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 POVI stood frozen, unable to mask the shock that must have been written all over my face. Morgana’s words echoed in my mind: Elijah and Julia getting married. It felt like someone had just dropped a bucket of ice water over me.Elijah told me he’s going to talk to Julia about this, I thought, remembering what he’d told me before. He intends to fix this because he doesn’t want to marry her at all. But how can he do that when Julia isn’t even in her right mind right now?Aloud I said, “Elijah cares a lot about Julia, but I don’t believe he’s going to marry her. He feels guilty for what happened, and he feels sorry for her. But that shouldn’t be a reason to marry someone.”Morgana raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk that made my skin crawl. “Well, suit yourself. Keep fooling yourself all you want, Sophia, but it’s not going to make the wedding go away. It will happen soon, just wait and see.”I felt a surge of alarm but forced myself to remain composed. “It doesn’t
Sophia’s POVThe following day, Henry arrived at our Urban Next office right on time, his tall frame silhouetted against the glass doors. I stood up from my desk as he entered, offering him a polite smile.“It's good to see you again, Sophia,” he said, his voice smooth but with an edge that made me uneasy.“Same here, Henry,” I replied, trying to match his cordial tone. Inside, I couldn't shake the suspicion that something about him didn't quite feel right. There was an air of secrecy about him that set my instincts on edge.Henry settled into the chair opposite mine, placing a thick folder on my desk. “I've got an exciting project to discuss with you, as I’m sure Trevis has already mentioned,” he began, opening the folder to reveal a series of detailed blueprints and some rough concept sketches. “My company is developing an upscale residential and commercial hub. It will feature high-end residential units, state-of-the-art office spaces, upscale retail outlets, and recreational faci
Sophia’s POVI walked into the cozy little restaurant, my heels clicking on the wooden floor, and scanned the room for Daniel. I spotted him at a corner table, waving enthusiastically. His bright smile and relaxed demeanor instantly put me at ease.“Sophia! Over here!” he called out, standing up to greet me.I made my way over, smiling back. “Hey, Daniel! Thanks for inviting me.”“Of course,” he said, pulling out a chair for me. “How was your day?”“Busy, as usual. But I’m glad to be here. This place is charming,” I replied, glancing around at the warm lighting and rustic decor.“Yeah, it’s one of my favorites. They have great food, too,” he said, sitting down across from me. “So, what’s new with you?”“Well, I have a bit of news,” I started, leaning in slightly. “I met with Henry Standord today. He’s Julia’s brother from her adoptive family... Anyway, we talked about his project, and I wanted to know if your project with Urban Next is still pushing through.”Daniel’s eyes lit up with
Elijah’s POVI walked alongside Julia as we entered the hospital to visit her doctor and physical therapist. She seemed tense, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her purse. Her injury from the accident was healing, but the emotional toll lingered.“How are you feeling?” I asked, trying to ease the tension.Julia gave a weak smile. “I'll be okay. Just anxious about these tests.”I was glad that she seemed to be in a better mood today. Even throughout the tests and therapy sessions, she appeared to be normal. Maybe she was on her way to fully recovering. “We should visit Grandma Evelyn,” she even said afterwards. “Are you sure you don’t want to go home yet and rest?” I asked her. She shook her head. “No, I want to check on Grandma Evelyn. She ought to wake up soon from her coma.” She began to look distressed, which also worried me. It’s been a long time that Evelyn hasn’t woken up since her accident at the construction site. We made our way to the familiar hallway where Evelyn
Elijah’s POVMrs. Baker looked shocked at my answer. Then her expression turned to disappointment. It tore at my insides, knowing that she was just doing this too for the sake of her daughter. But I can’t lie to her, to Julia, or to myself. Julia’s face crumpled as if my refusal had physically struck her. “I don’t have to marry anyone!” she cried out, her voice trembling. “I can’t do anything right now anyway. I’m no use to anyone, and I’ll just be a disgrace!”“Julia, that’s not what —” I began to say. But she wouldn’t listen to me. “No!” she cried out. “You’re right in refusing because I won’t make a good wife. I’m helpless and useless now.” She began to sob, her shoulders racking uncontrollably. Mrs. Baker reached out to console her, but Julia shook her off and hastily walked away, her tears glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights.“Julia, wait!” I called after her, quickly mumbling an apology to Mrs. Baker before rushing to catch up. “Julia, please, let me explain.”She
Sophia’s POVElijah’s silence pressed down on me like a physical force, heavier than the comforter I was clutching. I lay on my side, my back turned to him, staring into the darkness. My heart felt raw, aching with the knowledge that I’d hurt the one person who meant everything to me.He wasn’t asleep—I knew him well enough to sense that. And knowing he was lying there, just as restless as I was, made the ache in my chest even worse.I couldn’t take it anymore.“Elijah,” I whispered. Turning slowly, I faced him, my eyes adjusting to the faint light filtering through the curtains. His back was still to me, but I reached out tentatively, my fingers brushing against his shoulder. “Please,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I can’t stand this distance between us.”For a moment, he didn’t move, and I thought he might ignore me. But then, he rolled over, his face etched with both exhaustion and pain. His eyes met mine, and the sight of his hurt broke me.“I’m sorry,” I said, tears pooling i
Sophia’s POVAs I stepped out of the bathroom, the cool silk of my nightgown brushing against my legs, I immediately noticed Elijah standing near the bed, his back to me. His posture was rigid, his head slightly tilted as he studied something in his hands. My breath caught when I realized what it was.The chocolate wrapper.My heart sank as I recognized it instantly. I’d completely forgotten about it after stashing it away. How had it ended up here?“Elijah?” I said hesitantly, my voice quieter than I intended.He turned, his face calm but his eyes sharp, like he was holding back a storm. He held up the wrapper. “Where did this come from?”I froze, my mind racing. “I—”“I found it in Reese’s bag,” he said evenly, cutting me off. His tone wasn’t accusatory, but there was an edge to it that made my stomach churn.For a split second, I considered lying, brushing it off as something our daughter must have gotten from a classmate or a friend. But the look in Elijah’s eyes stopped me. He d
Elijah’s POVI sank into the couch, remote still in hand, as the credits of some late-night documentary rolled across the screen. The faint hum of the television was lulling me into that in-between state of wakefulness and sleep when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. The name Camille lit up the screen.Frowning, I picked it up. “Hello?”“Elijah,” came her voice, slightly slurred, accompanied by background noise—music, chatter, the unmistakable din of a party still in full swing. “Hey... I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”“No,” I said cautiously, sitting up straighter. “Are you okay? You sound... off.”She let out a soft laugh that sent warning bells ringing in my head. “Just had a little too much fun tonight, that’s all. I’m about to leave the party.”“You shouldn’t drive,” I said immediately. “Find someone sober to take you home or call a ride. Seriously.”“Oh, so protective,” she teased, her words laced with flirtation. “I’m so flattered you care.”“Camille,” I said firmly,
Sophia’s POVI sipped from my glass of champagne, the bubbles fizzing on my tongue and giving me a fleeting sense of lightness. Kayla’s concerned voice cut through the haze.“Are you okay? That’s your third glass already,” she said, a shadow of worry crossing her face as she moved closer.I waved her off with a forced smile. “I’m fine. Really. I’m just so... happy. The event was a huge success. We deserve this, don’t you think?”Kayla hesitated, her gaze scanning my face. “Yeah, but don’t go overboard. You’ve got a family waiting for you at home.”“Elijah went ahead,” I said quickly, my tone dismissive. “He’s tired.”Her eyes narrowed slightly, like she wanted to press further, but Connor appeared beside her, sliding an arm around her waist. The moment passed as she turned her attention to him, and I took the opportunity to slip away into the crowd.The bass thumped through the speakers, reverberating in my chest as I joined a group of familiar faces on the dance floor. The alcohol co
Sophia’s POVThe energy of the fashion show was electric. The applause was thunderous as the models made their final walk down the runway in Emily’s stunning tribute collection. Kayla and I stood near the stage, watching as the curtains closed on months of hard work.“We did it,” Kayla whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She squeezed my hand tightly, her smile brighter than the spotlights above.I nodded, unable to suppress the overwhelming joy bubbling inside me. “We really did. It’s perfect, Kayla.”The after-party was in full swing now, a celebration of what we had pulled off. Everyone seemed to be riding the high of the evening. Elijah had surprised me earlier with a bouquet of my favorite flowers, a sweet and thoughtful gesture that made my heart swell. His warm kiss on my cheek and whispered, “I’m so proud of you,” had been the cherry on top of a perfect night.But now, as I moved through the crowd, my excitement dulled slightly. I couldn’t find him.“Elijah?” I called
Sophia’s POV"Kayla, can you double-check the lighting cues for the finale?" I asked, glancing at the stage where models were gliding down the runway, their movements rehearsed to perfection.Kayla, clipboard in hand, barely glanced up. "Already done. Now spill. How was the night with Lucas?"My heart jumped, the question catching me off guard. I kept my tone breezy as I adjusted a hemline on one of the dresses. "Oh, it was fine. We caught a movie and grabbed dinner. Nothing special."Kayla lowered the clipboard and arched a brow. "Uh-huh. And where was Luana during all of this?"I busied myself with the dress, my hands suddenly fidgety. "She... got caught up with something at home. A repair, I think. She couldn’t make it."Kayla’s lips parted in mock surprise as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Wait. Are you telling me you and Lucas—alone—watched a movie and had dinner together? No Luana? Just the two of you?""Shh!" I hissed, glancing nervously around the backsta
Elijah’s POV“All the permits and licenses are in order,” Victoria began, her tone suddenly professional again as her eyes scanned the screen. I felt relieved. “But I’ll double-check the fire safety certifications and food handling records to make sure we’re fully covered.”“Good,” I replied, keeping my tone brisk. “I’ll work on connecting with a few experts to get additional certifications if necessary. It won’t hurt to go above and beyond for now.”She nodded, typing something into her device. “That’s a smart move. It’ll help to counter any claims before they gain traction.”As she spoke, she reached across the desk to grab her pen, her fingers brushing mine. I pulled my hand back instinctively, but she barely seemed to notice—or pretended not to.“Sorry,” she murmured with a faint smile, her eyes briefly flicking to mine before returning to her tablet.I shifted in my seat, brushing it off as an accident until, moments later, she reached up to unclip her hair. The cascading strands
Elijah’s POVI walked into Bella Sera, happy to see that it was packed with guests at this time in the afternoon. Fresh from closing a successful business deal, I was in a good mood, but there was a nagging concern for Morgana at the back of my mind. It was why I’d decided to stop by the cafe—to check in and see how she was holding up after she’d left me a series of frantic voicemails.Since I didn’t see her in the dining area, I went straight to her office. The door was ajar, and I could already feel the tension and anger leaking through it. I found Morgana pacing like a caged lioness, her hands gesturing wildly as she muttered to herself. The sight reminded me of the old Morgana— my stepmother who never minced her words or held back when someone crossed her.“I cannot believe this! The audacity, the gall!” she ranted, slamming a folder onto the desk. “This is a targeted attack, Elijah. It has to be. Who else would stoop this low?”“Morgana,” I greeted cautiously, stepping inside. “
Adrian’s POVThe Roosevelt mansion came into view as the car eased into the circular driveway, its stately facade bathed in the setting sun. Growing up here, I’d long since grown accustomed to its grandeur—the towering columns, the meticulously trimmed hedges, the way it seemed to command attention. Yet tonight, I barely noticed it. My thoughts were entirely on the woman sitting beside me, her fingers absently toying with her bracelet. “Relax,” I said, throwing her a reassuring smile. “My father’s not as intimidating as he looks. He’s actually… well, decent these days.”Lila gave me a skeptical glance. “Decent? I’ve read about your family, Adrian. You’re practically royalty in this country.”I laughed at her dramatic tone. “You’ll be fine. Trust me.”“Tell me again why you’re bringing me to see him?” she asked as we both stepped out of the car. Laughing, I simply answered, “You’ll find out soon enough.” One of the staff greeted us and led us inside. The interior was just as imposin