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If I confronted Sophia and she was innocent, I risked pushing her away and losing our connection.
But suppose I ignored the evidence and allowed myself to be vulnerable. In that case, I could be putting my entire family at risk.
As the days passed, I struggled to find a balance between my heart and my mind.
The investigation into Sophia's background continued, and the weight of uncertainty hung heavily on my shoulders.
Leo had informed me that she had misplaced her purse for quite a while, but with how nervous she appeared, he didn’t believe her story, and to be honest, neither did I.
With that information, I decided to wait for Antonio to finish his investigation.
When Antonio finally returned with his findings, I braced for the truth.
He had unearthed every detail of Sophia's life – her family, friends, work history, and past relationships.
There was no evidence to suggest any connection to my uncle or any criminal activity.
I felt a mix of relief and confusion. The evidence pointed to Sophia being an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire of a dangerous situation, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story, something hidden beneath the surface.
As I delved deeper into the information Antonio had gathered, I discovered something that made my blood run cold.
Sophia had a history of hacking into companies and selling their secrets to their rivals.
It was a skill that could explain why there was no evidence linking her to Francisco or any criminal activity.
Had she used her hacking abilities to cover her tracks and erase any traces of her involvement?
My doubts resurfaced, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had been too quick to trust her.
Conflicting thoughts tore at me – the desire to believe in her innocence and the need to protect myself and my family's legacy.
I confronted Antonio about this discovery, and he confirmed that Sophia's hacking past was well-known in certain circles.
She seemed to have managed to stay under the radar and avoid any major trouble with the law, but her skills were undeniable.
I couldn't ignore the possibility that she might have been sent by my uncle or someone else with malicious intent.
Her hacking abilities could make her a valuable asset to anyone with ill intentions, and the fact that she had been at the scene of the murder made her a potential witness who could jeopardize everything.
As the days passed, I again became torn between my heart and mind.
My feelings for Sophia were undeniable, and I couldn't shake the connection we had formed. The risks were too high, and the consequences of being deceived again were too great.
The days turned into weeks, and Sophia's avoidance only fueled my doubts.
She hadn't replied to my text messages, and every attempt to reach her went unanswered.
It was as if she was intentionally keeping her distance, which only made me more suspicious.
I wanted to confront her, to demand answers, and to know the truth. But a part of me hesitated.
What if she was innocent, and my suspicion was unfounded?
Confronting could risk pushing her away and revealing more about myself than I wanted to.
I had to be careful and avoid making any hasty decisions.
During my turmoil, I sought solace in the familiar routine of my daily life – the meetings with my men, the business deals, and the endless strategizing to stay one step ahead of my uncle.
