Sofia's POV
I can't believe what I just heard.
Sabrina. Pregnant. For Zayn.
And apparently, they're about to get engaged.
I ran the timeline in my head like some desperate detective trying to solve a murder case. I've been married to Khalid for less than three weeks. Even if Sabrina was some miracle of biology, there is no way she's "three weeks pregnant." This baby has been in the making long before any engagement talks.
And what's worse? The moment I heard it, the tiniest smirk wanted to creep onto my lips — not because I was happy for them, but because of how perfectly messy my life had become. Of course this would happen now. Of course.
"So, I'm your saviour," Khalid's voice broke through my thoughts.
I blinked at him, caught between confusion and amusement. "Excuse me?"
He smirked, leaning lazily against the pillows.
"You married me. Imagine if you hadn't. You'd be stuck in that circus with Zayn and your darling Sabrina."
I stared at him for a second, trying not to let my lips twitch. "Wow. You really have a way with words."
His smirk deepened, and I rolled my eyes, sinking back into the sheets.
We were still in bed — day four of our one-week vacation, a vacation I hadn't even known he'd planned. The last few days had been… unexpectedly peaceful. No perfectly curated social appearances. No fake smiles for the Amari image. No voice in my head reminding me to be "appropriate."
Just me. And Khalid.
And I'll admit it — the cold, intimidating man I married is warmer than I ever imagined. Funny, too. Playful in a way that almost feels dangerous because I keep catching myself smiling when he's around.
I still have no clue where his money comes from. For all I know, he's running some underground empire or has a secret gold mine. But here's the thing: right now, I don't care. Because here, with him, I feel free.
What? Don't judge me. Who wouldn't love someone who gives you freedom instead of chains? Who lets you breathe instead of suffocating you with expectations?
Khalid's gaze was fixed on me now, steady and unreadable, and I immediately ducked under the blanket like a coward.
"C'mon, wifey," he teased, voice warm and infuriatingly calm. "Why shy? It's not like I haven't seen everything."
I shoved the blanket into his mouth. "Just keep quiet."
He laughed — deep, rich, and annoyingly charming. In one swift movement, he pinned me down, his eyes glinting. "Wifey, shall we go for another round?"
My heart skipped, but I shoved him off and bolted for the bathroom. His laughter followed me all the way to the door.
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Breakfast was its own kind of heaven — pancakes so soft they almost melted, coffee rich enough to wake the dead, and the soft sea breeze brushing over my skin. For a little while, it felt like we were just… normal.
Then, inevitably, the conversation circled back to the drama I'd been pretending to ignore.
"They'll definitely invite us," Khalid said casually, as if announcing the weather.
"Of course I'll go," I replied, grinning over my coffee cup. "I live for gossip."
He gave me that look again — the one that makes me feel like he can read every unspoken thought. I hated that it made my chest feel warm.
I told him about my graduation plans, hesitant at first, but his reaction was nothing like I'd expected.
"Mrs. Voss," he said with a small smile, "you can go wherever you wanna go, okay?"
Something about the way he said it — like it was more than permission, like it was a promise — made me want to look away before he saw how much it affected me.
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Just as I was about to thank him, his phone buzzed on the table.
He glanced at the screen, and in an instant, the warmth in his expression was gone. Replaced by something sharp, dark, and serious.
"Pack your things, Sofia," he said quietly.
I froze. "Why? What happened?"
His gaze lifted to mine, and for the first time in days, I saw the man everyone warned me about.
"We're leaving. Now."