Chapter 42
Miserable memories flooded her mind, causing her to clench the papers in her hand.
George was a total pervert to her. Sophia had escaped his clutches five years ago, never expecting
ng to encounter him again. But this wasn’t a chance encounter. He used favors to persuade Jason to willingly deliver her to him.
Jason, do you realize that your actions are condemning me to a fate worse than death? Even if you feel nothing for me, this cruelty is too much,” she thought bitterly.
“Mrs. Sophia, do you know George?” Erie’s probing question snapped Sophia back to reality. Lowering her head, she felt the sharp pain in her heart, and with a trembling voice, she said, “Go tell Jason. I won’t agree to his ludicrous conditions. I refuse to entertain at a party, even if it means death
Eric nodded, not attempting to persuade otherwise. Even he thought Jason’s actions were too much. Securing a deal was one thing, but sending Sophia was insane.
“Alright. Fll try talking to him again. You don’t look well. Take care of yourself, Eric said before heading back to the villa.
Sophia gazed at the merging blues of sea and sky, tears welling in her eyes, her vision blurring. She mustered a tragic smile on her stiff lips. She believed loving the wrong person at the wrong time was her curse, fated to a life of solitary sorrow.
Drifting into a daze, she dreamed of the past–a figure in a white T–shirt rode freely on a faded green path, and just that fleeting glance of him had dazzled her and led her into this abyss.
If she could start over, she wished she had never met him. She didn’t want this kind of bone–piercing, painful love. She preferred a love that was gentle and enduring. She envied those ordinary, supportive couples living simple lives–something she could never achieve.
“Sophia, are you serious? Sleeping now? How can you be so heartless?” Suddenly, loud curses woke Sophia from her light slumber.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw Claire standing nearby, fuming with anger. Sophia understood immediately and couldn’t help but internally
Jason could have forced her, but he didn’t. Instead, he brought her mother to do his dirty work, to throw her under the bus.
“Mom, sometimes I wonder if I’m really your child?” Sophia coldly said.
Claire was momentarily stunned, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes. Why is she bringing this up now? She can’t find out about her true heritage, or she won’t protect us anymore, she thought.
You ungrateful thing, how dare you say such outrageous things after I carried you in my womb for months and raised you?” Claire snapped.
Sophia stood up slowly, approached Claire, and sighed. Just tell me, what is it you want?”
Claire remembered the pressing issue and quickly grabbed Sophia’s arm. “Go beg Jason to save your brother. An hour ago, I got a call from loan sharks saying your brother owes 16 million dollars. If he doesn’t pay by today, they’ll chop him up she said urgently.
Seriously, 16 million dollars was an amount beyond Sophia’s imagination. “Mom, do you realize what asking Jason means? He won’t give so much money for nothing. Do you know what he’ll want from me?” she asked.
“I don’t care, Claire said through gritted teeth gripping Sophia’s wrist. “Men only want one thing from women. Body, you know. Sleep with him a few more times and beg him to save your brother. Go on!”
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me entertain his clients. Mom are you sure
Sophia’s heart sank. She held back her tears and said desperately. He’s tired of me and plans to you want to push me to that point?”