Chapter 46
Sofia Bliss
I didn’t think twice.
As soon as I hung up the phone with my aunt, took the bag, threw the resumes aside, and left like a crazy from the diner. I took the first taxi that appeared in front of me, almost being run over before entering.
"Take me to Valehart Enterprises. Now."
The voice that came out of me didn’t even sound like mine.
It was something darker— a mixture of hurt and pure anger.
My eyes were burning, but I refused to let a single tear fall.
No. I wasn’t going to cry.
I was going to fix this mess.
One way or another.
How could he?
How dare he?
That bastard really thought he could do whatever the hell he wanted?
Waltz into my life, meddle with my business, lie to my family?
He called my aunt.
Told her he’d pay for my father’s hospital stay…
Like some fucking savior.
Like I had asked him for anything.
When the taxi stopped in front of that mirror building, I got out with the body burning. I didn’t even look at the driver. I just threw the money in his hand and went straight to the entrance. The security guard was the same as on the day of the interview; he recognized me and gave me passage at the same time.
Good.
At least something was working today.
I was stomping so hard on the ground, it felt more like a march to war. It was short to get in the elevator, and then, knock on the damn door of Adrian Valehart.
But of course—one of those perfectly polished receptionists decided to stand in my way.
"Excuse me, miss. You’ll need authorization to go up to the execu—"
"No." I cut her off coldly.
"But I can’t let you—"
I stepped closer. Way too close.
I didn’t care if she was just doing her job.
I was so angry, I wanted it to blow up, just like the rest of this building.
My hands balled into fists. I didn’t even notice when I pinned her against the edge of the desk.
No… I didn’t scream.
Even though I wanted to.
I didn’t hit her. Didn’t yell.
I just stared.
Deep.
Right into her soul.
And somehow… that was worse.
Her eyes widened. Her lips parted.
She backed away, shaken.
I don’t know what she saw in my face—maybe I looked psychotic.
But honestly?
I didn’t give a damn.
She pressed the button.
The elevator doors slid open.
And I stepped in.
Alone, I rose to the top floor—the penthouse.
Where that bastard reigned.
With each passing floor, my anger built.
My teeth clenched.
My jaw tightened.
I wanted to rip him apart.
Spit in his face.
Force him to tell me what the hell he thought he was doing.
When the elevator doors opened, I didn’t hesitate.
I stormed out, heels pounding, heart racing.
I didn’t care who saw me—employees, clients, whatever.
Let them watch.
I was halfway down the hallway, ready to kick the door open, when some assistant tried to block me.
"Miss, Mr. Valehart is—"
“Fuck this…” I hissed, slamming my palm against the handle.
And just like that, I walked in.
The door flew open with a sharp click, and I closed it behind me, hard.
And there he was.
Adrian. That arrogant asshole.
Sitting there with his head down, scrolling through his phone like a bored king on his goddamn throne.
He looked up.
And saw me.
It was like he’d been waiting for me.
For a second, his face stayed unreadable.
Then...
That smile.
The damn smile.
“Sofia…” he said, cool as ever. “So good to see you.”
I swear, the rage almost made me growl.
I marched across the room, fists clenched, and spat the words, my eyes burning:
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”
He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over that sculpted chest, eyes sharp and predatory.
“I took care of your dad’s bills… didn’t I?”
His tone? Casual. Like we were talking about the weather.
Cocky son of a bitch.
“I solved a problem for you,” he continued, like it was nothing.
“You don’t need to worry about the hospital anymore. Or the transfer. Or anything, really… It’s all under control.”
“Under control??!” I snarled. “You mean under YOUR control!”
I felt my body burn.
“You had no right, Adrian! You can’t just barge into my life like that!”
He didn’t flinch.
Didn’t even blink.
Just stared at me, calm… firm.
And that made it even worse.
" You didn’t do it because you care about my father." I continued, going to him, grabbing him by the collar of that expensive suit. Almost tearing the fabric. "You don’t give a fuck. You only did it because you don’t want me to be with anyone else! You’re just a possessive jerk who thinks he can control everything!"
I yanked him closer.
So close our foreheads nearly touched.
I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, that maddening mixture of woody cologne and male warmth that almost made me dizzy.
“You told me to stop working at that bar…” I whispered, my voice low, bitter. “And now you call my aunt? Pretend to be my boss? You think you can scare me using my father? Really?”
He stared at me, slow.
His gaze dragged across my face, down to my lips, and then locked onto my eyes.
And he said it.
So damn casually.
“Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m doing.
You’re not seriously thinking about going back to that place… are you?”
You motherfucker.