The cold air of the penthouse felt like a slap in the face as Sophie stood there, her heart pounding. The towering windows behind Aiden offered a breathtaking view of the city, but all she could focus on was him—the man who had been both her protector and her prison. The man who now seemed more like a stranger than the person she thought she knew.
Aiden stood tall, his broad shoulders squared, his jaw clenched tightly as if bracing for something. He was usually so composed, always in control, but tonight… tonight he looked different. There was a heaviness in his eyes, a darkness that made him seem miles away. Sophie could see it now, clearer than ever—the walls he had built around himself were cracking, and she was standing right on the other side of them.
She took a step forward, her eyes never leaving his. "Aiden, tell me. You can't just drop a bomb like that and expect me to walk away. What game? What truth?"
Aiden exhaled slowly, his fingers running through his dark hair in frustration. "You don't want to know, Sophie. Not really. There's no going back once you understand."
Sophie shook her head, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She wasn't going to back down. Not this time. "I need to know. I deserve to know what's happening. You've already pulled me into something, and you can't keep me in the dark anymore."
Aiden's face softened for a moment, the cold mask faltering, and for a brief second, Sophie caught a glimpse of the man who had once held her in his arms, the man who had promised her safety. But that was before all the lies.
He gestured toward the sleek black leather couch in the center of the room. "Sit down. This isn't going to be easy."
Sophie moved toward the couch, her mind racing with a thousand questions. Aiden took a seat next to her, his presence overwhelming as the silence between them thickened. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the intensity in his eyes as if he were preparing for a battle. But she didn't flinch. She wasn't scared anymore. Not of him. Not of anything.
"Do you know who my father is?" Aiden asked, his voice low, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Sophie's brows furrowed in confusion. "Your father? Of course, I know who he is. He's the head of Asher Industries, one of the largest conglomerates in the city. But what does that have to do with any of this?"
Aiden's lips tightened, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as if he were holding himself back from saying too much. "Asher Industries isn't just a business, Sophie. It's a front for something far more dangerous. Something your family has been involved in for years."
Sophie's breath caught in her throat. "My family? What are you talking about?"
Aiden turned to face her, his eyes dark with intensity. "Your father, Richard Brooks, isn't just a wealthy businessman. He's part of a network—a network of powerful families who control everything from finance to politics, from the media to the underground. And you, Sophie, you're at the center of it all."
Sophie recoiled, her heart skipping a beat. "No. That can't be right. My father would never—"
"He would, Sophie. And so would you, if you knew the whole truth." Aiden's voice was firm, his words cutting through the air like a blade. "You were never meant to be kept in the dark. You were always meant to inherit his position, his influence. You just didn't know it."
Sophie's mind whirled as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. The strange encounters, the hidden messages, the way people in her life had always treated her like she was special, like she was more than just a regular college student. It all made sense now, in the worst way possible.
"But why didn't you tell me this before?" Sophie whispered, her voice trembling. "Why didn't you warn me?"
Aiden's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a mixture of regret and resolve. "Because I didn't want you involved in this. I didn't want to pull you into a war you couldn't escape. But it's too late now. The moment you started digging into your family's past, you stepped into a world you can't walk away from."
Sophie's pulse raced as she tried to process everything he was saying. "A war? A world I can't walk away from?"
Aiden nodded grimly. "There are people after you, Sophie. People who will stop at nothing to control you, to make you their pawn. And your father… he's not as innocent as you think."
Sophie's mind raced, trying to catch up with the torrent of information flooding her senses. Her father, a man she had admired and trusted, was involved in something far darker than she could ever imagine. And Aiden, the man who had become so important to her, was a part of it too.
"You're telling me that my entire life has been a lie?" Sophie asked, her voice breaking as the weight of his words settled into her chest. "That everything I thought I knew about my family, about myself… it's all been orchestrated?"
Aiden's face softened, his eyes full of regret. "I'm sorry, Sophie. I never wanted you to find out this way. But it's too dangerous to keep you in the dark anymore. You have to understand… this isn't just about your family anymore. It's about survival. If you don't understand the game, you'll be swallowed by it."
Sophie's mind was a mess of emotions—anger, confusion, betrayal. But beneath it all, there was something else: a growing sense of determination. Aiden had pulled her into this world, but she wasn't going to let him control her. Not anymore.
"I'm not afraid of the game, Aiden," Sophie said, her voice steady. "And I'm not going to let you or anyone else decide my fate. I'll figure this out myself. You don't get to make my choices for me."
Aiden's eyes softened, a flicker of admiration crossing his face. But the darkness that lingered in his gaze remained. "I wish I could believe you, Sophie. But this world… it's not as easy as you think. It will swallow you whole if you're not careful."
Sophie stood up, her eyes meeting his with unwavering determination. "Then I'll fight. I'll fight until the end."
As she turned toward the door, Aiden's voice stopped her in her tracks. "You can't do this alone, Sophie. You'll need allies. You'll need me."
Sophie hesitated, her back still turned to him. She could feel the weight of his words pressing on her, but she wasn't ready to rely on anyone—not yet.
"I'll decide who I need, Aiden," she said firmly, her voice carrying a strength she hadn't known she had. "But for now… I need to find out the truth. All of it."
And with that, Sophie walked out of the penthouse, leaving Aiden behind. But as she stepped out into the cool night air, she knew one thing for sure—nothing would ever be the same again.
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