Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320

Sophia’s POV

I stood outside the glass tower in Midtown, staring up at the building that used to bear my family’s name. Cruz Energy Group-the words had been etched in gold above the entrance for three generations.

Now they were gone, replaced by Reynolds Holdings in stark black letters.

Four years since Lucas Reynolds came back from whatever hell had swallowed him after his family’s bankruptcy.

Four years since he’d systematically dismantled everything my family had built, piece by piece, until there was nothing left bat this-me, walking into what used to be my father’s building like a prisoner reporting for duty.

My hands shook as I pushed through the revolving door. The lobby looked the same-marble floors, soaring ceilings-but it felt different. Colder. Like the building itself knew it had been conquered.

I remembered the day Lucas had shown up at our family estate, three years after vanishing. My parents had been so relieved to see him alive. They’d actually apologized for calling off our engagement, explained that they’d only wanted to protect me from the fallout of his family’s collapse.

He’d smiled. Accepted their apology. Shook my father’s hand.

And then, six months later, he’d destroyed us.

The hostile takeover had been surgical. Precise. He’d found every weakness in our corporate structure, every debt we’d tried to hide during the recession.

Within three months, Reynolds Holdings owned sixty percent of Cruz Energy.

Within six, my parents were under investigation for financial fraud-charges/Lucas had manufactured with such skill that even our own lawyers believed them.

Now they sat in a ‘private care facility” in Connecticut. Not quite a prison, but close enough. Lucas visited them once a month, made sure they had everything they needed. Made sure I knew he could take it all away if I didn’t cooperate.

Cooperate. Such a clean word for what he made me do.

I stepped into the elevator, my finger hovering over the button for the executive floor. The floor where I used to have an office with a view of Central Park.

Where my father used to call me in to discuss expansion strategies.

Now I had a desk outside Lucas’s office. A secretary’s desk. Because that’s what I was now-his secretary during business hours.

And his whore at night.

The elevator doors slid shut, and I caught my reflection in the mirrored walls. Navy pencil skirt. White silk blouse. Hair pulled back in a neat bon. I looked

professional. Composed.

Like I wasn’t dying inside every single day.

I thought about the Lucas I’d fallen in love with seven years ago. The boy who’d proposed to me on a beach in Cabo, who’d been so nervous his hands shook as he opened the ring box. Who’d kissed me like I was something precious.

10:51 am

PTON

Chapter 320

That I ucas had been gentle: Patient. He’d wait for me to initiate intimacy, would ask permission before even holding my hand in public.

That Lucas was dead.

The man who’d come back three years ago was someone else entirely. Someone cruel and calculating, whose moods shifted like storm clouds.

One moment he’d be almost tender, touching my face with something like regret in his eyes. The next he’d have me bent over his desk, his hand in my hair, fucking me like he hated me.

Maybe he did hate me. Maybe he hated all of us-the families who’d turned their backs on him when his father went to prison.

But I was the one paying for it.

The elevator chimed. Twenty-third floor. I stepped out into the hallway, my heels clicking on the polished hardwood. A few people looked up from their desks, their eyes sliding away when they met mine.

They all knew. Of course they knew. Lucas didn’t exactly hide what I was to him.

I walked past the break room, heard voices inside: “-can’t believe she has the nerve to show her face-”

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