*Seraphina*I didn’t even respond at first because I was so taken aback. I remembered what had happened the last time I’d gone shopping and how harsh his reaction had been to all the clothes I had bought. I knew that he took me for some kind of superficial, materialistic person, and it was a thought I didn’t enjoy. There wasn’t any point in trying to explain my reasoning behind why I did what I did, and I didn’t want to feel belittled or judged again for doing the same thing now. ‘Um… is there a special occasion coming up or something? What’s the reason?” I asked, suspicious. Alfred heaved a sigh, as though he didn’t feel like answering the question. “Does there have to be one? If you’d rather skip the offer and spend the rest of the day doing something on your own…”“No,” I said quickly, then blushed at the speed of my answer. “I mean, no, that’s fine. I’d be happy to go shopping with you.”He pressed his lips together before nodding, and the two of us split u
Seraphina’s POVShe was stunning, an ethereal beauty that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Her long, blonde hair cascaded in waves down her back, and her eyes sparkled with an almost otherworldly light. She wore a dress that hugged her curves perfectly, and every movement she made was graceful and elegant. I recognized her immediately—Madeline, the famous pop star whose face graced billboards and magazines everywhere. I had seen her records in Alfred's room once and had thought he was just another fan. How naive I had been."Alfie, you're back!" Madeline's voice was as melodic as her singing, and she moved towards him with a grace that spoke of years in the spotlight.Alfred's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly composed himself. "Madeline, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a mix of shock and curiosity."Alfie, you're hurting my feelings, "She put her hand over her cheek to feign heartbreak. "After all these years, is that all you have to say to me?"
Seraphina’s POVI never imagined I'd be in this situation, but here I was, facing my worst fear. Alfred’s ex-girlfriend, Madeline, was back, trying to win him over again. My heart was being squeezed every time I thought about them together.We continued our discussion over dinner. I didn't know if it could still be called that, considering it was well past midnight. As we ate, my mind was racing. I could barely taste the food. I needed to know where his heart truly lay. I took a deep breath and tried to sound casual, even though my heart was pounding.“If you’d like to get back together with Madeline, I would beg Garfield to allow her to continue pursuing her career,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. But it felt like I was betraying myself by even suggesting it.Alfred's face darkened. He put down his fork and leaned back in his chair, staring at me with a mix of frustration and hurt. "Why would you even say that, Seraphina? Do you think I’m that fickle?"My eye
Seraphina’s PovI felt a pang of disappointment, a weight in my chest that grew heavier with each passing second. Alfred was with Madeline, and it seemed he had no time to care about anyone else, least of all me. I glanced at Elliot, grateful for his help. The alcohol had hit me harder than I anticipated, and I could barely stand. Elliot noticed and, without a word, lifted me up and carried me out to his car. The night had started out innocently enough. I had been trying to enjoy myself, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Alfred and Madeline. The more I thought about them, the more I needed to drown my sorrows. Drink after drink, I tried to numb the ache in my heart. Each sip seemed to dull the pain, but only temporarily. It wasn't long before the room started spinning, and I could feel my legs becoming unsteady beneath me. I needed to talk to someone, to pour out the confusion and pain swirling inside me. As Elliot drove, I turned to him and asked, "What kind of person i
Seraphina’s Pov I didn't expect the call from Madeline. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, but the voice was unmistakable. I had no idea what this pop star would want to talk to me about. Given my current situation as Alfred’s “cousin,” I posed no threat to her. It seemed unnecessary for Madeline to meet with me. Despite my reservations, I agreed to have lunch with her. Curiosity got the better of me—I wanted to understand the girl who once held Alfred’s heart. The restaurant Madeline chose was elegant, with soft lighting and an air of sophistication. I arrived a few minutes early, my nerves getting the better of me. As I sat at the table, I couldn't help but wonder what she wanted to discuss. When Madeline walked in, she was radiant, her smile genuine and welcoming. She approached me with an enthusiasm that was both surprising and disarming. "Seraphina! Thank you so much for coming," Madeline said, her eyes sparkling. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting.""Not at all," I
Seraphina’s PovI stood by my bedroom window, staring out at the sprawling gardens of the Vanderwood estate. My decision weighed heavily on my heart, twisting it into knots of uncertainty and regret. I had agreed to help Madeline, to give her a chance with Alfred, the man she loved. It was a selfless act, one I knew was right, but it didn’t make the pain any less bearable.I had to be strong. If I was to stay Garfield's niece, Alfred and I could never be together. It was better this way. Madeline was more suitable for him, and she could make him happy. I had to believe that.My plan was simple. I would invite Alfred to lunch, using my name to ensure he would come. But I wouldn’t be waiting for him at the restaurant; it would be Madeline. This way, they'd have a chance to talk and reconnect, to speak honestly, and perhaps rekindle what they once had.The day arrived, and my nerves were beyond calm. I paced my room, wringing my hands as I went over every detail of my plan.
Alfred’s PovThe day started like any other, with the sun rising over the lush forest surrounding our pack's territory. But by the end of the day, everything felt like a tornado had ravaged said forest. My heart was heavy as I drove Seraphina home, knowing that we had to face my father's anger.When we arrived, Garfield was already waiting, his face a mask of fury. He had definitely seen the news headline.He waited till we got out of the vehicle and approached the stairs leading up to the main entrance. "Alfred, what were you thinking?" he barked the moment we were within earshot. "Your relationship with Madeline could put Seraphina in the midst of all this drama!"Seraphina stepped forward, her expression calm despite the storm brewing around us. "Uncle, it's not Alfred's fault. It's all just a misunderstanding."Garfield's expression softened when he looked at Seraphina. "Do you really like Elliot?" he asked gently. "If you do, I would be happy to see you two together
Alfred’s POVThe mansion was eerily quiet as I paced the length of the grand hall, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. The sunlight filtering through the tall windows did nothing to warm the cold knot in my chest. I had to talk to Seraphina, to explain myself, but every attempt I made was met with a wall of silence. She didn’t want to listen or understand and had left without a backward glance, leaving me standing alone with my unspoken words. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. Understanding young women was beyond me. I could only discern that Seraphina seemed annoyed whenever I was near, as if my presence was a burden to her. It hurt, more than I cared to admit. Regardless of her feelings, she was still family, and I wanted nothing more than to see her happy—whether as a friend or cousin. Yet, seeing her frequently with Elliot stirred a bitterness within me that I struggled to swallow. They spent so much time together, disappearing on outings that she never cared to explain. T