Elijah slid into the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. Whoever was behind this had more plans. Much more.He took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs, then exhaled