Sophia’s POV As Trevis sat across from me in a small office near the exhibit hall, his eyes keen with interest, I felt a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness. This interview was my chance to secure an internship at his prestigious interior design studio, and I was determined to make a good impression. “So, Sophia,” he began, flipping through my portfolio, “what inspired you to pursue a career in interior design?” I smiled, feeling a rush of passion for my craft. “I've always been fascinated by the way spaces can evoke emotions and enhance experiences. I believe that thoughtful design can truly improve people's lives, and I want to be a part of creating those meaningful spaces.” Trevis nodded, clearly impressed. “And how do you approach a new design project?” I explained my process, emphasizing the importance of understanding the client's needs and vision while incorporating elements of functionality and aesthetics. Trevis seemed pleased with my response, nodding along as I
Elijah’s POV As I entered the dimly lit bar, the slap mark burning on my cheek, I spotted my friend Trevis at the far end of the counter, starting the drinking without me. When he caught sight of me, he waved with a grin, looking cheerful and apparently not noticing the mark on my face. “Hey,” I greeted, sliding into the seat next to him. Trevis glanced up, and that’s when I saw the shock registering on his face. “What happened to you?” I shrugged, trying to play it off. “Just a little misunderstanding.” “Who did it?” Trevis asked, concern lacing his voice as he leaned in closer. I hesitated, remaining quiet. The bartender approached me, asking for my order. “I’ll have a whiskey neat.” “Coming right up,” the bartender replied, quickly preparing my drink. Trevis continued to look at me curiously. He could tell at once that something was up, and he seemed to stifle his amusement at the way I was reacting. I sighed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “Long story
Elijah’s POV I shook my head, not wanting to delve into any more details about Sabrina or Julia. The rest of the night, my conversation with Trevis was distracted. "Hey, man, you seem really off tonight. Everything okay?" Trevis asked with concern. I sighed, swirling the drink in my glass. “I don't know, Trevis. Just a lot of stuff on my mind.” “Emotional stuff?” he probed, raising an eyebrow. “Something to do with that slap mark on your cheek, perhaps?” He was making it light, but I knew that he was becoming greatly concerned because I’d never been like this around him. “Because I don’t think it’s work-related,” Trevis added. He was really quite perceptive. “You’re never like this when it’s about business. You would have tackled it head-on already.” I shrugged, finishing my drink again and signaling to the bartender for a refill. I denied any issues but found myself drinking glass after glass, trying to numb everything that was bothering me. As Trevis pulled out his cell p
Sophia’s POVI woke up with a start, my body tense. I had just drifted into a light sleep when the knock on the door jolted me awake. I glanced at the clock — past midnight.For a moment, I lay still, listening intently, trying to make sense of the late-night disturbance. Burglar? Visitor? Or just a mistake?I grabbed my phone, its soft glow illuminating the dark room, and dialed the police’s number. But I didn’t tap on the call button yet. Slowly I tiptoed to the door, my heart pounding. The knock came again, louder this time, echoing through the silent apartment. I hesitated, unsure whether to answer. But a burglar wouldn't knock, right? I looked through the peephole and saw the man standing there outside my door. “Elijah!” I gasped in surprise. What the hell is he doing here again, and at this time of the night?!Taking a few deep breaths, I was about to walk away and go back to sleep when I heard him call my name. For a while, I’d wanted to pretend it was just some bad dream. But
Serena’s POVRrriiiinnngggg!I woke up with a start. For a while, I thought it was morning already. But it was still dark outside. It’s almost 3 am. Who the hell could be calling me? The number was unfamiliar. I answered it, anyway. “Hello?” I said in a sleepy voice, sitting up on my hotel bed. “Hi,” a low male voice greeted. “I’m so sorry to call you at this hour. My name is Trevis, and I’m a friend of Elijah’s. I got your number from his assistant Connor.”“Oh, okay…” “Listen, Serena, I was just wondering if you know whether Elijah got back to your hotel already?” He sounded worried. “It’s just that we were together earlier and I noticed that his mood was a little off. He wasn’t his usual self, and I’m just a bit worried about him.”I had already climbed off the bed and put on my slippers. “Let me check,” I told Trevis. “Hold on.” I quickly went to the room beside mine and knocked several times on the door. There was no answer. “He just suddenly took off while we were at the bar
Elijah’s POVMy eyes widened in alarm. I felt my heart plummeting to the ground just as I heard my breaths coming in short and raspy. “Don’t you remember what you said last night, Elijah?” Serena asked, looking anxious. “I, uh…” My mind was a complete blank. I was so drunk last night that I couldn’t remember what had happened when I went to Sophia’s apartment. But I was pretty sure that we hadn’t talked about anything of that sort. “I don’t remember, but I know that Sophia would never do something like that. If she really said it, then she was probably just making it up or exaggerating to drive me away!”“Well, it didn’t seem like it,” Serena responded casually. “I don’t think a woman can joke about something like that. And you know that Sophia’s not the type to drop empty threats. Besides, she already lost her baby once so perhaps it doesn’t really matter to her anymore, especially if it’s your child.”Her words made my heart ache. It made me remember how Sophia and I met at the uni
Elijah’s POV It was Chris Baker who had sent me the message. Surprisingly, I found myself hanging out with him and Trevis at the bar on the ground floor of my Paris hotel. “You don’t waste any time, do you?” Trevis said to Chris, chuckling and shaking his head in disbelief at the same time. “Wait, why did you suddenly come here, anyway?” I wondered with great curiosity and confusion. “I told him about that girl Julia who resembled his sister Sabrina so much,” Trevis answered for Chris. “Remember I also mentioned her to you? She has started her internship at my studio.” “Oh, that girl,” I said dismissively. I had no intention of even meeting her because I just felt like it was far-fetched to consider she could really be Sabrina after all these years. Meanwhile, Chris was visibly excited, his eyes shining with anticipation. “I can't believe it, Trevis. If this is true, we might finally find Sabrina after all these years,” he exclaimed, taking a sip of his drink. Trevis looked
Elijah, I always thought we’d see the Eiffel Tower together… Without any warning, the thought just popped into my head — an idea that he and I had mentioned during our very first casual date. As I sat in front of my apartment window, I gazed up at the Eiffel Tower looming majestically in the distance, my mind wandering once again to memories of my ex-husband. “Is that your painting?” he’d asked me upon approaching me after class way back during our college days. His eyes were glimmering as he glanced at the Eiffel Tower artwork that peeked out from the folder I was holding. “Uh, yes.”“Have you been to Paris?” I shook my head. “Not yet, but I would love to visit someday. Or perhaps even study and work there.”“I know a coffee shop nearby that has a beautiful mural of Paris…” he’d said. And that afternoon, the two of us got to know each other for the first time. And that was when I first told him that I was allergic to coffee, so he bought a chocolate drink for me instead. I forc
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
Sophia’s POV“We should’ve gone to see Morgana sooner,” I said softly as Elijah and I drove to his stepmother’s house. “Lila says she’s not herself. Refusing to leave the house? That’s really not like her.”“She’s probably overwhelmed,” Elijah replied. “Lennon’s disappearance, the uncertainty… it’s a lot. But we’ll get through to her.”I nodded, staring out at the rain-speckled window. “She’s always been so strong. A fighter, you know? It’s hard to imagine her like this.”“She’s human,” Elijah said with understanding and concern. “Even the strongest people have their breaking points.”For a moment, we were quiet again. Then my mind drifted back to the preschool show we had recently attended, to the moment Victoria had dropped that prison visitor’s log.“Elijah,” I began, my tone tentative.“Hmm?” he murmured, glancing at me briefly before focusing back on the road.“I didn’t tell you everything about what happened at the preschool.”His eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Go on.”“Victoria d
Chris’s POV“How do we even know we can trust them?” a gruff voice broke through the murmurs. It belonged to Alain, one of Luc’s more skeptical allies, his thick arms crossed tightly over his chest. “This Arcane Network—how do we know they won’t just use us and leave us out to dry?”A ripple of agreement moved through the room, a few others nodding or muttering under their breath. The air was charged, heavy with tension and doubt.Étienne straightened in his chair, his sharp gaze slicing through the dissent. “Because they have as much to lose as we do,” he said firmly. “They’ve been tracking Les Ombres Écarlates for years, and they’ve suffered their own losses to the mob. We have a shared enemy. This partnership makes sense.”“They could still double-cross us,” Alain pressed, his voice tight with suspicion. “What if this is a trap?”Before Étienne could respond, I leaned forward, my hands resting on the table. “I understand the hesitation,” I began, my voice steady but loud enough to
Chris’s POVThe narrow dirt road twisted and turned as Luc drove us deeper into the countryside. Rows of grapevines stretched across the landscape, their gnarled roots anchored in the fertile soil. Everything was so beautiful I almost forgot why we were here. Luc pulled the car to a stop in front of a sprawling stone estate, its rustic charm blending seamlessly with the idyllic surroundings. The sound of birds chirping and the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze felt like a balm after the chaos we’d endured.“Welcome to La Vigne Tranquille,” Luc said, stepping out and motioning for us to follow. “The perfect place to disappear.”Emily and I exchanged a glance before climbing out of the car. The cool, fresh air was invigorating, a stark contrast to the cramped and suffocating spaces we’d hidden in before.“This place is owned by Étienne and Colette Moreau,” Luc explained as we approached the house. “On the surface, they’re just a charming couple running a successful vineyard. But ben