The Ex-Wife's Billion Dollar Comeback (Soraya) novel Chapter 6

~ Soraya ~

Soraya was busy the whole day. After visiting Aegis Core System, she went to the bank to make a deposit and then viewed apartment options.

Since she hadn’t yet met with her friend Silas, Soraya remained uncertain about settling in Cedar Heights. Another option was to stay in Belridge momentarily and help restore her uncle’s company to its former glory.

As Soraya drove back to her uncle’s house, she passed by a park. Something caught her eye, prompting her to pull over and walk out.

She was about to enter the park when she noticed a young girl, looking like she was about four or five, running across the street on her own!

Soraya gasped; her motherly instinct kicked in.

She noticed a black sedan struggling to avoid the girl. Soraya ran, grabbed the little girl, and rolled to the side of the road. She did not care that she had ruined her coat. Her arms protectively wrapped around the little girl.

People crowded around her as Soraya remained on the concrete.

“Are you okay, Miss?”

“How is the child?”

The driver of the black sedan ran to them, saying, “I’m so sorry. She came out of nowhere. I wasn’t sure if stepping on the brakes abruptly was fast enough or—”

“It’s okay, we understand,” one man said. “The girl did run too fast into traffic.”

“Angela! Angela!” a man’s concerned voice echoed in the air.

Everybody figured it was the father or the child’s guardian.

Someone had helped Soraya up. Just then, the young girl looked at Soraya with guilt. She appeared teary-eyed and nervous. She sniffed before hugging Soraya back, her little arms wrapping around her neck.

“It’s okay. You are fine. You are safe with me,” Soraya assured the child.

“Angela! Thank God, you are okay!” the unknown man said behind Soraya.

“Mister, you should watch over your daughter carefully. She almost got hit by a car!” someone said.

“I’m so sorry, everyone,” the man said, his deep voice laced with a touch of panic.

When Soraya finally turned to the man behind the voice, her breath hitched. ‘No way! Of all the people!’

It was Jacob Steel.

Of course, it was him! Calum’s arrogant, judgmental, steel-faced friend who ironically always looked like he’d stepped out of a luxury magazine ad.

His usually pristine trench coat was wrinkled as if he’d run through a storm. His dark hair, always perfectly combed, now fell over his forehead. And his eyes, sharper than she remembered, reflected fear.

The sight of him made Soraya pause. The polished, untouchable billionaire, Jacob Steel, suddenly looked human: he was out of breath, messy, and clearly worried.

It felt strange.

The last time Soraya saw him, he wasn’t exactly kind. Her eyebrows pulled together as the memory came back. Still, when she looked at the little girl clinging to her like a koala, Soraya couldn’t bring herself to pull away.

“Soraya,” Jacob spoke first.

“Mr. Steel,” Soraya acknowledged.

‘Right,’ Soraya remembered. ‘Jacob lived in Belridge. This was his town.’

“Is she—” she hesitated before resuming, “your daughter?”

“Yes,” Jacob responded.

His voice, deep as ever, was slightly ragged from running, but there was something raw in it too. Maybe guilt. Maybe panic. Maybe both.

He stretched his arms toward the girl, his eyes clearly inspecting if she had been hurt during the fall.

Angela turned to Jacob, silently admitting their kinship, but still, she refused to let go of Soraya.

“Angela, come here, let’s not bother Soraya.” Jacob tried to pull Angela away, but the little girl sure was strong.

Angela’s actions reminded Soraya of the times when Sage was younger. Soraya’s daughter was the same: possessive of her. When Sage was two years old, Soraya could barely go to the bathroom at night because her daughter did not want to leave her side.

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