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.

Arthur couldn’t control his temper and threw his phone on the couch beside

the Presgrave Residence at night, Anastasia sat with him on the couch in the living

scared, let’s go

head. “Grandma loves us so much. Even if she is on the other side, she’ll

kissed her hair.

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 felt sorry for him, but couldn’t find the words to comfort him. After all,

man. “Let’s go back to 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. Anastasia patted him on the shoulder and hugged him tightly. That night, this man who was usually strong and powerful

hour later, he nodded off while in her embrace after losing sleep for nearly two nights. When she combed through her hair, she noticed that it was slightly damp, and she felt even more

morning at the Goodwin Residence, Sophia had gone to work when a black SUV stopped at the entrance around ten o’clock. The man who stepped out of the car had a handsome yet cold face, and he was donned completely

entrance. She walked over and opened the small gate, and

as he asked, “Hello, Mrs.

leave!” Emma was nearly going to lose her temper. After learning the truth about her husband’s bankruptcy the previous night, she was so angry that she

slightly furrowed his beautiful eyebrows.