Julia’s POVRushing into the hospital room with Elijah by my side, I put on my best concerned face. Inside, I was boiling with frustration. Oh, this Sophia is really something else, always able to avoid death. It would have been easier for me if the accident had gotten rid of her, so I don't have to plan for her "unfortunate demise" again. I couldn't help but think sarcastically, It's like she's a cat with nine lives. But those lives are going to be used up soon, and then she'll be gone.Elijah didn't say a word, but he was obviously beyond himself with worry. His knuckles were white from gripping the edge of the door frame as we approached the room. As soon as he saw Sophia lying in the bed, her arm in a cast, he rushed to her side, his voice soft and full of concern.“Sophia, are you okay?” he asked, his hand gently brushing her hair away from her face.I rolled my eyes when they weren't looking, but quickly masked it with a look of concern. “What happened? How are you feeling?” I
Julia’s POVI stood by Grandma Evelyn's bedside, the sight of her frail body lying motionless tugging at a mix of emotions within me. The door creaked open, and I turned to see Henry enter. His face showed curiosity, a slight smirk playing on his lips.“Hey, Jules,” he said softly, crossing the room to embrace me. I held onto him tightly, drawing comfort from his presence, though my eyes remained cold as they fixed on the frail old woman. “Henry,” I murmured, pulling back to look at him. “This is the only time I can talk to you alone. I'm staying at the Bakers' house these days. But tonight, I’ll be with Grandma Evelyn.”“Didn’t know you cared much about her…”I let out a short, bitter laugh. “No, I don’t. It’s just for show.”He glanced at Grandma Evelyn, his brow furrowing. “She's the one you can't stand, right? So what, you want us to pull the plug on her life support, finish this once and for all?”“No, that's not it,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I have a different plan, a new
Sophia’s POVI woke up with a dull ache in my arm and the sterile scent of the hospital surrounding me. As I glanced at the cast encasing my arm, memories of the accident flashed through my mind.At least I don’t have to stay another night, I thought. I was eager to see Reese again. She must be so worried about me, even though Kayla said they hadn’t really specified what had happened to me. When I was finally discharged, I was surprised to see Daniel waiting for me. His face lit up with worry and relief as he approached.“Sophia! How are you feeling?” he asked, his eyes scanning me for any sign of pain.“I'm okay,” I assured him with a small smile. “It's just a broken arm. It'll heal fast.”“Sorry I only came now,” he apologized. “I wanted to visit you yesterday when I heard the news, but I couldn’t get a flight back from San Francisco where I had a few meetings.”“It’s fine, Daniel. Don’t worry about it.”“Kayla wanted to come, but she's staying with Reese,” he explained. “She thoug
Sophia’s POVI looked up to see Morgana standing there with her usual cold expression, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto mine. The sea breeze seemed to carry her disdain closer, amplifying the tension between us.“What a surprise,” I muttered, more to myself than to her, trying to compose myself despite the rising unease.Morgana didn’t waste any time. “Sophia, you really have a knack for causing misfortune to everyone you get close to. Just like what happened to Evelyn,” she sneered, her voice dripping with accusation. My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Evelyn. I stood up, brushing the sand off my hands. “You have no right to talk to me that way, Morgana. You weren’t there. You don’t know what happened.” I tried to control the tide of emotions threatening to wash over me. She scoffed, crossing her arms. “Oh, I know enough. Bad luck seems to follow you wherever you go. You never do anything right, Sophia! You’re a walking disaster!”Anger flared within me. I had to fight
Elijah’s POVI hit the road, the sun already dipping low on the horizon. Sophia's message flashed in my mind—I was supposed to meet them at her apartment, but plans changed. “She’s at the beach with Kayla and Reese,” I mused aloud, a smile tugging at my lips. “Can't wait to see them!”Whistling a tune, I turned onto the winding coastal road, excitement coursing through me. The ocean breeze teased through the window, a welcome change from the city's stifling heat. My mind wandered to Reese's laughter and Sophia's smile, both etched vividly in my memory.I’m so glad Sophia is well enough to play with our daughter at the beach. Then, I noticed it—a dark sedan, its windows ominously tinted, tailgating me. Suddenly, I remembered the same kind of car that had followed Sophia and later on appeared at the office. Can this be her brother Troy again, causing trouble?!My heartbeat quickened. What's going on? I tried to shake it off, focusing on the road ahead. But the car persisted, swerving
Elijah’s POVThe emergency room lights were too bright. I felt the throbbing in my head, the sting of scratches on my arms, but the doctor assured me nothing was broken. I strained to listen amid the bustle, and then I heard her voice—Sophia.“Hey, Sophia,” I called out weakly, trying to sit up despite the ache.Suddenly, to my surprise, she was there rushing to me, one arm in a cast, tears streaming down her face as she enveloped me in a tight hug. Her relief was evident, overwhelming. “I thought…” she began to say, sobbing. “I thought that you…” “Hey, it's okay,” I murmured, holding her close. “I'm okay.”“I thought it was you on that stretcher over there,” she finally managed to say, not able to contain her sobs. Then she couldn’t speak anymore, just burying her face into my shoulder. Behind her, I saw Kayla and little Reese hurrying over. Reese reached me first, her eyes wide with worry. “Daddy, you're alive!”Sophia managed a smile through her tears as she composed herself. I
Sophia’s POVAs I left Elijah's hospital room, my heart felt heavy with worry. Seeing him and Julia lying there, bandaged and bruised, was almost too much to bear. I’ll visit them tomorrow again, I promised myself. For now, Reese has to rest. It wasn’t good for her to be exposed to such a messy situation, and to have that encounter at the beach with her stepmother!Kayla walked ahead of me, carrying Reese who was already very sleepy. The cool evening air hit me as we stepped outside the hospital. I tried to focus on the rhythmic sound of Kayla’s footsteps, but my thoughts were scattered. Elijah had been hurrying to the beach to meet us when the accident happened. And Julia, who was just passing by, had gotten caught up in the chaos, ending up with a severely injured hand.I wonder who did this to them, I suddenly thought, thinking about the dark sedan that had chased Elijah off the road and almost hit Julia too. Could it be my brother Troy? Is he trying to scare us so that he can ge
Sophia’s POVThe hospital walls were adorned with generic paintings meant to be calming but did little to ease my nerves. I should just visit Grandma Evelyn, see how she’s doing. I was well aware that she was still in a coma, but she has never left my mind. Everyday, I continued to pray for her recovery. I wished she could wake up already. It was a huge burden to think that her life was now at risk because of me. To add to that, I couldn’t help blaming myself too for what happened to Elijah and Julia. It was all too much to bear, really. Relax, Sophia. Just take a deep breath. I tried to calm myself down as I made my way toward Evelyn’s hospital room. When I got there, I hesitated briefly, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.The room was quiet except for the sound of the medical equipment. Two maids were present, one adjusting Evelyn’s blanket while the other arranged flowers on a nearby table. Evelyn lay still, her frail form barely making an impression on the bed
Elijah’s POVThe next morning felt heavy, as if the house itself was carrying the weight of the night before. The quiet was oppressive, broken only by the occasional creak of the floorboards or the distant hum of a car passing by.I sat at the dining table, staring into my coffee. The steam curled lazily upward, but the rich aroma did nothing to soothe my nerves. My phone lay face up beside the mug, its screen dark but ever-present, a reminder of the silence on the other end.I’d stayed at my stepmother’s house for the night, unable to leave her in the state she was in. Sophia had wanted to stay too since Phoebe was with our kids anyway, but I’d insisted she go home to the kids. “I’ll be fine,” I’d told her, even though fine was the last thing I felt. Now, as I sipped my coffee, I kept glancing at my phone, willing it to buzz or ring—anything to break the unbearable silence. My thoughts were consumed with Joe and Lennon. The sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up
Elijah’s POVThe house felt like it was holding its breath. Morgana’s sobs broke the silence occasionally, raw and gut-wrenching, as Lila and Adrian hovered near her, offering words of comfort that felt paper-thin in the face of her grief. Morgana sat slumped on the couch, her face buried in her hands, while Lila rubbed soothing circles on her back and Adrian paced, his expression dark with worry.In the corner of the room, Kayla and Sophia sat close together, their heads bowed in hushed conversation. Whatever they were saying, it seemed to offer Sophia a sliver of solace, though her eyes darted toward me every now and then, filled with the same lingering apprehension I felt. She looked pale, her shoulders drawn tight as if she were holding herself together by sheer willpower.An hour had crawled by since the explosion. An hour of unanswered questions and unanswered calls. Connor and I had tried every line, every contact, but no one from Joe’s side had picked up. Each failed attempt f
Sophia’s POVThe air thrummed with a tension so thick it felt alive, no matter how hard we all tried to mask it. Morgana’s living room was warm and inviting, as always, but even the crackling fireplace couldn’t chase away the chill of unease that had settled over us. I sat on the edge of the plush sofa, my hands gripping a mug of tea that had long since gone cold.Across from me, Elijah leaned forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on the carpet as though it held the answers we were all waiting for. Lila and Adrian were perched on the loveseat, talking in low voices, though their words seemed more like an effort to fill the silence than an actual conversation. Connor stood by the window, staring out into the sprawling garden, while Kayla hovered near the kitchen, pretending to busy herself with the cheese platter she'd brought.Morgana herself sat quietly. As always, her eyes were red and puffy, her face haggard, and she had grown noticeably thinner.I took a deep b
Elijah’s POVIt was one of those days when the weight of the world seemed to rest on my shoulders. My office at Sinclair Realty was awash with sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the brightness did little to alleviate the turmoil brewing in my thoughts. Connor, my ever-efficient assistant, sat across from me, tablet in hand, as we combed through the final details of the new condo project. "The eco-friendly features are going to be the highlight," Connor was saying. "Solar panels, water recycling—it's all here. If we market it right, we'll tap into that green investor demographic."Just as Connor began discussing potential investors, my phone buzzed on the desk. Joe’s name lit up the screen. Joe rarely called—and never during office hours unless it was urgent."Give me a minute," I told Connor, picking up the phone. "Joe, what is it?""Elijah, turn on the news. Now."There was an urgency in his voice that made my stomach tighten. "What’s going on?""Just do it
Sophia’s POVI leaned over my desk, the soft glow of the desk lamp spilling over my sketches. The lines were clean, precise, but my mind wasn’t. I’d been at this all day, refining designs for Lucas’s ski resort renovations. Thankfully, it had been days since I’d last heard from him. That alone brought a sense of relief. I wasn’t sure if it was because of our last encounter or he’s just been busy. As I worked on shading the next section of my blueprint, my phone buzzed against the desk. I glanced at it, surprised to see Elijah’s name flashing on the screen. A small smile tugged at my lips as I answered.“Hi,” I said, cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder as I continued sketching.“Hey,” Elijah’s warm voice greeted me. “I just wanted to ask… what time are you coming home?”I paused, setting my pencil down. “In a bit. Just wrapping up a few things.”“Good,” he said, a faint smile audible in his tone. “I miss you.”The words caught me off guard. A rush of warmth spread through m
Elijah’s POVThe morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of my office, but it did little to lift the cloud hanging over me. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the reports spread across my desk, though my mind wasn’t focused on them. Victoria’s sudden disappearance had thrown me off balance.A part of me wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. If she was gone, it meant she couldn’t interfere with my family anymore—or so I hoped. I don’t know her too well. But I know Julia, and won’t just give up. If using Victoria didn’t work, she’ll find another way soon. The phone on my desk buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. My assistant’s voice came through the intercom. “Mr. Sinclair, Joe is here to see you.”“Send him in,” I said, sitting up straighter.Moments later, Joe stepped into the room, carrying a folder and his usual air of quiet efficiency. He placed the folder on my desk and sat across from me, his expression grim.“I’ve got updates,” he began, pulling a few papers fro
Sophia’s POVWe always tried to set aside our concerns whenever we got together for meals at home with the kids. Tonight’s dinner turned out to be lively, especially because we’d invited Phoebe to join. Jared was animated, recounting his favorite parts of the school performance to Phoebe, who listened with rapt attention. It was sweet to see the bond forming between them—Jared had taken to her so naturally, as though some invisible thread tied them together.“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the show,” Phoebe said, her tone genuinely regretful. She reached over to ruffle Jared’s hair. “Work’s been hectic, and I just couldn’t leave my new job.”Jared shrugged, smiling at her. “It’s okay, Aunt Phoebe. There’ll be more performances. You can come next time.”“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Phoebe promised, her eyes softening.Roxy, who had been unusually quiet throughout dinner, suddenly spoke up. “Royce wasn’t in school today.”I paused mid-bite, glancing at Elijah. He stilled too, h
Elijah’s POVDespite Morgana’s absence, Bella Sera was bustling with activity when I arrived. The place seemed to be running like a well-oiled machine. Clara, Morgana’s assistant, was standing by the counter, speaking animatedly with one of the chefs.I made my way to her, and she noticed me immediately. “Elijah,” she said with a smile. “Good to see you. Morgana mentioned you might stop by.”“How’s everything going?” I asked, leaning against the counter.Clara handed me a clipboard with the latest reports. “Sales have been steady. We’ve introduced a few new menu items, and they’re doing really well. Customers seem to love the seasonal specials. Morgana’s been signing off on everything remotely, but honestly, she’s been distant. Understandably so.”I nodded, flipping through the reports. The numbers looked solid. “You’re doing great, Clara. Morgana will appreciate this.”Clara gave me a grateful smile, but before she could respond, I felt a hand on my arm—a touch too familiar. I turne
Sophia’s POVLila opened the door slowly, and for a brief moment, the porch light framed a familiar figure. Relief flooded through me when I realized who it was.“Adrian!” I exclaimed, a smile breaking across my face.He stood there with his signature easy grin, dressed in a dark jacket with his hands shoved into the pockets. His eyes met mine briefly before shifting to Lila, softening with concern.“Hey, Sophia,” he greeted warmly. “Glad to know you’re here.”Before I could respond, Lila let out a soft cry and threw her arms around him. Adrian caught her effortlessly, wrapping her in a tight embrace. Her shoulders shook as she buried her face into his chest, and he murmured something soothing into her hair.“It’s good you showed up,” I said gently, stepping back to give them space. “You’re just what she needs right now.”Adrian led Lila inside, still holding her close. She clung to him as though he were a lifeline, her earlier composure crumbling into quiet sobs. It was clear that th