To Guard and To Love
Nicole Williams · Ongoing · 60.7k Words
Introduction
That was all Sophie Langford asked for but fate twisted her plea into something far more dangerous. “Take my heart, save it and let it be yours .”
Sophie Langford has always lived behind walls of privilege, the only daughter and heiress of a billion-dollar fashion empire. But privilege breeds enemies. When an attempt on her life leaves her broken and bleeding at the edge of a cliff, she is saved by an unlikely hero Talia Cross, a disciplined boxer with a haunted past who steps in when no one else dares.
Bound by necessity, Sophie and Talia sign an agreement as bodyguard and client. But fate has other plans.....
What begins as a rescue soon spirals into something darker. As Sophie recovers, betrayal festers in her family’s boardroom uncles scheming for her inheritance, allies turning into foes, and assassins sent to finish the job.
The deeper the danger, the closer Sophie and Talia become. For Sophie, it’s the first time she feels truly safe and seen. For Talia, protecting Sophie means risking more than her life…
If protecting Sophie will cost her her life she is ready to lay it down she doesn’t just guard Sophie’s body she begins to guard her heart too .
But every kiss they steal is shadowed by the knowledge that one wrong move could destroy them both. In a world where power is a weapon and love between them is forbidden, can they survive the game of betrayal or will their love itself become the trap to bring Sophie down ?
Chapter 1
Power is a strange thing. It looks beautiful from the outside… but deadly when you get too close.
Just like the towers of Langford Beauty Home, shimmering under the pale glow of the moon. Tonight, their lights spilled over the streets, casting a golden sheen on the city below.
LBH, one of the oldest, largest, and most successful fashion houses in all of Eastbridge, had built its empire on elegance, ambition, and relentless vision. And tonight, just like every other day, it seemed untouchable.
It was closing hour at LBH. Workers were tidying their desks, switching off lights, and heading home some weary, some eager for rest. Others lingered a moment longer, reluctant to leave the grandeur behind. The Langford Beauty Home stood unique in the city; passersby and aspiring employees couldn’t help but steal another glance. To work here was more than a job it was a dream, the prayer point of countless job seekers.
Then, the doors opened, and Sophie Langford stepped out. Her long blonde hair caught the light as she moved with the kind of confidence that made it seem like she owned the world. She didn’t, but she did own LBH, and that was a little bit close.
At twenty-seven, she was a vision of elegance poised, striking, and magnetic. Her very presence commanded attention, the way a queen could silence a room without uttering a single word. The golden lights spilled over her tailored suit, a perfect union of authority and beauty. Sophie wasn’t just the face of Langford Beauty Home; she was its legacy, carrying the empire on her shoulders with a grace that seemed effortless.
Her driver pulled up in front of the glass doors in a sleek black Bentley, its polished surface gleaming under the city lights.
An assistant hurried forward and opened the rear door with practiced precision, bowing slightly as Sophie approached.
Without breaking stride, she slid into the leather seat, the faint fragrance of jasmine and fine leather filling the car. The door clicked shut behind her, and in the next breath, the Bentley rolled away from the Langford towers, melting into the night traffic of Eastbridge.
At first, everything felt normal the hum of the engine, the soft city lights streaking past the tinted windows, the familiar route toward her mansion. Sophie sank into the seat, scrolling absently through the iPad on her lap.
The car had barely moved a short distance when her instincts stirred. Years of living under constant scrutiny had sharpened her awareness, and tonight, something felt… wrong.
The silence.
Normally, Mr. James, her driver of five years, would at least ask if she was comfortable or offer a polite remark about the traffic. Tonight, not a word.
Sophie’s brows knitted as she looked up from her screen. “Mr. James?” she called. No reply.
She leaned forward slightly. “Mr. James.” Still nothing just the steady, unbroken rhythm of the tires against asphalt.
A chill swept over her as she called a third time, her voice sharper now. “MR. JAMES!” Still no reply. That’s when she noticed the hands on the steering wheel. They were rougher, broader… not Mr. James’s hands at all.
Her blood ran cold.
“Who the hell are you?” she demanded, panic breaking through her usual composure.
The driver didn’t turn his head. Instead, he slid one hand down, pulled a black pistol from his side, and flashed it at her without a word. In one swift move, he snatched the phone from her grasp and tossed it onto the dashboard, just out of reach.
The car sped up, veering off the familiar route. Neon lights gave way to darker, emptier streets. Sophie’s heart slammed against her ribs as she realized this night she was already in for it.
Sophie sank into the back seat, her mind racing. What should she do? Accept her fate? Scream for help? She didn’t dare not with the black, gleaming pistol pressed against her side.
Then, two black jeeps appeared behind them. At first, a flicker of hope stirred—maybe she could scream, attract attention. But as they drew closer, she realized with a sinking dread that they were part of the plan. The supposed driver, the jeeps… they were all working together.
The road twisted and narrowed, leading her deeper into an unfamiliar, almost forgotten village poverty-stricken, rough, and silent. It was a place she hadn’t even believed existed on the city’s outskirts. The jeeps followed her every turn, their presence a constant, menacing reminder that escape was impossible.
Finally, the Bentley slowed and came to a stop. Sophie’s heart thudded violently as she looked out the window. The edge of a cliff yawned ahead, the dark void beyond a perfect mirror for the terror tightening in her chest.
Power is a strange thing. It looks beautiful from the outside… but deadly when you get too close.
Just like the towers of Langford Beauty Home, shimmering under the pale glow of the moon. Tonight, their lights spilled over the streets, casting a golden sheen on the city below.
LBH, one of the oldest, largest, and most successful fashion houses in all of Eastbridge, had built its empire on elegance, ambition, and relentless vision. And tonight, just like every other day, it seemed untouchable.
It was closing hour at LBH. Workers were tidying their desks, switching off lights, and heading home some weary, some eager for rest. Others lingered a moment longer, reluctant to leave the grandeur behind. The Langford Beauty Home stood unique in the city; passersby and aspiring employees couldn’t help but steal another glance. To work here was more than a job it was a dream, the prayer point of countless job seekers.
Then, the doors opened, and Sophie Langford stepped out. Her long blonde hair caught the light as she moved with the kind of confidence that made it seem like she owned the world. She didn’t, but she did own LBH, and that was a little bit close.
At twenty-seven, she was a vision of elegance poised, striking, and magnetic. Her very presence commanded attention, the way a queen could silence a room without uttering a single word. The golden lights spilled over her tailored suit, a perfect union of authority and beauty. Sophie wasn’t just the face of Langford Beauty Home; she was its legacy, carrying the empire on her shoulders with a grace that seemed effortless.
Her driver pulled up in front of the glass doors in a sleek black Bentley, its polished surface gleaming under the city lights.
An assistant hurried forward and opened the rear door with practiced precision, bowing slightly as Sophie approached.
Without breaking stride, she slid into the leather seat, the faint fragrance of jasmine and fine leather filling the car. The door clicked shut behind her, and in the next breath, the Bentley rolled away from the Langford towers, melting into the night traffic of Eastbridge.
At first, everything felt normal the hum of the engine, the soft city lights streaking past the tinted windows, the familiar route toward her mansion. Sophie sank into the seat, scrolling absently through the iPad on her lap.
The car had barely moved a short distance when her instincts stirred. Years of living under constant scrutiny had sharpened her awareness, and tonight, something felt… wrong.
The silence.
Normally, Mr. James, her driver of five years, would at least ask if she was comfortable or offer a polite remark about the traffic. Tonight, not a word.
Sophie’s brows knitted as she looked up from her screen. “Mr. James?” she called. No reply.
She leaned forward slightly. “Mr. James.” Still nothing—just the steady, unbroken rhythm of the tires against asphalt.
A chill swept over her as she called a third time, her voice sharper now. “MR. JAMES!” Still no reply. That’s when she noticed the hands on the steering wheel. They were rougher, broader… not Mr. James’s hands at all.
Her blood ran cold.
“Who the hell are you?” she demanded, panic breaking through her usual composure.
The driver didn’t turn his head. Instead, he slid one hand down, pulled a black pistol from his side, and flashed it at her without a word. In one swift move, he snatched the phone from her grasp and tossed it onto the dashboard, just out of reach.
The car sped up, veering off the familiar route. Neon lights gave way to darker, emptier streets. Sophie’s heart slammed against her ribs as she realized this night she was already in for it.
Sophie sank into the back seat, her mind racing. What should she do? Accept her fate? Scream for help? She didn’t dare not with the black, gleaming pistol pressed against her side.
Then, two black jeeps appeared behind them. At first, a flicker of hope stirred maybe she could scream, attract attention. But as they drew closer, she realized with a sinking dread that they were part of the plan. The supposed driver, the jeeps… they were all working together.
The road twisted and narrowed, leading her deeper into an unfamiliar, almost forgotten village poverty-stricken, rough, and silent. It was a place she hadn’t even believed existed on the city’s outskirts. The jeeps followed her every turn, their presence a constant, menacing reminder that escape was impossible.
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