Sophia's calm and measured life changes when she listens to the advice of a friend and decides to go on a blind date. One mistake. One misunderstanding. One deal. And, two strangers become husband and wife.
Sophia's calm and measured life changes when she listens to the advice of a friend and decides to go on a blind date. One mistake. One misunderstanding. One deal. And, two strangers become husband and wife.
"Sof, come here," a friend shouted through the cafeteria. I have an offer for you that you can't refuse - that's why? She screams, and I'm ashamed. Probably because the proposal is for me, and in my direction already went oblique glances.
Anh, why scream like that? Now the whole office will discuss what kind of offer this is that cannot be refused.
Sofia , you need to be bolder, how are you going to manage the department, if you are so afraid of rumors? Without hiding her sarcasm, Anka asked with a smile. If another one is appointed.
"So, get rid of bad thoughts quickly," I forgot to mention, my only friend is a complete optimist. You've been working on this company like a donkey for five years. Only thanks to you, this company earns millions a year. And, if you're not in the position, I'm scared all over the city. No, there is no one worthy in the whole country.
I hope that our Leonid Nikolaevich adheres to the same opinion, I really hope.
"You just need to be a little more confident and brave," Anka declared with clenching her fists with a heroic look. Zina came to the Boss last year and said that she would resign if her salary was not raised.
"So she has been working here for fifteen years, since the very foundation of the company," I weakly objected.
For fifteen years, she wipes chairs in the office with her big ass and always saws her nails, and you are a highly qualified specialist. Okay, let's not talk about that yet. I am one hundred percent sure that this position will be yours. Ah, now to my suggestion. Do you remember Dima, don't you?
Your boyfriend? Just in case, I clarified, or else a little.
"Yes, he is the one," Anya nodded with half a sausage sandwich in her mouth. So, he has a friend.
Ahh, are you for the old again? Sometimes I have the feeling that my personal life worries Anka more than I do. I don't have time to go on dates, and if I also get a position, then there will be even less time.
- Maybe then, well, it's a raise? - I'm sure Anya would have given up the post if it had affected her personal life. - Okay, don't look at me like that! I'm kidding. And yet, think about dating. Yura is a great guy. Thirty-two, he was not married, no children, has his own apartment, and recently took a car. On credit, true, but a good foreign car. And, as he cooks, fingers licked. Recently, my Dima set such a table for his birthday, delicious.
If he's so good, why is he not married at thirty-two? Usually they are sorted out in school.
You're also good, and also very correct and economical. Such people usually either get married immediately after school, or wait until they finish university. But you're twenty-six, and you weren't married, you have no children. I have a job , of course, an excuse.
I sincerely want to create a family and a child, but sometimes it seems to me that I have some kind of crown of celibacy on me. Or maybe my self-esteem is to blame for six years of mismatch. In my entire life, I have truly loved only once, but not mutually. I was fat in my youth, but like in my youth until I was twenty-three, and he didn't like those.
I was a fool in love, I was sure that I could get reciprocity from him, but no. I was on diets. To no avail, only then I gained more, played sports. I even ran with him, once. The truth lagged behind him at the beginning of the journey, and he did not wait, completed the run and went home. And then I went home for another forty minutes.
And, even when he kissed my girlfriend (was at the time) in front of me, I believed I could get his love.
"Work will not hug you at night, and does not go to get medicine when you get sick," the friend righteously stated with a quote from VKontakte. Yes, and your work won't make you a child.
Our pointless argument would have continued for a very long time, but at the moment when I wanted to express my opinion on this matter, an agitated Zina Lvovna ran into the cafeteria.
"They announced," she shouted, panting. Our Lerochka... No, now Valeria Dmitrievna has become the new head of the department.
Leroy? I couldn't believe it. She's only been in the company for six months.
And, straight to the bosses?
Anya is right for me and, indeed, I need to become braver. For one second, it seemed to me that my blood in my veins boiled with anger. With this attitude, I immediately went to the principal's office.
She opened the door and didn't even knock.
It was definitely not me, but some demon took possession of my body. At least that's what I thought at that point.
Leonid Nikolaevich...
My boss is a deeply married man, fifty-five years old. A small belly, a bald spot on the back of the head - in general, nothing special, an ordinary average man.
"Sophia, I just remembered you," did I recall? Isn't that a good thing? Or is it? - Most likely, do you already know that Valeria Dmitrievna has been appointed to the post of head of the communications department? She didn't interact much with him before, so I instruct you to keep her up to date.
Leonid Nikolaevich when I finally had the courage to say everything I think about my boss and Lerochka, only one word "MORTGAGE" arose in my head.
"I will not remain in debt," the boss said, misunderstood me. At the end of the month I will write you a bonus.
"Okay," the memories of the two million I have yet to pay quickly dampened all my agility. And I had to take a two-piece. And if I quit now, how much will I have to look for a new job. Yes, and let me be an ordinary employee, but the salary here is decent. I'll go and get ready.
"Go," the boss waved his hand.
An agitated Anka was waiting for me at the door of the office.
Sof, you what? So quickly ran away? It's nice that there's one person who cares about me. You didn't say stupid things, did you? Or is the position yours? A friend asked hopefully. I just shook my head softly. Fired? Yeah, I'm kidding, Dima just has two seats in the secretariat of his company. Now I will say everything to this Moron Nikolaevich, and then together we will go to the secretaries. The salary is less, but nothing is enough for the first time.
Quietly you or from such screams, Anka will be fired faster than me. Not fired, but not promoted either. Everything is in the same place. Ahh! I thought, I agree to go on a date with Yura, maybe he really has no luck in his career, he will be lucky in love!
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Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.
I sat on the cold tile floor of our Upper East Side penthouse, staring at the two pink lines until my vision blurred. After ten years of loving Julian Sterling and three years of a hollow marriage, I finally had the one thing that could bridge the distance between us. I was pregnant. But Julian didn't come home with flowers for our anniversary. He tossed a thick manila envelope onto the marble coffee table with a heavy thud. Fiona, the woman he'd truly loved for years, was back in New York, and he told me our "business deal" was officially over. "Sign it," He said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. He looked at me with the cold detachment of a man selling a piece of unwanted furniture. When I hesitated, he told me to add a zero to the alimony if the money wasn't enough. I realized in that moment that if he knew about the baby, he wouldn't love me; he would simply take my child and give it to Fiona to raise. I shoved the pregnancy test into my pocket, signed the papers with a shaking hand, and lied through my teeth. When my morning sickness hit, I slumped to the floor to hide the truth. "It's just cramps," I gasped, watching him recoil as if I were contagious. To make him stay away, I invented a man named Jack-a fake boyfriend who supposedly gave me the kindness Julian never could. Suddenly, the man who wanted me gone became a monster of possessiveness. He threatened to "bury" a man who didn't exist while leaving me humiliated at his family's dinner to rush to Fiona's side. I was so broken that I even ate a cake I was deathly allergic to, then had to refuse life-saving steroids at the hospital because they would harm the fetus. Julian thinks he's stalling the divorce for two months to protect the family's reputation for his father's Jubilee. He thinks he's keeping his "property" on a short leash until the press dies down. He has no idea I'm using those sixty days to build a fortress for my child. By the time he realizes the truth, I'll be gone, and the Sterling heir will be far beyond his reach.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered. Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak. She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her. Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears. Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home."
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