"What is this?" Sophia asked, her voice tinged with irritation as she took in the sight before her.
The entrance to her home was nearly unrecognizable, buried under an avalanche of flowers and ornate decorations that transformed it into a scene straight out of a fairy tale.
For a moment, it was as if she had stepped into a different world, one far removed from the quiet elegance she preferred.
"It's a gift from someone named James Porter, Miss Sophia," responded a large man standing by the entrance.
His formal attire, the sharp lines of his suit, and the unmistakable bulge of a gun at his side marked him as a bodyguard.
He was flanked by two equally imposing men, both sporting the same short-cropped hair and vigilant expressions, their presence adding a weight of seriousness to the situation.
"James Porter?" Sophia echoed, her brows furrowing in thought. The name was familiar, but it wasn't until she replayed the events of the previous night that it clicked.
James Porter—the man who had recently shot to fame on campus after winning the lottery.
His newfound wealth had quickly turned him into a figure of fascination and envy, though Sophia had paid little attention to the buzz until now.
"Of course, it's him," she muttered under her breath, annoyance creeping into her voice.
The extravagant display before her was certainly in line with what she had heard about him—a man who was suddenly flush with cash and eager to flaunt it.
The thought of someone so blatantly trying to impress her with his wealth left a sour taste in her mouth.
"Have someone clean up this mess," Sophia ordered, her tone decisive as she turned on her heel. As she walked away, she couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief.
The flowers were beautiful, the decorations stunning, but the thought behind them was anything but.
It wasn't the grandeur that bothered her—it was the clear desperation of a man obsessed with her beauty, trying to buy her attention in the most obvious way possible.
Despite the fleeting admiration for the craftsmanship of the display, Sophia found herself repelled by the whole ordeal.
She had no interest in being the object of someone's fixation, especially when it came with such ostentatious displays of wealth.
With a sigh, she pushed the thought of James Porter out of her mind, determined not to let his actions disrupt her day any further.
The day ended, and as the sun rose, another morning began.
"This again," Sophia muttered to herself as she stepped outside, her eyes narrowing at the sight before her.
Once again, her mansion's entrance was adorned with an extravagant display of flowers and intricate decorations.
This arrangement, like the ones before it, was breathtaking—so perfectly designed that it seemed to enhance the beauty of her mansion's gates.
The colors were more vibrant, the patterns more intricate.
It was almost impossible to believe, but Sophia realized this display was even more grandiose than the last.
She paused for a moment, admiring the craftsmanship despite her irritation.
The sheer effort put into these displays was impressive, but it didn't change how she felt. With a sigh, she shook her head and headed toward her car.
This time, she didn't bother ordering the decorations to be cleared away. What was the point?
It was obvious that James Porter was nothing if not persistent, and his relentless pursuit was beginning to wear on her.
As she went to school, surrounded by her usual entourage of bodyguards, Sophia couldn't help but wonder what kind of person would go to such lengths, day after day.
A week passed, and each morning brought a new spectacle. No two arrangements were alike, each more elaborate than the last.
It was as if James was trying to outdo himself with every passing day, and while the artistry was undeniable, Sophia found herself growing increasingly weary.
The flowers, once a symbol of beauty and love, now represented a wasteful obsession that weighed heavily on her heart.
More than anything, she felt sad—sad for the countless flowers that were cut down only to wilt in a vain attempt to win her over.
Finally, her patience snapped. The endless displays, the constant reminders of James's obsession—it was too much.
She pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she typed a message to him. "Can you please stop? This isn't funny at all."
The response came almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for her to reach out. "It's not meant to be funny. I just want to show how much I love you, Sophia."
Sophia's frustration boiled over. "I have a boyfriend already. Please don't disturb me anymore." Her words were sharp, her patience worn thin by the incessant displays of affection that she neither wanted nor asked for.
But James's next message sent a shiver down her spine. "Your boyfriend is cheating on you."
Anger surged through her, mingled with disbelief. How dare he? She had tolerated his ridiculous attempts to win her over, but this—this was too far.
"F*ck you! You're making things up just to get into my pants. Don't contact me again, or I'll have you arrested." Her fingers flew across the screen, each word a testament to her fury.
She had every intention of blocking him then and there, but something made her hesitate.
Another message arrived, this time accompanied by a series of images and videos. Against her better judgment, Sophia opened them, her heart pounding in her chest.
What she saw made her blood run cold. The photos were crystal clear, the videos even more damning. Her boyfriend—someone she had trusted, cared for—was in the arms of another woman.
The evidence was undeniable, the betrayal laid bare before her eyes.
Sophia's breath caught in her throat as she scrolled through the images, tears welling up in her eyes.
Each photo, each video clip, was like a dagger to her heart. She could hardly believe what she was seeing, but the truth was there, staring her in the face.
The world around her seemed to blur as the tears finally spilled over, streaming down her cheeks in silent agony.
In that moment, the elaborate displays, the countless flowers—none of it mattered.
All that remained was the crushing weight of betrayal, and the knowledge that the man she had thought she loved had been lying to her all along.
Sophia's hands trembled as she stared at the screen, her tears blurring the words as she struggled to process the revelation that had just shattered her world.