Ivan’s POV:
12:56 Pm.
Things were looking bad. Sophia hadn’t regained consciousness and a video had been released backing the media claims.
It showed me and Sid barging into Sophia’s apartment, the Roan joining us, in about a minute. A few minutes later, it showed me living with Sophia in my arms but you couldn’t tell if she was awake or not, in fact, we looked romantic, like a real couple.
Moments later Harry still hadn’t left her apartment, instead, an ambulance showed up.
Of course, the fucking pussy called an ambulance. Maybe it was all part of his useless scheme, and I’d walked right into it. The video is enough proof that he’d staged everything, but how did he know I was going to get to her apartment that night? I-
The shrill sound of my phone ringing pulled me out of my head. I took my phone out.
Sasha.
“Hi, I’m at the airport, and I haven’t seen Roan yet.” She said as soon as the call connected. I texted her this morning to come back to London. I needed her help with the company now that Sophia wasn’t in a good state. She’d know the right steps to help the company, this time around the scandal was a huge one, and I’m sure our stocks will be pummeling already.
“He already left here, you should see him soon. Is that the only reason why you called,” I asked.
She said nothing for a bit and then blew out a breath. “No, not really. Have you seen the video circulating?”
“Yes?”
“You know what that means then, don’t you? It means two things, either Harry is a step ahead of us, which means he’s planning something or he’s just damn lucky.”
I think I’ll go with the former, from what I’ve found out about Harry, I could tell the man was no fool. He wasn’t one to be underestimated.
“You have a point,” I said.
“Oh, I’ve seen Roan, I’ve got to go.” She hung up.
I walked back into Sophia’s room.
Nick and Daisy sat beside her while Sidorov stood against the wall.
Sid pushed off the wall and walked toward me as he noticed me. “Has Sasha landed?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
I moved to the other side of the bed and took her hand in mine. I was worried but trying my best to act cool. The doctors said she was okay, not harmed and her vitals were stable. Why wasn’t she waking up?
At the same time, I didn’t want her to wake up, the scandal would hurt her, I can’t imagine how she would feel waking up to see that her assaulter had turned the situation around in his favour.
“For fuck’s sake!” Nick exclaimed. “Harry’s doing a live interview.” He tossed his phone, grabbed the remote for the TV and switched it on.
Harry’s face filled its screen, his nose seemed broken. He had a few plasters on his face and a bandage on his head-I’m sure the bandage is just an act because his right arm is on bandage and I’m sure the guys didn’t beat him up that bad.
“So…” The interviewer began. “Could you tell us what happened?”
“Well,” Harry began, his voice soft and filled with feigned vulnerability. “I would start from the beginning because what the media knows is only half of it and I’m part of the reason for that.”
“Go on, please,” The interviewer probed.
“A few weeks ago, pictures circulated the internet, stating that Miss Sophia Smith, my fiance, was having an illicit affair with Mr Ivan Kozlov. Honestly, that was true.”
Someone amongst us gasped, I’m guessing it’s Daisy.
The interviewer’s eyes widened. “How do you explain the lovey-dovey act you and Miss Sophia have been involved in? If I remember correctly, you came out publicly to say that everything was fine in your relationship.”
He dropped his gaze from the camera like he was ashamed-sad even. “I’d like to apologize to everyone for agreeing to take part in fooling the public. I was just blinded by love, you see, I really do love Sophia Smith a lot, I’d have done anything for her. So when she promised to stop seeing Ivan if I helped her salvage the situation, I didn’t hesitate.”
The interviewer looked genuinely sad and distraught, who wouldn’t? Harry was putting on an Oscar-winning act for the whole world to see.
“So how did I get to this? I mean, Ivan and his bodyguards beating you to a pulp?” The blonde-haired, who was the interviewer asked.
Harry visibly shuddered, he should be awarded at this rate. “That was a traumatic experience.”
Nick shot up from his seat. “I can’t stand this fucker! The fuck he’s lying for?”
I could understand his outburst, I was on the verge of doing something drastic.
The interviewer looked apologetic. “I’m so sorry, you don’t have to talk about it,” She offered.
He shook his head. “No, I will be fine. I want to talk about it.”
“Ok.”
“That night, after the fake date Sophia had planned to make the media think we were the best couple. I offered to take her home but when we got to her apartment she invited me in. Soon she was all over me but I assumed it was because she was a bit tipsy, after all, we’d had a bit of alcohol earlier. She persisted and I pushed her off me. I- the rest is a blur but soon Ivan and his men barged in and she started screaming for help, that I’d wanted to rape her. So they pounced on me.”
The interviewer gasped. “Why do you think she did that? I thought you both had an understanding?”
“I have-”
“Turn that shit off! I’ve had enough!” I couldn’t stand it any longer. Never before have I seen a man this evil.
He’s been getting away with ruining people’s lives, but until now, he’s never met his match.
For every harm and damage, he’s caused Sophia-
“Her fingers twitched!” Daisy screamed, interrupting my thoughts.