Sophia’s POVAs the performance came to a close, the crowd erupted in applause, and Lila took her final bow on stage. She was instantly swarmed by media people, their cameras flashing and microphones thrusting toward her. Everyone was obviously caught up in the high energy, and the air was just electrified with the eager chatter, laughter, and screams of delight and excitement. Kayla quickly moved into action, stepping through the crowd to assist Lila and help manage the press. “I’ll be back,” she said to me and Connor, her voice hurried but firm. “Just keep an eye on things until I get back.”Connor nodded, his gaze also shifting toward Morgana. “Be careful, Kayla.”As Kayla moved off to join Lila, I found myself increasingly troubled. The sight of Morgana hovering in the background, combined with the chaotic energy of the media, left me on edge. I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was about to go wrong.Suddenly, a voice interrupted my thoughts. “She’s so beautiful and
Elijah’s POVThe morning after the launch party, I stood in the middle of a hectic conference room, teeming with various conversations and the flashing lights of cameras. Media personnel and industry professionals had come together for Lila’s press conference.As I waited for it to start, my mind wandered back to last night. Morgana had been insistent on confronting Lila and her dad, who had both apparently turned their backs on her already. It was a good thing Sophia and I were able to stop her in time and force her to head out and not cause any trouble — for her daughter’s sake. After that, we went over to talk to Lila’s father in order to gather some information about Henry. But then, he seemed to have vanished without a trace. Lila told us he had to leave early and handed over his contact number, promising we could set up a meeting before he returned to France. Now, as I glanced around the room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that time was slipping through our fingers. What if Hen
Sophia’s POVThe press conference was winding down, and I still hadn’t seen Elijah. I glanced around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. I needed to tell him how well this turned out, thanks to him.Lila was on stage, wrapping up the final words of her speech. She looked composed, professional, and every inch the star she was meant to be. Her unique beauty and magnetic appeal captivated the audience.“Music has always been my passion, my way of connecting with the world,” Lila said, her voice steady and sincere. “I am thrilled to share this journey with all of you.”Her launch as a new singer had been a resounding success. Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder what she really knew about Henry's whereabouts. We would find out soon enough.As the applause died down, Kayla, representing Raven Media, joined Lila on stage for some photos. Cameras flashed, capturing the moment. Kayla looked radiant, her confidence palpable. I gave her a thumbs-up, which she returned with a quick smile.Th
Julia’s POVThe metal bars felt colder today, or maybe it was just my imagination. The days had blurred into an endless cycle of waiting and hoping, but today was different. My lawyer had stopped visiting me. The realization struck me like a sledgehammer, and my heart ached with the weight of it.I gripped the rough edges of my cot, trying hard not to fall apart completely. Why had he abandoned me? What had changed? My mind churned with possibilities, none of them comforting.It was during one of these spirals that the police officer walked by, his keys jangling at his belt. I called out to him, my voice trembling. “Officer, do you know why my lawyer hasn’t come to see me?”He stopped, his expression indifferent. “Your parents probably stopped paying him. The government might just assign you a new lawyer.”His words cut through me like a knife. My parents had abandoned me too? The people who were supposed to stand by me, to fight for me, had given up. I felt a surge of anger and betra
Elijah’s POVI walked into the TV network studio and immediately scanned the area, my eyes settling on the door to the set where Lila was wrapping up her guest appearance. My heart pounded with anticipation. This conversation had been a long time coming.The door opened, and Lila emerged, looking as poised as ever in her stylish outfit. Her eyes widened when she saw me, a flicker of surprise—and was it nervousness?—crossing her face. I stepped forward, forcing a smile.“Hey, Lila,” I greeted her. “How did it go?”She composed herself quickly, offering me a bright smile. “Elijah, hi! It went well. Everyone was warm and friendly. The public loves me, or so they say.”I nodded, not entirely convinced by her easy demeanor. “That's good to hear. But we need to talk, as you promised.”Her smile faltered slightly, but she nodded. “Yeah, we do. There's a cafe nearby. Let's go there.”We walked in silence to the cafe, the bustling city sounds filling the void between us. The cafe was cozy, a s
Sophia’s POVI pulled up to Grandma Evelyn's house, not knowing how to feel. Reese sat in the back seat, humming a tune from her recent piano lesson. I took a deep breath and turned off the engine, my fingers lingering on the key.Grandma Evelyn had been calling me almost every day, asking me to visit and bring Reese. Knowing now that I was her real, biological granddaughter—the real Sabrina—made everything feel awkward and weird. But I knew I had to face it eventually. Besides, Evelyn and her husband George had always been good and welcoming to me.“Ready, Reese?” I asked, turning to my daughter.“Yep!” she chirped, bouncing in her seat.We walked up the path to the house, and I rang the doorbell. Moments later, Grandpa George opened the door with a warm smile.“Sophia, Reese, come on in,” he greeted us, stepping aside to let us enter.“Hi, Grandpa George!” Reese exclaimed, giving him a big hug.“Hello, sweetheart,” he chuckled, patting her back. “Evelyn's in the living room.”We mad
Sophia’s POVEvelyn’s room was quiet and peaceful, the sound of the piano drifting in from the next room where Reese and Grandpa George were still playing. I carefully helped Evelyn from her wheelchair to the bed, making sure she was comfortable before moving into the chair beside her.“Thank you, Sophia,” Evelyn said as she adjusted her pillow. Her eyes, though tired, still held that familiar sparkle.“It's no trouble at all, Grandma Evelyn,” I replied, smoothing the covers around her.She reached out and took my hand gently. “How are you really doing these days?”I took a deep breath, glancing toward the door where the sounds of Reese's laughter and the piano notes blended harmoniously. “Work is good. I have plenty of projects keeping me busy.”Evelyn nodded, her expression thoughtful. “And what about matters of the heart?”I hesitated for a moment, thinking hard about her question and feeling my emotions reacting to it. “Well, it's complicated,” I began, finding it oddly comforting
Sophia’s POVI heard Chris’s voice coming from the hallway. “Sophia, are you in here?”I turned toward the doorway, and there he was, poking his head into the room. His eyes took in the scene—Grandma Evelyn lying on the bed with me seated beside her, and Reese's happy laughter filling the space.His smile was meaningful, a mixture of relief, joy, and something else that pulled at my heartstrings. "Hey there," I greeted him warmly, trying to understand the look on his face.“Sophia,” he replied, his voice filled with a warmth I hadn’t heard before. He stepped into the room, and to my surprise, he came over and gave me a quick embrace. My heart beat fast, wondering why he was being like this. He was always friendly but never this way. He pulled back, and I searched his face for answers, but he turned to Grandma Evelyn instead. His expression softened as he looked at her, and he said, “You were right all along.”We all looked puzzled, exchanging glances. Chris continued, his voice trem
Sophia’s POVThe warm scent of baked rosemary chicken and freshly baked bread greeted me as I stepped into Phoebe’s cozy apartment, immediately putting me at ease. Roxy and Jared scurried ahead, their laughter bouncing off the walls. Reese was the first to greet them, her face lighting up as she jumped up from the playmat in the corner.“Mommy!” Reese ran over, wrapping her arms around me in a quick hug before joining her siblings. “We’re playing house! Jared is the baby!”I laughed, kissing the top of her head. “You all behave, alright? And no bossing Jared around too much, Reese.”Kayla emerged from the small kitchen, balancing baby Asha on her hip. Her warm smile widened when she saw me. “Sophia! Finally. I was starting to think you’d gotten stuck in another snowstorm.”“Trust me, I almost did,” I said, exhaling as I set down my bag. “Thanks for picking up Reese. You’re a lifesaver.”“No problem,” Kayla replied, adjusting Asha in her arms. “You know I love spending time with your l
Sophia’s POVAs I stepped into my car, the cold leather seats sent a sharp chill through me. The afternoon sun, shy but persistent, peeked through scattered clouds, bathing the pristine snow in a gentle radiance. Thankfully, the blizzard had blown over quickly, and the roads were clear enough to navigate. It was the kind of crisp day that made the world feel brand new, but my thoughts were far from fresh.Lucas stood near the entrance of the ski resort, his hands shoved into his coat pockets. He waved, a warm smile on his face as I rolled down my window.“Thanks for coming, Sabrina,” he called, his voice carrying easily in the still air. I forced a polite smile, not knowing how to feel about him still calling me Sabrina up to now, especially after what I'd just discovered about my childhood. “Thanks, Lucas. The resort has so much potential. I’ll send over the updated designs soon.”“I’m looking forward to it,” he said, stepping back. “Drive safe. Roads might still be icy in some spot
Emily’s POVThe biting cold wrapped around me like a vice as the forest settled into an eerie stillness. The sounds of the chase from the night before had faded, but they seemed to continue echoing in my head. My legs ached, my hands were raw, and my breath fogged in the frigid air as I stumbled forward, searching for something—anything—that could serve as a refuge.It’s getting late. I have to find shelter first. The darkness was suffocating, but then, faintly, through the trees, I saw a glimmer of light. My heart leaped as I cautiously approached, praying it wasn’t a trap. What I found instead was a small, dilapidated hunting shack, nearly swallowed by the forest. Its wooden walls were warped, the roof sagging in places, but it was shelter. For now, it was enough.Inside, the air was stale and cold, but at least it shielded me from the howling wind. I found a dusty lantern and managed to light it with trembling hands, its soft glow pushing back the shadows. There was an old cot in
Sophia’s POVThe memory hung in my mind like a shadow, vivid and unsettling. Lucas’s voice—the one I had heard in my dream, the one calling for Sabrina—now felt too real to dismiss as just a fragment of my imagination.I tried to focus on the snow, its mesmerizing dance beyond the glass, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing.And then Lucas stepped closer, his presence pulling me from my turmoil. His eyes searched mine. “What are you remembering?” he asked carefully. I turned to face him fully, my heart thundering in my chest. “It’s… hard to explain,” I began, forcing the words out through the lump in my throat. “I had a dream—a nightmare, really—about when I got lost in the snowstorm as a child. I mean, I already know that it was Morgana who actually left me behind because she’d met with her lover then. But now…”Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “Now what?”“Well, in my dream, I thought I heard Elijah calling my name. He’d been there with his family too, so…”Lucas’s expression tightened, but he s
Sophia’s POVThe view outside the window was breathtaking—snow-dusted hills stretching endlessly under a pale blue sky. The cozy lounge, with its crackling fire and soft golden lighting, felt like the perfect setting for a romantic moment. It should have been calming, but my mind was anything but calm.That photo of Elijah and Victoria burned in my memory. Her sitting so close to him, their laughter captured at just the right moment. It made my chest tighten with anger and something I didn’t want to name—jealousy. The thought alone made me queasy, but it also left me vulnerable. Vulnerable to Lucas.I glanced at him. He stood just a few feet away, his expression soft but intent, watching me like I was the only person in the world. His confession still echoed in my ears, and I couldn’t deny the pull of the moment. It was too perfect, too charged. For a brief, fleeting second, I let myself wonder what it would feel like to bask in his affection, to let myself be swept up in something s
Elijah’s POVThe silence in my office was deafening. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the half-empty coffee cup on my desk. The bitterness clung to my tongue, a reminder of the recent situation in my marriage. Oh, Sophia. What’s happening to us?She’d been consuming my every thought lately. And not in the way she used to. Not with warmth or laughter, but with cold uncertainty. We hadn’t spoken properly since I sent her those flowers. It was my way of saying: I still care about you. She’d thanked me, of course, but there was no follow-up. No deep conversation. I really miss her. God knows how much I miss my wife. We used to talk about everything. The kids. Work. The stupid little things that made up our days. Now? She was busy. Always busy. Late nights at the office. Early mornings. And when she was home, she was either buried in her laptop or tiptoeing around me like I was made of glass. And it wasn’t just work. It was that damn Lucas who found a way to be with her more. Just
Sophia’s POVThe image of Elijah and Victoria stayed with me, eating away at my thoughts like an unyielding tempest. They looked so comfortable together, so... familiar. It wasn’t just Victoria’s presence that unnerved me—it was the way Elijah seemed to let her get close. Is he falling for her? No. No, it’s impossible. But the seed of doubt had been planted, and it was growing faster than I could contain it.We need to talk. Soon. Heart to heart, I resolved, my chest tightening as I fought back a surge of emotion. The silence of the room around me only made the ache sharper, more vivid.Just then, Lucas’s footsteps broke through the quiet, and I quickly pushed my phone back into my pocket. He entered the lounge with a tray balanced in his hands, two mugs of steaming hot chocolate sending up tendrils of inviting warmth.The image of Elijah and Victoria lingered in my mind, gnawing at my thoughts like a relentless storm. They looked so comfortable together, so... familiar. It wasn’t j
Sophia’s POV“Lucas,” I called out, stepping onto the cobblestone path that led to the resort’s grand, albeit faded, entrance. “You’ve got a prime location here.”He emerged from the double doors, his familiar grin warm against the chilly mountain air. “Sophia, welcome. How was the drive up?”“Long,” I admitted, adjusting my scarf as the wind tugged at it. I was bundled up in a navy wool coat, a pair of tan ankle boots, and a thick cream-colored knit scarf. The frosty air bit at my cheeks, and I shoved my gloved hands into my coat pockets for warmth. “But worth it. This place…” I gestured to the sprawling ski resort behind him, its old-world charm dulled by time and neglect. “It’s stunning. Or at least, it has the bones to be.”Lucas chuckled, his gaze lingering on me. “That’s why you’re here. To make it amazing again.”As I stepped closer, I caught the faint scent of pine and woodsmoke clinging to the air, mingling with the crispness of the snow-dusted ground. For a brief moment, the
Sophia’s POVThe sight of Phoebe standing in the doorway took my breath away. She looked so different from the last time I’d seen her—thinner, her cheekbones more pronounced, her posture subdued. But her eyes, wide and shimmering with unshed tears, carried a familiar depth of emotion that struck me instantly. Before I could speak, she stepped forward and wrapped both Kayla and me in a tight embrace.“Phoebe,” I murmured, still stunned. “You’re here.”Her hug felt prolonged, as if she were drawing strength from it. When she pulled back, her hands rested firmly on my arms, her smile wavering slightly. “I couldn’t stay away any longer,” she said, her voice soft but laden with feeling. “I needed to see you.”“We’ve missed you so much,” Kayla said, adjusting Asha on her hip. Asha reached out with a tiny hand, patting Phoebe’s cheek, as if sensing the tension in the air. Kayla smiled gently, her tone as soothing as always. “How have you been?”Phoebe hesitated, brushing a tear from her chee