บททั้งหมดของ Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Sophia Rose’s POV“Sophia, you’re getting married,” my dad’s resolute voice replays in my head, like a gnawing, splitting headache. It’s been over twenty-four hours since I found out; over twenty-four hours since I last slept. My breath deep and shaky, I sit in my bright closet, quickly rolling a slip dress with trembling hands. My blurred gaze flicks to the white sleeping pills littering the closet floor. They’ve been there since midnight, and I’ve been staring at them for hours. In the end, I chose the suitcase instead.I dump the rolled dress in it and grab the next cloth, folding faster than I can take two breaths. After spending five and a half years in London earning two degrees, I returned last month and have been trying to map out a one-year plan for my life, only to find out that I’m just a bargaining chip for my father’s failing company.“I’ve been the perfect daughter…” I choke, hurriedly stuffing my suitcase as tears leak out of my eyes. “Always saying yes to all their de

Sophia’s POV“Your daughter’s run away?” Alexander utters as if it’s news to him. He takes the phone off his ear, taps the screen, and switches to loudspeaker.“Sophia’s never acted out like this,” my dad’s frantic voice echoes. “She’s just… she’s a little sensitive…” My heart shatters.“The news must have left her shocked,” Alexander says calmly, dark eyes locked onto mine. “I’ll have my security team look for her, and personally bring her home to you… With the merger underway, we wouldn’t want the media to get a wind of this.”“You’re right, Son.”Unwelcome, hot tears sting my eyes.My life is worth a business deal, but I’m just a little sensitive?I turn to the window, tuning out the rest of the call.I’ve had enough—enough of being tossed around like everyone’s puppet.As soon as the car becomes quiet, I turn to him, fist tightened. “Drop me off—”The dome lights go off suddenly.My eyes flick to it, then back to his still figure in the dark.“Alexander, I want to get off.”“I don

Sophia’s POVHe breaks our kiss, hands going still on my thighs. I lock gaze with him, seeing how dark and dilated his pupils have turned. He’s panting just as I am, looking unusually unsettled. His face is frozen—an expression of shock I don’t miss. My body trembles, but I shake my head weakly, letting him know I can’t go further than kissing. He withdraws his hands quickly. “I don’t…” I start to say, but as my arms go around his neck, he grips my waist, lifting me. His lips press against the soft swell of my chest. My heart kicks hard, my words melting into an inhale. I coil in pleasure, releasing a deep breath as my head drops.“You’re a fantastic kisser,” he murmurs, his hands unsteady on my waist.The compliment sends a curl up my stomach. But it’s the kisses he keeps pressing that steal my brain cells. They’re soft, intentional—like he’s memorizing the shape of me.“A-alexander…” My voice is barely mine, thin and trembling.His grip at my waist firms, his breathing settles, a

Sophia’s POVHe’s got nipple piercings, a back half-full of tattoos, smokes cigars, swore never to get married, but says he’s marrying me in October.I’m the first woman he’s invited into his penthouse and bedroom; he kisses like a sinner and promises to show me things I can’t handle yet. He lies effortlessly, too.Just the perfect red flag. From the corners of my eyes, I watch him type on his iPad, all covered up in a navy blue suit. You can’t tell what’s underneath or in his head.He’s returning me home, back to my gilded cage.My dad and the security at home went in search of me and found Layla’s friend still lurking on the street outside our home. According to Layla’s friend, ‘my boyfriend’ helped me down the wall, and I ran off with him. I’m grateful he went with ‘boyfriend’ instead of describing the man seated beside me.I turned my phone on while waiting for him in that dark room, forgetting how capable and resourceful my parents are. Alexander said he informed my father this

Sophia’s POVAlexander’s calmness fills the elevator like gravity. I stare at my reflection against the panel—blonde hair secured in a neat bun, my teal silk skater dress falling perfectly—a 360-degree improvement from the last time I was here.He slowly holds my hand and locks our fingers with gentle possessiveness. Then he meets my gaze in the panel, looking at me like I’m already his. It feels undebatable.My breath flutters.The first and last time I was here was by chance. This time, it’s by choice. Whatever happens to me is all on me. Ding.The 69th floor.And the elevator doors open.I clench my free fist as I follow beside him.The drive here was quiet. Nothing surprising; his silence does all the speaking. We’re waiting until marriage. He told me that himself, yet it feels like I’m walking into dangerous storms I don’t understand.“Eleven, eleven, two…” he mutters as his fingerprint gets scanned. I look at him.“That’s my passcode.” His passcode?“It’s the same for the pr