Sophia’s POVJulia’s gaze lingered on my exposed shoulder, where a small red mole marked my skin. I shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny.“Julia? Is everything okay?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though her intense stare was unnerving.Julia stepped closer, her expression shifting from curiosity to something more severe. “Sophia,” she said slowly, “how long have you had that mole?”I blinked, taken aback by the question. “I don't know. Forever, I guess? Why?”Instead of answering, Julia leaned in closer, examining the mole with a strange intensity. Her face transformed from shock to horror, and I instinctively took a step back and grabbed a cardigan to drape over my shoulders. Julia seemed to snap out of her trance. "I need to... I need to shower," she muttered, her voice shaky. Without another word, she turned and hurried toward the bathroom.Just then, I noticed a delicate bracelet on the bedside table. I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. It had an intricate design
Julia’s POVSeeing Adrian made my heart pound. His stare seemed to drill a hole through me. Did he recognize me? I straightened my shoulders and smiled, trying to look confident. No one will know the truth. I’ve taken care of everything.Suddenly, I remembered visiting Serena before this New York trip for work. The memory was very vivid in my head. As I walked through the bleak corridors of the prison, I couldn't help but smile. And I just couldn’t resist rubbing it in her face — that she was never going to get out of there, that setting her up had been part of the plan, after all. Poor Serena. She won’t know what hit her. After all her scheming, she didn’t even realize that she was just a pawn in all this. A guard led me to a small room, and I saw Serena pacing inside, her eyes wild with desperation. The moment she saw me, she rushed to the glass partition, her voice trembling.“Julia! Thank God you’re here. Please, you have to help me get out of here. I won't tell Elijah, I swea
Elijah’s POVWhen I got back to the hotel after my business meeting, all I wanted was to kick off my shoes, order some room service, and get some rest. But as I stepped into the lobby, I spotted Julia waiting for me. She looked up, relief and excitement in her eyes.“Elijah!” she called out, waving me over. “Trevis had to go meet up with someone, so I'm left with no one to have dinner with.”I could feel the weariness in my bones, but I didn't want to disappoint her. I also wondered where Sophia could be, but I didn’t want to ask Julia. I actually sent a text message to Sophia a while back, but there was no reply. "There's this cool pizza place I read about online," Julia continued. "Would you join me?"I hesitated for a moment. “I was just planning to stay here tonight.”Her face fell slightly, but she quickly masked it with a hopeful smile. “It won't take long, I promise. And I heard their pizza is amazing.”I sighed, unable to say no to her. “Alright, let's go.”The pizza place wa
Elijah’s POVI had no choice but to follow Julia’s lead, my feet moving almost automatically. Besides, I also wanted to face Sophia. It angered me that she would still go and meet him after that last time when I’d stopped her from saying hello. What is she trying to prove? Does she just want to rub it in my face that she’s now free from me and can do whatever she wants? Or maybe… The next alternative filled me with dread. Maybe she really, really likes him. Who knows what went on between them during those days she was with him in his beach house?Sophia and Adrian turned to face us, surprise written across their faces.“Hi!” Sophia greeted casually. “Fancy seeing the two of you here.” She looked between me and Julia, and I could sense that she didn’t like seeing us together. “I feel the same way,” I said coldly, gazing into her eyes. “Small world, huh?”Sophia frowned. She knew I didn’t want her to see Adrian because I didn’t trust him. I just didn’t want to risk her getting hurt ag
Julia’s POVAdrian stared at me with a puzzled expression, his brow furrowing slightly. “You look really familiar,” he said, his eyes narrowing as if trying to place me.At that moment, a memory flashed through my mind like a lightning bolt—seeing Adrian at the beach where I’d hit Sophia on the head. I felt myself paling and a wave of dizziness threatened to overwhelm me. I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm. Everyone's eyes were on me—Sophia, Elijah, and Adrian—waiting for my response.I forced a smile, trying to keep my expression nonchalant. “I don't think we've met before,” I said confidently. "I only know you from Sophia and Elijah's stories."Adrian tilted his head, still looking uncertain. “Are you sure? I could swear I've seen you somewhere.”I shrugged, doing my best to appear casual. “Maybe you saw me in a photo or something. But no, I don't think we've ever actually met.”Sophia, sitting next to Elijah, glanced between us, her eyes filled with curiosity. Elijah
Julia’s POVStanding in the pizza parlor with Elijah, Sophia, and Adrian felt surreal. The warmth of the place clashed with the tension in the air. Adrian's smile was confident, almost too masterful, as he looked at me after I insisted we had never met before.“Maybe we all need some ice cream for dessert,” Adrian said, his eyes glinting with something unspoken. “To cool down and relax after dinner.”I blinked, bewildered, as Adrian continued, “Why don't you and Elijah join us? It'll be fun.”Sophia glanced at him with uncertainty, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she pressed her lips together, the expression almost imperceptible unless you were looking closely.I took a breath, determined not to appear flustered. “Sure,” I answered, forcing a smile. I wanted to prove my innocence, to show I wasn’t afraid of anything. Besides, I was confident Adrian would never recognize me as the person who had hurt Sophia on the beach.To my surprise, Elijah nodded. “Sounds good,” he said, and
Elijah’s POVAfter getting back from New York, I offered to drive Sophia home. I figured it was the perfect excuse to talk to Sophia about bringing Reese to meet my parents eventually. But all I told Sophia was that I was eager to see Reese, she immediately agreed. “Sophia,” I began, breaking the stillness. “I was thinking... Maybe you could take Reese to meet my parents.” I had mentioned this to her before, but last time she didn’t seem too keen about it. Sophia glanced at me, her eyes wary. “Are you sure that's a good idea? Do you think Morgana would want to meet Reese? I mean, surely Reese would remind her of me. And she had always hated me.”I frowned for a while, knowing that it was true. But then I nodded, trying to convey my conviction. “I'm sure it will be okay. My stepmom might have her issues, but once she sees her adorable first grandchild, she'll forget about the past. And my dad, he's often busy, but he'd certainly welcome the arrival of a sweet little kid that's his ow
Elijah’s POVI felt the warmth of her lips on mine before my brain could fully process what was happening. The dark hallway of Julia’s house enveloped us, but the shock of her sudden kiss pierced through the obscurity. I pushed her away, my breath catching in my throat as I fumbled for the switch on the wall. The lights flickered on, illuminating her flushed face and my bewildered expression.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, my voice edged with anger.Julia looked flustered, her eyes darting away from mine. “I just...I missed you, Elijah. I’ve missed you so much.”“So you just made up an excuse for me to come here, but you had substitute keys?!” I spat out, feeling a mixture of betrayal and confusion.“No, it’s not like that,” she insisted, shaking her head. “I couldn’t get in at first, but then I remembered I had extra house keys hidden in my luggage.”My anger flared, a bitter taste rising in my mouth. “This isn’t right, Julia. You shouldn’t have done that.”Sh
Emily’s POVThe forest was alive with chaos. My legs burned as I pushed through the underbrush, the sound of crashing branches and angry shouts growing louder behind me. Chris was just ahead, his silhouette barely visible in the faint moonlight cutting through the dense canopy.“We’re almost there,” he whispered back to me with urgency. “Just keep moving.”I nodded, but my breath came in short, panicked gasps. My mind was a whirlwind, replaying the flashes of violence, the sound of gunfire, and Luc shouting at us to separate. It was difficult to focus, but I just kept on moving forward. Ahead, the trail split in two. Chris glanced back at me, his face lined with worry. “Take the left path! I’ll hold them off.”“No, Chris—” I began, my chest tightening with panic, but he didn’t wait for an argument. Spinning on his heel, he moved toward the right trail, gripping a sturdy branch he’d grabbed earlier as if preparing for a fight. The determination in his stance was unmistakable.“Go, Emi
Chris’s POVThe worn chair creaked as I leaned back, staring at the wooden beams of the ceiling. My thoughts wandered to my family—my parents, my siblings, even the small details of home life I’d taken for granted. I missed it all, a dull ache eating at me every time I let myself think about it.But I couldn’t risk going back. Not yet. Not with the mob hunting us, and certainly not with Emily relying on me. I couldn’t leave her alone in this, no matter how much I longed for my old life.I sighed, running a hand through my hair and willing myself to accept my fate. This was the path I’d chosen, the one I’d forced myself to stay on because protecting Emily mattered more than anything else. And besides, I’d never loved anyone as much as I loved her. That truth was the only anchor I had in this chaos.The sound of the front door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. The woman who owned the house—a wiry, sharp-eyed local named Henriette—poked her head in. “Marc and Luc are here,” she anno
Emily’s POVThe worn leather journal felt heavier in my hands than it should have, its frayed edges brushing against my fingertips as I clutched it tightly. Every step I took on the narrow mountain trail seemed to amplify the weight of it, as if it held not just pages of memories, but the crushing reality of the life Chris and I now led, lived before by someone else. The peaks of Mercantour National Park loomed ahead, their jagged edges shrouded in mist. Chris walked a few steps in front of me, his head turning every so often to scan the trail behind us."Do you think this place will be safe?" I asked. Chris slowed his pace, waiting for me to catch up. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he adjusted the strap of his backpack and glanced at me, his face unreadable. “It’s secluded. Hard to find, even harder to reach. That’s something.”Not exactly comforting. “But for how long?” I pressed. “How long until they find us again?”Chris’s jaw tightened, the tension in his shoulders makin
Elijah’s POVThe café had transformed under the warm glow of evening lights, its usual charm elevated by strings of delicate fairy lights and subtle touches of elegance. Tables were arranged to face a small stage near the window, where a sleek microphone and a guitar stand hinted at the night’s entertainment. Lila stood nearby, radiant in a flowing dress, her hand entwined with Adrian’s. Their closeness was unmistakable, their easy smiles a reflection of the love they now shared.I leaned against the counter, nursing a glass of sparkling water, and watched as they chatted with Morgana. Adrian was gesturing animatedly, and Lila laughed, leaning into his shoulder. Their new album launch was clearly more than just a career milestone—it was a celebration of their partnership.The sound of the door opening drew my attention. My grip on the glass tightened as Camille stepped inside, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. She was dressed to impress, her bold red dress catching the light
Elijah’s POVDetective Marcus and I met the vendor in a discreet corner of the back room. The man glanced nervously between us as Marcus explained the plan.“You’re going to approach your contact,” Marcus told him firmly. “Tell them there’s an opportunity tonight—something disruptive, something damaging. Be clear, but not pushy. If they bite, we’ll catch them red-handed.”The vendor nodded, swallowing hard. “Alright. What do you want me to suggest?”“Target the performance,” I said, crossing my arms. “Lila’s scheduled to sing tonight. Make it sound like ruining her set would humiliate Morgana and damage the café’s reputation. It’s the kind of petty, public sabotage this person seems to thrive on.”The vendor shifted uncomfortably. “And you’re sure I’ll be safe?”“You’ll be wired,” Marcus assured him, holding up a small device. “We’ll monitor everything, and my team will be close by. As soon as we have what we need, you’re out.”I stepped forward, fixing the vendor with a hard stare. “
Elijah’s POVI could see my stepmother smiling, talking to a couple of regulars at the counter in her cafe. Business had become much better lately, and for the first time in weeks, she looked genuinely happy. It seemed as if the chaos of the past few months had been nothing but a bad dream. I glanced at my watch. The investigator I’d recommended—Detective Marcus—was due to arrive any moment. He’d personally called me and mentioned new leads on the vandalism and threats against Morgana and Lila, promising that this time, we’d finally get somewhere.I looked over at Morgana. Her genuine smile was a rare sight these days, and despite everything, it was a relief to see her like this. Yet, the faint strain in our dynamic was impossible to overlook.She hadn’t entirely forgiven me for investigating Lennon. The look of betrayal on her face when she caught me in my study weeks ago still lingered in my mind. But for all her anger, she hadn’t shut me out completely. She’d allowed me to continu
Elijah’s POV“Sophia…” I whispered, that one word sending all sorts of emotions shooting through my body. God, I miss my wife. I couldn’t stop replaying the moments of distance, the fractured conversations, and the way her eyes held questions I didn’t know how to answer. But right now, I couldn’t afford to dwell on it.My phone buzzed on the desk, pulling me from my thoughts. Joe’s name flashed across the screen.“Elijah,” his voice came through, sounding serious. “I’ve got an update. One of Lennon’s companies has a scheduled shipment tomorrow night. Destination? A port that’s had connections with Les Ombres Écarlates in the past.”I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing. “What’s being shipped?”“Hard to tell. The manifest says machinery parts, but the quantity doesn’t match the volume listed. It’s suspicious, to say the least.”I rubbed my temple, frustration mounting. “And Lennon? Is he directly involved?”“Hard to say,” Joe admitted. “But it’s his company’s name on the paperwork. If h
Sophia’s POVThe knock on my office door was brief but firm. I glanced up from my laptop, my brow furrowing as my assistant stepped in, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses and lilies.“This just came for you,” she said, her smile bright as she placed the vase on my desk.“For me?” I asked, surprised. My gaze dropped to the small white card nestled among the flowers. I reached for it, curiosity piqued.The handwriting was familiar, steady and bold: For Sophia – because I’m thinking of you. – E”Elijah.A soft warmth bloomed in my chest, quickly followed by doubt. Was this a genuine gesture, or was it guilt? My mind immediately replayed the strained conversations, the silent meals, the guarded looks we’d exchanged over the past weeks. But as I stared at the flowers, their vibrant colors brightening my desk, I pushed those thoughts aside. Whatever the reason, he’d thought of me. And wasn’t that what mattered?“Lovely bouquet,” my assistant commented before slipping out of the room, leavin
Sophia’s POVA rapid thudding filled my ears as I watched the elevator doors close, Camille’s figure disappearing behind the sleek metallic panels. She hadn’t seen me, but there was no mistaking her—she was here, in the Sinclair Realty building.What was she doing here? And more importantly, who was she here to see?I swallowed hard, my thoughts racing as I tried to keep my emotions in check. She couldn’t possibly still be pursuing Elijah? The very idea made me feel sick. I suddenly had the urge to run after her and grab her by the hair. Forcing a steadying breath, I turned and walked toward the lobby doors, my heels clicking against the polished floors. I told myself not to jump to conclusions, not to let my insecurities get the better of me. I walked briskly to my car, the thought of Camille’s presence lingering like a bad aftertaste. What the hell is she doing here? I repeated silently in my head. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of all the possibilities—none of them good. My