Sophia’s POVThe first light of dawn began to peek through the curtains. I woke up feeling utterly exhausted, every muscle in my body aching from the night’s vigil. But even in my weariness, there was a small comfort in Elijah’s presence beside me.When I opened my eyes and saw his face before me, I was startled. I’d almost forgotten that he’d slept here. Looking at him, memories flooded my mind, of the countless mornings I had awoken to find him by my side when we were still married. Each time, I wished he would open his eyes, greet me with a smile, or maybe even kiss me good morning. But no, nothing like that ever occurred at that time. It just came to a point that I stopped expecting and hoping, and started wishing for a different life. I shook my head, willing those old memories to fade away. It’s all in the past now. I already got my wish for a new life. Just as I was trying to push those thoughts aside, Elijah stirred. He opened his eyes and gave me a faint, sleepy smile.“G
Elijah’s POVI really hope and pray that Reese will be okay, I thought as I raced up the stairs toward Sophia’s apartment. Her message had been brief but alarming: they had been at the hospital with Reese for a check-up. As I reached the door and knocked, I felt a wave of apprehension. Sophia opened the door, and before I could say a word, I was taken aback. There was a woman standing beside her, a stranger to me. She looked worn and anxious, her eyes darting nervously around the room. I glanced at Sophia, who seemed to sense my confusion.“Elijah, this is Emily,” Sophia said, stepping aside to let me in. “Remember when we were in that small hospital in France? I told you I met a woman who was pregnant and had just gotten divorced. Now her ex is coming after her, and she’s scared and feels unsafe. We saw each other again here, and she needed to hide, so… It’s just temporary.”Emily managed a weak smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m sorry for the disturbance,” she said
Sophia’s POV“Sophia, I’m so sorry I have to run.” There was a sense of urgency and anxiety in Elijah’s voice, but he probably didn’t want to add to my worries for now. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” I asked. It was weird how concerned I’ve become for him. It was even stranger that I felt we were a team somehow. Like a real couple. Elijah squeezed my hand and smiled, but I could tell that there was something wrong. “I’ll tell you about it later, okay?” I had no choice but to agree, hoping that everything was alright. The house was quieter now, the echoes of our earlier laughter and conversation fading into a peaceful hush. Reese, exhausted from the day’s events, had drifted off to sleep shortly after dinner.I stood in the living room, watching Emily fidget nervously on the couch. I could tell she was struggling to settle down, her anxiety evident. “Emily,” I said gently, walking over to her. “I know you’re having a hard time right now, but you need to rest. Stress isn’t
Elijah’s POVWe’ve got a new lead on Henry and Julia. Call me ASAP. Joe's message replayed in my mind, over and over, like a broken record. I should’ve felt a sense of urgency, but all I could think about was Reese—her smile, her laugh, the way she held on to Sophia after dinner. As much as I wanted to stay with them longer, I knew I had to go. Joe’s update couldn’t wait, and there were still too many unanswered questions. I chose not to mention anything to Sophia just yet—I didn’t want to add to her worries. She’d just come through a rough time with Reese being sick, and the last thing she needed was more stress.I tore myself away from Sophia’s place, the chill of the night greeting me as I stepped outside. The drive back to the office was tense, and the streets almost too empty, too quiet. I tried calling Joe the moment I got in the car, my thumb hitting the dial button almost on instinct.No answer.The phone kept ringing, each buzz of the dial tone amplifying the heaviness in m
Elijah’s POVI hadn’t seen him in months, not since our last meeting in Paris. “Antoine Lefevre,” I greeted politely as we shook hands. “What a surprise.”“Elijah Sinclair,” he greeted me neutrally, extending a hand. “Always a pleasure. I hope I’m not intruding.”“Not at all,” I replied smoothly. “But this is unexpected. What brings you here at this hour?”His smile didn’t waver, but his eyes showed anxiety, and the faint shadows beneath them pointed at sleepless nights. I remembered the longing, the restless nights I’d spent after my own divorce from Sophia. I could see where Antoine was coming from; his situation wasn’t so different from mine once.“I apologize for the late visit,” he said. “My hotel’s nearby, and I know you’re one to burn the midnight oil. I thought I’d drop by to say hello to a well-respected business partner.”“Well,” I said, trying to gather my thoughts, “I appreciate the thought.” I motioned to the chair opposite my desk. “Please, take a seat.”He nodded, sett
Sophia’s POV“You know, it’s been ages since I’ve had an art conversation that wasn’t about fashion shows or clients!” Emily exclaimed as I drove to Reese’s school. “It’s nice to talk about it just for the love of it.”I adjusted the rearview mirror and smiled as I glanced at her beside me. “I agree. I feel like I’ve known you forever. What was your last artistic project?”Emily’s eyes lit up. “I was experimenting with abstract designs, blending my fashion background with painting—using fabric textures on canvas.”“That sounds fantastic,” I said, making a right turn. I noticed Reese listening closely. “What about you?” Emily asked. “What’s your newest project?”“I’m working on murals for a new boutique. It’s been challenging to blend interior design with art, making the murals reflect both the space and the brand’s identity,” I explained.“That sounds amazing!” Emily said, intrigued. “Is it hard to balance design and art?”“A bit,” I admitted. “There’s always a push and pull between
Sophia’s POV"Did you hear about the new Italian place downtown?" my new colleague Elena asked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as we headed into the office lobby together with Andy. "Yeah, I heard it's fantastic. I've been meaning to check it out," Mark replied, adjusting his jacket as he prepared to leave. “We should go this weekend.”“I’ll think about it,” I told them with a grin as they began to head off their separate ways. “Chat me up if you decide to go.” As they waved goodbye and headed out, I turned to walk toward the exit, eager to go home and play with Reese. But then I noticed him.At the far end of the lobby, near the large glass doors, a man stood alone. He was dressed in a dark coat that seemed too heavy for the season, his face partially obscured by a hat pulled low over his brow. His gaze was fixed directly on me, and though he stood perfectly still, his eyes pierced through the crowd of passing employees like a spotlight.My heart began to beat fast. Is this the
Sophia’s POV“Get your hands off her before I make you regret it!” Elijah’s voice was a thunderclap in the quiet lobby, his anger a palpable force that seemed to draw every eye in the building.Antoine hesitated for a moment, his grip on my arm loosening reluctantly. He finally released me, stepping back with a scowl. “I just wanted to know the truth from her,” he said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”Elijah’s gaze remained cold. “Maybe you’re not in the right frame of mind to be discussing this right now. Besides, Sophia already told you she doesn’t know where Emily is.”Antoine’s face darkened. “And you think you’re in a position to—”“I think you’d better leave my building now,” Elijah interrupted, his voice leaving no room for argument.Antoine scoffed, straightening up as if to regain his composure. With one last, frustrated glance in my direction, he turned on his heel and strode toward the exit, his footsteps echoing as he walked
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