Sophia's hands tightened on the steering wheel as she turned onto the tree-lined drive leading to Aunt Catherine's estate.

Finally.

After weeks of being stonewalled by that insufferable bitch Amanda..."Ms. Blackwood is unavailable," "Perhaps try again later," "She's in important meetings"...her aunt had finally called her directly.

Like she always did when Sophia truly needed her.

Because Aunt Catherine understood.

And unlike that smug, condescending assistant of hers, Aunt Catherine actually took Sophia seriously.

Amanda.

Just thinking about that woman made Sophia's blood boil.

The way she'd dismissed every call, every message, with that fake-polite voice that barely masked her contempt.

Like Sophia was some annoying telemarketer instead of Catherine Blackwood's niece.

Well, that was going to end today.

First order of business... making sure Aunt Catherine knew exactly how her precious assistant had been treating family.

How Amanda had deliberately blocked Sophia's attempts to reach her.

How she'd been dismissive, disrespectful, borderline insubordinate in her refusal to put calls through.

Sophia could already picture it... Aunt Catherine's face hardening with that CEO coldness when she realized how her assistant had been acting.

"She did what?"

And then the inevitable firing.

Because nobody disrespected a Blackwood.

Not even someone who worked for one.

Sophia smiled at the thought of Amanda packing her desk, that smug superiority finally wiped from her face.

Good riddance.

Aunt Catherine had always understood her.

Unlike her mother.

That manipulative, selfish, disgusting woman who'd stolen...

No.

Sophia forced herself to breathe.

Stay calm.

Stay focused.

She'd rehearsed this a thousand times in her head over the past weeks.

What she'd say.

How she'd explain.

The exact words that would make Aunt Catherine see the truth about what Victoria had done.

What Victoria was doing.

With Alex.

Her Alex.

Sophia's jaw clenched at the thought of his name.

When had it started?

When had he stopped being the nobody she'd used for a dare and become... this?

This obsession that kept her awake at night.

This constant, gnawing need that she couldn't shake no matter how hard she tried.

She'd catch herself thinking about him at the worst times.

And the worst part... the absolutely infuriating part... was that she'd had him.

He'd been hers.

Worshiped her. Would have done anything for her.

And she'd thrown him away like trash because that's what he was supposed to be.

Disposable. Forgettable. Nothing.

But Now...

Sophia had realized something terrifying.

She wanted him back.

No... worse than that.

She needed him back.

Needed to prove she could still have him whenever she wanted.

Because she was Sophia Blackwood.

She could have anyone.

So what if she'd kicked him aside? So what if she'd let Marcus beat him bloody? So what if she'd humiliated him in front of everyone?

She was Sophia Blackwood.

She could snap her fingers and have him back.

That's how it was supposed to work.

That's how it had always worked.

Except her mother... her own mother... had somehow gotten involved.

And now...

Now Victoria Blackwood was fucking him.

Her daughter's ex-boyfriend.

A man decades younger than her.

And she wasn't even hiding it anymore.

She'd cut off Sophia's money. Kicked her out of the house. Claimed that James knew, that her father was okay with this sick, twisted affair.

Lies.

All lies.

Her father would never accept this.

Her mother was just manipulating everyone like she always did, playing her corporate games, thinking she could control everything and everyone.

Well, not anymore.

Sophia pulled up to the manor and killed the engine, checking her reflection in the rearview mirror.

Perfect.

Hair styled just right. Makeup flawless but not overdone. The picture of a concerned, hurt daughter seeking her beloved aunt's wisdom and support.

She'd tell Aunt Catherine everything.

How Victoria had seduced Alex right after the breakup... probably even during the relationship, knowing that bitch.

How she'd thrown Sophia out for objecting to this... this perversion.

How she'd claimed James supported it... an obvious lie meant to isolate Sophia.

How Amanda had been blocking Sophia's calls, probably on Victoria's orders, trying to keep her from reaching the one person who could help.

Aunt Catherine would be horrified.

Aunt Catherine would fix this.

And once her mother was properly punished for this betrayal, once she was humiliated and forced to end things with Alex...

Then Sophia could have him.

Just for herself.

The way it should have been from the start.

Sophia grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car, smoothing her designer dress.

She walked up to the front door and rang the bell, a small smile playing at her lips.

'I'm coming for you, Mother.'

'And this time, you won't be able to charm your way out of it.'

***

The gate opened and Sophia swept through without waiting, ignoring the guard at the door with a dismissive wave.

Aunt Catherine would be in her office at this hour.

She always was.

Sophia walked through the familiar halls, heels clicking against marble, already rehearsing her opening lines.

Then she saw her.

Amanda.

Standing near the staircase, tablet in hand, that same professional expression that made Sophia's blood boil.

Their eyes met.

Sophia smiled.

Cold.

Knowing.

'Enjoy your last days here, bitch.'

Amanda's expression didn't change, but Sophia caught the slight confusion in her eyes before she turned and continued toward the office.

The door was open.

Empty.

Sophia frowned, stepping inside and looking around.

Where was she?

Catherine was always in her office at this time.

Always.

For a moment, Sophia considered going back to ask Amanda.

Then dismissed it immediately.

She wasn't giving that woman the satisfaction.

Besides, she could find her aunt herself.

If not the office, then...

The bedroom.

Of course.

Maybe Catherine was resting, or changing, or...

Sophia turned and headed for the stairs, climbing toward the second floor where she knew her aunt's private rooms were.

She'd find her.

Tell her everything.

And finally, finally, everything would be set right.

Sophia reached the top of the stairs, turning down the hallway toward her aunt's bedroom.

Then she heard it.

A moan.

Distant but unmistakable.

Sophia froze mid-step.

What...?

Another moan. Louder this time. Definitely female.

Her mind raced.

Aunt Catherine?

The thought was shocking, unexpected, but...

So what if it was?

Her aunt was a powerful, beautiful woman. Unmarried. She had needs like anyone else.

Probably a boyfriend. Some wealthy executive or...

Sophia should leave.

Come back later.

This was private, and she'd already intruded enough just by coming upstairs uninvited.

But then another sound.

A different voice.

Lower. Male.

And something else beneath it.

Sophia's feet moved before her brain could catch up.

Curiosity overpowering common sense.

Just a quick look.

Just to confirm it was what she thought and then she'd leave quietly, wait downstairs, pretend she'd never...

She reached the bedroom door.

Wide open.

Not even closed, let alone locked.

Sophia's hand touched the doorframe as she leaned forward slightly, just enough to see inside.

And froze completely.

The scene before her was...

Her aunt.

Naked.

Eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth open in pleasure.

Sitting on someone's face.

And she wasn't alone.

Another woman... also naked... was beside her.

Riding a man beneath them both.

Hard.

Desperately.

Sophia's brain stuttered, trying to process.

A threesome.

Her elegant, composed Aunt Catherine was in the middle of a threesome.

The shock was so complete that for a moment Sophia couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't...

Then the woman riding the man moaned.

Loud.

Desperate.

And turned her head slightly.

Her profile visible in the afternoon light.

Sophia's blood turned to ice.

That face.

Those features.

No.

No, that wasn't possible.

That couldn't be...

"MOM?!"

The word tore from Sophia's throat before she could stop it.

A scream.

Raw.

Horrified.

Disbelieving.

Everything stopped.

Froze.

Victoria's eyes snapped open, head whipping toward the doorway.

Catherine's eyes flew open, body going rigid.

And beneath them both...

Sophia's gaze dropped.

To the man.

The man her mother was riding.

The man her aunt was sitting on.

She couldn't see his face from this angle, but she could see his body.

Strong.

Young.

Familiar in a way that made her stomach drop.

No.

Please, no.

Victoria was still staring at her, frozen mid-movement, still straddling him.

Catherine had turned her head, still positioned over his face.

And then the man moved slightly.

Adjusted.

Enough for Sophia to see.

To recognize.

Alex.

Her Alex.

The man she'd thrown away.

The man she'd decided she needed back.

The man she'd come here to reclaim by destroying her mother.

Was underneath both of them.

Fucking her mother.

His face buried between her aunt's legs.

Both women naked and clearly in the middle of...

Sophia's hand flew to her mouth.

Her vision swam.

This wasn't happening.

This couldn't be happening.

"Sophia... " Victoria started, voice wrecked and breathless.

But Sophia couldn't hear anything over the roaring in her ears.

Couldn't process anything beyond the image burned into her brain.

Her mother riding Alex.

Her beloved Aunt Catherine with him too.

Both of them.

At the same time.

The aunt she'd come to for help.

The aunt who was supposed to save her from her mother's perversion.

The aunt who was supposed to fix everything.

Was fucking the same man.

Together with her mother.

Sophia's world shattered.

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