Second Chance At Love

Chapter 62

“Rough day, huh?” A familiar voice, filled with spite, slithered into Sophia’s ear. She flinched back, blinking at Ada for a moment before attempting to brush past her.

Seeing Sophia Ignore her. Ada narrowed her eyes. She snagged Sophia’s arm, leaning in close. “You ever wonder why your dad went after that secret stuff three years ago?”

Sophia’s head snapped up, her gaze sharp and cold. Ada’s smug smirk sent a shiver down Sophia’s spine. Her dad wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t touch something like a thermal weapon code on a whim. Unless… “Was it you?”

A slow, cruel smile spread across Ada’s face as she pinched Sophia’s chin. “Bingo.” Sophia gritted her teeth. “How?”

“My dad fed yours a line, saying it was just some run–of–the–mill research data. He made it sound like snagging it would let the Taylor Group surpass the Wilsons. Your dad bought into it, spent a good two months scheming to swipe the code, but ended up falling right into Jason’s trap. Jason gave him a choice back then: either rot in jail or pull the plug on the Taylor Group. Well, your dad was too chicken to face the music, so he chose to throw in the towel on the company. And that, Sophia, is why the Taylor Group went belly–up.”

Sophia’s grip tightened on Ada’s arm, knuckles turning white. “What’s in it for you if the Taylor Group goes under?” A cruel grin stretched across Ada’s face. “Oh, plenty of perks, believe me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Remember how Jason hates you? He wanted my dad to take down Taylor Group. Then, Jason made my dad a shareholder at Wilson Group.”

Sophia stumbled back, a wave of icy dread washing over her. The past three years – a calculated move by Jason? He’d destroyed her family, not just to vent, but to humiliate her. This was the man

she’d loved for eight years? He’d poisoned her life, then turned his venom on her family.

Seeing Sophia’s pain, Ada pressed her advantage, stepping closer. “And your little ‘accident‘ two years ago? I’ll ensure your father meets the same fate as that bastard you miscarried two years ago, with no resting place.” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

A bloody image flashed through Sophia’s mind, hatred flickering in her eyes. Ada, sensing that she had already stirred up Sophia’s anger, Instinctively reached out to caress her own belly, a wicked smile curling at the corner of her lips. ‘It’s about damn time to get rid of this one.”

“Heard you buried the poor baby in the cemetery,” Ada taunted. “Rest in peace can be a fragile thing. I can have someone dig her up, reduce her remains to dust, and scatter them to the wind. Think about that.”

Rage consumed Sophia. Her world turned crimson, all rational thought dissolving, “You vicious bitch!” she roared, lunging for Ada’s throat. Her fingers dug in with a fury that mirrored the inferno in her eyes.

Ada, smirking through the pain, choked out, “Going to kill my child to avenge your lost one? She’ll never rest if you don’t” Sophia seemed entranced, her hand pressing down on Ada’s stomach with a terrifying intensity

Ada pressed on, her voice strained. “End it, and your daughter will finally be at peace.” The words were a twisted spell, chipping away at the last vestiges of Sophia’s sanity. Her fingers curled into a fist, knuckles white. Just as she raised her fist to strike, a voice boomed from nearby, “Stop!”

The sound, like a thunderclap, ripped through the fog clouding Sophia’s mind. She stared, disoriented, at her hand wrapped around Ada’s throat How had this happened? How had she lost control so quickly?

A forceful shove sent her sprawling onto the show. Looking up, she met Jason’s furious gaze.