Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

After another bout of apologies, Aaron left.

Sophia was extremely conflicted. Arthur had acquired her father’s company through despicable means, even sending him to the police and giving him a debt of one billion. Did her family still have to be grateful to him just because he kindly repaid the debt for her father? He was the cause of the trouble and also the solution to it; her family was innocent in all this. Was all of this because she accidentally picked up his family heirloom and lost it?

“Sophia, stay away from Mr. Weiss. You shouldn’t get involved with a man like him, understand? It might cost you your life,” Drake warned his daughter somberly.

“I will, Dad,” she promised.

“From a glance, I can tell that he’s a spoiled child from a rich family who’s used to doing whatever he wants without caring about anything.” The more Drake thought about it, the angrier he felt, and he had no affection for Arthur at all.

Sophia went upstairs and sprawled out on her bed, her heart feeling inexplicably heavy. Meanwhile, in a cabinet, the screen of her silenced phone repeatedly lit up with unanswered calls from a certain someone.

control his temper and threw his phone on the couch beside him before it

night, Anastasia sat with him on the

go home,” he said to

much. Even if she is on the other

her hair.

after a good night’s sleep, she found that the man next to her was gone, and she got up after putting on a jacket. In the living room, Elliot was drinking alone on the couch. There were several extinguished cigarette butts in the ashtray next to him. Anastasia

downstairs and held onto the tipsy man. “Let’s go back to

her. The man, who hadn’t cried in front of anyone from start to end, buried his head in her hair as a stream of tears slipped from his red eyes.

nights. When she combed through her hair, she noticed that it was slightly damp, and she felt even more pained as she looked at the man

the entrance around ten o’clock. The man who stepped out of the car had

in the garden when she saw the person outside the entrance. She walked over and opened the small gate, and asked him unceremoniously, “Can I help you, Mr.

was polite as he asked, “Hello, Mrs. Goodwin. Is

in the future. You should leave!” Emma was nearly going to lose her temper. After learning the truth about her husband’s bankruptcy the previous night,

beautiful eyebrows.