Capítulo 1: Chapter 1: The Fall
Sophia Reeves stared at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows of Marcus Blackwood's penthouse office. The New York City skyline stretched out behind her, a glittering testament to power and ambition. At twenty-eight, she should have felt on top of the world. Instead, she felt like a porcelain doll, beautiful but hollow.
"You wanted to see me, Marcus?" Her voice was steady, practiced. Five years as the girlfriend of one of New York's most eligible bachelors had taught her control.
Marcus Blackwood swiveled in his leather chair, his steely gray eyes appraising her as if she were a disappointing investment. At forty-two, he was the epitome of the self-made billionaire: sharp, ruthless, and used to getting his way.
"Sit down, Sophia." He gestured to the chair across from his desk.
She complied, crossing her legs and smoothing her designer skirt. A gift from Marcus, like everything else she owned.
"We need to talk about our arrangement," he began, his tone businesslike. "I've been doing some thinking, and I believe it's time for a change."
Sophia's heart raced, but she kept her expression neutral. "What kind of change?"
Marcus leaned back, steepling his fingers. "You've been a wonderful companion, Sophia. Beautiful, charming, the perfect accessory for any event. But I'm afraid I've outgrown you."
The words hit her like a physical blow. Outgrown her? Like a child's toy?
"I don't understand," she said, hating the tremor in her voice.
"It's simple, really. I'm entering a new phase of my life. I need someone who can keep up, someone with more... substance." His lips curled into a smirk. "Let's face it, darling. You're lovely to look at, but you're hardly equipped to be a true partner in my world."
Sophia felt as if the floor had dropped out from beneath her. Five years of her life, reduced to this dismissal. She thought of all the times she'd bitten her tongue, played the perfect girlfriend, molded herself to fit his expectations.
"So that's it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're just... ending things?"
Marcus shrugged, already turning his attention to his computer screen. "I'll have my assistant arrange for your things to be moved out of the penthouse. Of course, I'll provide a generous severance package. Let's say... six months of living expenses? That should give you time to... adjust."
Sophia stood on shaky legs, her mind reeling. This couldn't be happening. What would she do? Where would she go? Her entire life had revolved around Marcus for so long.
As she reached the door, Marcus called out, "Oh, and Sophia? I'll need the Cartier bracelet back. It was my mother's, you know."
Something snapped inside her. Sophia turned, her eyes blazing. "Keep it," she spat, unclasping the diamond-encrusted bracelet and letting it fall to the plush carpet. "I never liked it anyway."
With that, she strode out of the office, her head held high despite the tears threatening to spill. It wasn't until the elevator doors closed behind her that she allowed herself to break down, sobs wracking her body as she descended from the lofty heights of Marcus Blackwood's world.
As the elevator reached the ground floor, Sophia took a deep breath and composed herself. She stepped out into the bustling lobby, feeling lost and alone in a sea of purposeful executives. But as the cool autumn air hit her face outside the building, a tiny spark ignited within her.
This wasn't the end, she realized. It was a beginning. And Marcus Blackwood had no idea what he'd just unleashed.
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