Sophia’s POVMy mind was stuck in that hospital hallway, replaying the scene between Julia and Elijah over and over. By the time I parked and walked into the Italian restaurant, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.I spotted Kayla at our usual corner table, slightly secluded from the rest of the diners. She stood up with a warm smile, and we hugged tightly.“Soph! It’s been too long,” she said, pulling back to look at me. Her smile faltered slightly. “You okay? You don't seem like your usual jolly self.”I waved a hand dismissively, trying to brush off her concern. “It's nothing, really.”Kayla frowned, her eyes narrowing. "I know something's up. Come on, tell me."We sat down, and I took a deep breath, knowing she wouldn’t let it go. “I was at the hospital earlier,” I began, my voice shaking slightly. “Julia was screaming and crying because the doctor told her she might never be able to use her right hand again. Elijah was there comforting her. Then she… she asked him to
Sophia’s POVKayla's mention of Morgana snapped me out of my daze. The dim lighting of the restaurant cast shadows on Kayla’s face, making her look more mysterious. Intrigued, I leaned in closer. “What secret about Morgana?” I asked.Kayla glanced around the restaurant, her eyes scanning the room for any eavesdroppers. Then she leaned in, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial tone. “You know my grandmother lives in Lyon, right? My parents and I went to visit her for a week. While we were there, we spent a lot of time at Place Bellecour, one of the largest open squares in Europe. It's this beautiful, bustling place with a statue of Louis XIV right in the center.”I nodded, urging her to continue. “Yeah, I’ve been there once.” Memories of the picturesque square flashed in my mind, the lively atmosphere and the grandeur of the statue.“One afternoon, while we were at Place Bellecour, I heard this familiar voice that made me turn around. That’s when I saw Morgana walking with a man. She
Sophia’s POVUnlocking the door to my apartment, images of Elijah and Julia at the hospital flashed again through my mind, their raw emotions lingering in my thoughts. What’s more, I kept thinking about Morgana and the conversation she had with that strange man. As I stepped inside, laughter from the living room caught me off guard. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Elijah on the floor, playing with Reese. They were both laughing, completely absorbed in their game. Elijah looked up and smiled warmly. “Hey, Sophia.”I forced a smile, feeling my heart race. “Hi, Elijah.” I then remembered what Kayla had said to me — I needed to face him, to talk this out with him. Besides, I had to get used to the idea of Elijah being around often even if he did marry Julia; after all, he would always be a part of my life because of Reese.Quickly, I turned my attention to Reese, who was beaming with excitement.“Mommy, look! Daddy and I are playing a game!” Reese exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with
Elijah’s POVI stood outside Julia's hospital room, taking a deep breath before entering. My mind raced with thoughts of how to approach her delicately, how to reassure her that I cared deeply for her but only as a sister. It was a conversation I was dreading, especially now with everything she was going through.As I pushed the door open, Julia's cries filled the room. She was inconsolable, her emotions swinging wildly from fear to anger to moments of sweetness. “Julia,” I said softly, approaching her bedside. “I'm here. It's going to be okay.”She looked up at me with tear-streaked cheeks, her eyes filled with a mix of desperation and accusation. “You're tired of me, aren't you? You don't want to take care of me anymore,” she sobbed.“No, Julia, that's not true,” I replied gently, sitting down beside her and taking her hand. “I care about you so much. You're like family to me.”Her expression softened briefly, and she squeezed my hand. “I know you do, Elijah. I'm sorry for being lik
Elijah’s POVI carried the tray of medicine and water to the guest room where Julia was staying. The doctor had discharged her from the hospital that morning, and now she was comfortably settled in my home. I pushed open the door and found her sitting up in bed, her smile bright despite everything she’d been through.“Hey there,” I said, crossing the room to her side. “Time for your medicine.”“Thanks, Elijah,” Julia replied, her voice warm. “I’m feeling much better already.”I handed her the pills and a glass of water. “Here you go. Make sure you take these.”She took the medicine obediently, then handed the glass back to me. I set it on the bedside table and propped up her pillows, ensuring she was comfortable.“How’s that? Comfy enough?” I asked, adjusting the pillows a bit more.“Perfect,” she said, her smile widening. “You’re spoiling me.”“I’m happy to take care of you, Julia. You know that.”She sighed contentedly and leaned back. “The new treatments the doctor mentioned, they
Sophia’s POVThe hospital was quieter than usual today. I held Reese's hand as we walked down the sterile, white hallway toward Dr. Lansing's office. It had only been a few days since they removed my cast, and this follow-up check-up was to ensure everything was healing properly. Reese skipped beside me, her wavy hair bouncing with each step.“Mommy, can I get a chocolate drink after this?” Reese asked, her eyes lighting up as she spotted a vending machine at the end of the hallway.“We'll see, sweetie,” I replied, squeezing her hand gently.Dr. Lansing's check-up was thorough but quick. He reassured me that my arm was healing well and gave me a few exercises to help regain my strength. With a fresh set of instructions and a reminder to schedule another appointment in a few weeks, we were on our way out.As we walked down the now-empty hallway, Reese's attention was caught by the vending machine. She let go of my hand and ran ahead, her small footsteps echoing.“Reese, wait!” I called
Sophia’s POVI took a deep breath before I knocked on the door of Elijah's house. I hadn’t been here many times since our divorce, but today felt even weirder. I knew Julia was staying here, and I wasn't sure what to expect. The door swung open, and the maid, Maria, greeted me with a polite nod.“Good morning, Miss Bennett. Mr. Sinclair is in his office. Please, come in.”“Thank you, Maria,” I said, stepping inside. The house felt different too, colder somehow, and I couldn't shake the feeling of being unwelcome.As I walked toward Elijah's office, I heard the unmistakable sound of Julia's voice. I rounded the corner and there she was, standing in the hallway with her hand still bandaged. Her eyes narrowed as soon as she saw me.“Well, well, if it isn't Sophia Bennett,” Julia sneered. “What are you doing here?”I held up the document I needed Elijah to sign. “I'm here for work, Julia. I need Elijah's signature on this.”Julia scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “You just can
Sophia’s POVI stood in Elijah's spacious living room, unable to believe what was taking place. The luxurious surroundings felt oppressive in the midst of the unfolding chaos.Julia’s sobs echoed against the walls, increasing the tension even more. She’d been holding the document that I’d brought with me because I was supposed to leave already. But because of her antics, she dropped it. Elijah and I instinctively bent over to pick it up at the same time. His fingers brushed mine briefly, sending a jolt through me that I barely registered amid the unfolding drama. My heart beat fast, and I felt disoriented for a little while. “I... I can't... I can't do this!” Julia cried out, her voice trembling with distress. “Sophia, get out of here!” She looked at me in horror, and I didn’t know what to make of it. Elijah moved closer, murmuring something to Julia that I couldn't quite catch over her sobs. He quickly took the documents from my hands, signed them in a hurried motion, and handed
Sophia’s POVA hush of golden light slipped through the curtains, draping the room in warmth and calm. It felt like the kind of morning that only came after surviving the storm.Weeks had passed since the chaos faded, and for once, the quiet didn’t feel temporary—it felt earned. I stirred slowly, eyes drifting open to find Elijah beside me, his hand resting lightly over mine. I studied him in the silence, taking in the softened edges of a man who’d carried us through fire and finally found peace.I leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, and when they focused on me, he smiled sleepily."Morning," he murmured."Morning," I whispered back, letting my fingers trace the line of his jaw. "Can you believe we actually get to wake up like this? No chaos, no danger—just us."He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. "I could get used to this."Just as I was about to say something, the door burst open."Mommy! Daddy!" Reese called out, followed quickly by Roxy an
Elijah’s POVWe weaved through the cracked streets, deeper into a part of the city that felt like time had forgotten it. Boarded-up windows, rusted signage, buildings collapsing in on themselves. This was the kind of place where ghosts lingered, and today, we were chasing one of them."We’re close," Joe muttered from the front seat, his eyes scanning the GPS on his phone. "This is the last possible location that fits Hugo's hideouts."Antoine sat beside me in the back, silent but focused. His jaw was tight, hands clenched. I still didn’t know if I fully trusted him, but I couldn’t deny this: he was here, risking his neck like the rest of us. And right now, I’d take any edge we could get.I have to find Grandpa George. For Sophia.When we pulled up to the burned-out remains of what once looked like a chapel, a chill shot down my spine. The stone structure still stood, half-charred, the wooden beams above blackened and skeletal. Nature had tried to reclaim it—vines curling around scorch
Elijah’s POV“Sophia…”Her name was the only thing in my mind as I stormed through the decaying hallway, boots slamming against rotting wood, gun drawn. My pulse thundered in my ears. The floor creaked beneath every step, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t.Joe and his men fanned out behind me, covering corners, checking every room.We were running out of time.Then—A scream.My heart nearly stopped. It was her.I charged forward, slamming my shoulder into the door at the end of the hall. It burst open—and I saw red.Morgana was on the ground, gasping for air as Hugo’s hand squeezed her throat, and across the room, Sophia was trying to drag herself toward them, her face pale and streaked with tears.“NO!” I shouted, and without hesitation, I raised my gun.Hugo turned just as I fired.The bullet tore through his shoulder. He howled, stumbling back and releasing Morgana, who crumpled to the floor, coughing violently.I crossed the room in three strides and tackled Hugo before he could
Sophia’s POVThe first thing I felt was cold.A biting chill that wrapped around my arms and legs like a second set of restraints. Then came the pressure—tight, scratchy ropes cutting into my wrists. My head pounded like a drum, fog thick behind my eyes. Everything smelled like mildew and dust.My eyes struggled to make sense of the shadows.The room was dim, lit only by a weak bulb overhead that flickered like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to stay on. I was on a metal chair, hands tied behind my back, ankles secured to the legs. The air tasted stale and old, like the walls had been sealed off from the world for decades.Panic bloomed in my chest.My brother Chris. What had become of him?I jerked forward, straining against the ropes. “Chris!” I called, my voice hoarse and raw. “Where is he?!”I noticed some movement in the darkness. A shadow stirred in the corner of the room. I froze as a figure stepped out into the light. Tall. Gray-streaked beard. Sunken eyes like old coals. A d
Sophia’s POV“This is insane,” Elijah muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “We’re relying on Antoine to lead us to Hugo. Does no one else see how crazy that is?”Joe, who had been checking messages on his phone, barely looked up. “We don’t have another choice.”I watched Elijah pace the room, his frustration clear. He wasn’t wrong, but I knew that if there was even the smallest chance of finding Grandpa George, we had to take it.Joe sighed and turned to Antoine. “You sure you can make him bite?”Antoine shrugged. “I know Hugo. He’s a cockroach—he won’t go down without a fight. But if he thinks his last hiding spot is compromised, he’ll make a move. That’s when we strike.”Elijah muttered something under his breath, but I didn’t catch it. Joe’s phone buzzed. As he studied the screen, he said, “We got something. Two possible locations.”Elijah straightened. “Then let’s move.”They all hurried out, and I had the sudden, overwhelming urge to call Elijah back—to make sure he’d pick up
Sophia’s POVMy mother sat on the couch, clutching Grandma Evelyn’s hands, trying to calm her down. My father stood near the window, staring out into the darkness, his face pale and unreadable.Chris and Connor were huddled over a laptop at the dining table, analyzing security footage.Joe was already there, speaking into his phone, barking orders to his contacts.But no one had any answers yet.And Grandpa George was still missing.I turned to my grandmother, kneeling in front of her. “Grandma—did you see anything? Anyone suspicious? A car, a stranger?”Her red-rimmed eyes filled with fresh tears as she shook her head. “No… nothing. I don’t know how this happened.” Her voice broke. “George was just in his study… and then he was gone.”Elijah placed a hand on my shoulder, grounding me, but I could feel the rage simmering beneath his calm exterior. He wasn’t just worried—he was furiousJust then, Chris snapped his fingers at the screen. “We’ve got something.”Connor turned the laptop t
Sophia’s POVWe had been trying to track down both Antoine and Hugo, but they had vanished like ghosts.No leads. No sightings. Nothing.Lucas had called me earlier, still searching, still digging. Even Elijah and his contacts have been working doubly hard. But so far, they’d come up empty too. It was frustrating—knowing the danger was out there, lurking, waiting for the right moment to strike.But tonight…Tonight, we weren’t going to think about it.Tonight, we were here to celebrate.After all, Lila and Adrian’s joint concert was finally happening. This was their moment, their dream unfolding before them.And for the first time in what felt like forever, we were all together, enjoying something good.Kayla was everywhere at once, her headset on, clipboard in hand, barking last-minute instructions into her earpiece. She was stressed, frantic… but glowing. Even though there could have been other people to take care of all this from her company, she wanted to be in charge, to personal
Emily’s POV“Walk away, Hugo,” Antoine said sharply, stepping in front of us as if to shield us from the strange man.The name triggered a memory.Chris had mentioned it just yesterday—Hugo Tournier. Suddenly, I remembered. It’s the name Sophia and Elijah had been trying to track down. The man who had supposedly changed Sophia’s life forever.And now he’s here. Why?!My hands instinctively balled up as my heart slammed against my ribs. Could this really be the same man?Hugo’s expression darkened with satisfaction as he took another step, exuding an air of quiet arrogance.“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice smooth but laced with something sinister. “You’re not as fun outside of prison, Antoine.”Phoebe’s grip on my wrist tightened. “Emily, let’s go,” she muttered under her breath.I wanted to. Every instinct screamed at me to turn and leave. But I couldn’t—not yet.Hugo came forward, his eyes staring straight at me. He gave a low chuckle, mocking. “It’s interesting to meet Sabrina Ba
Emily’s POVI refused to flinch. Even as Antoine stood in front of me, blocking my way, I forced my body to stay still, to stay firm.I squared my shoulders, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. “Move.”Antoine didn’t budge. His gaze shifted between me and Phoebe, like he wasn’t sure if I’d actually listen or turn and run.“I’m not here to fight,” he said, his voice calm. “I just want to talk.”Phoebe’s grip on my arm tightened, and her anger was immediate, sharp.“Oh, hell no,” she snapped. “What are you even doing here? Haven’t you caused enough trouble?”I inhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay calm. I wasn’t going to let him see me feeling nervous or affected by him. Antoine exhaled, his face unreadable. “I just wanted to talk.”Phoebe laughed coldly. “Talk? You took Jared, Antoine. Without permission. Do you have any idea what you put us through?”“I know,” he admitted. “I made a mistake.”Phoebe scoffed. “A mistake?”I stepped forward, my gaze hardening. “Please, Antoine.