Chris’s POVThe hallway was beginning to fill up with people as the party wound down, leaving behind a trail of disheveled glamor and laughter.Emily stood by the exit, her hands trembling as she hastily wiped at her tears. Her mascara had smeared, creating dark streaks down her cheeks. I could see the distress in her eyes and the effort she was making to pull herself together.“Emily, let’s get out of here,” I said, gently taking her arm. “Come with me.”She looked at me, her eyes red and swollen. “Chris, I—I don’t think I can—”“Just trust me,” I urged.We walked briskly down the hall, the muffled sounds of the party fading behind us. I guided her through a side door and as we reached the stairwell, I took her hand, leading her up to the rooftop. The security guards had long since left, and the area was supposed to be off-limits. But who cares? I just had to get her out of there fast. When we got there, Emily looked around, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She looked a bit conf
Sophia’s POVThe wedding party had come to an end, and I couldn’t stop smiling. The night had been everything I’d hoped for, filled with laughter, love, and the warmth of friends and family. As the last guests said their goodbyes and wished us well, Elijah and I stood side by side, our hands intertwined. We exchanged a glance, the kind that said more than words ever could: the real journey was just beginning.Elijah squeezed my hand as we watched the final guests leave. “Ready to check on our little one?” he asked softly.“Yes,” I nodded, my heart swelling with joy and contentment. A while ago, Kayla had mentioned that Reese was getting sleepy, so she and Connor had taken her to the holding room to rest.We made our way down the hallway, our footsteps echoing in the quiet, now-empty venue. When we reached the room, I gently pushed the door open. There she was, my sweet Reese, fast asleep on the couch, still in her pretty gown. Her tiny chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath, he
Sophia’s POV“Wow, this place is unbelievable,” I murmured with awe as I stepped into the villa’s grand entrance.The scent of fresh flowers mingled with the earthy aroma of the vineyard that stretched out behind the house, creating a perfume that was both intoxicating and calming. The villa itself was a masterpiece—rustic yet elegant, with stone walls that seemed to have soaked up centuries of sunlight, and wooden beams that spoke of a time long past. The warm Tuscan sun streamed through the tall arched windows, casting a golden glow over everything it touched.Elijah came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his lips brushing against my neck. “It’s perfect, isn’t it?” he whispered into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.“Perfect doesn’t even begin to cover it,” I said, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes sparkled with the same excitement I felt bubbling inside me. “I can’t believe we’re actually here in Tuscany.”He smiled, that slow, heart-stopping
Elijah’s POVI couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Serena standing there, looking as if she had just stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine. Her hair was different, shorter and chic, but that unmistakable confidence, that self-assured air, was exactly the same. She was in her element, exuding the same effortless charm that had drawn people to her before, including me. She smiled at me in surprise. “Fancy seeing you here, Elijah,” she said lightly. “I’m on vacation, just enjoying a little break from my studies. I had no idea you and Sophia planned to have your honeymoon here.”“Yeah,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral, though I could feel the old memories stirring, memories I’d rather leave buried. I glanced toward the boutique, catching a glimpse of Sophia through the window. She was looking our way, and the last thing I wanted was for her to think this was anything like before. I waved at her eagerly, hoping to ease her mind. The last thing I needed was Serena sowing an
Sophia’s POV“Back to reality,” I whispered to myself as I stared at the stack of project files on my desk. The vibrant colors of the folders were a sharp contrast to the soft, dreamy glow that had enveloped me for the past few weeks. I could still feel the warmth of the Tuscan sun on my skin as precious memories of our sweet, eventful honeymoon kept coming back. But now, as I sat in my office, reality settled in, reminding me that the honeymoon was over.Yet, I couldn't help but smile. A genuine, contented smile that seemed to have a life of its own. People had noticed, of course. Even Tina, who rarely paid attention to personal matters, had commented on it just yesterday.“You've got that glow,” she'd said, her eyes narrowing playfully as she handed me another set of files. “Married life suits you.”I had blushed, ducking my head to hide the grin that threatened to spill over. But at the same time, it seemed funny. No one would have said the same thing that first time Elijah and I
Sophia’s POVChris and I had settled in for a lazy afternoon at the Bakers' house, and it felt comforting to be here. I had brought Reese as well because Grandma Evelyn and my mom have been wanting to spend time with her. I could hear her giggles and squeals from the kitchen as she’s making cupcakes with the two. It made me smile. But then, Chris turned serious. “Trevis told me Antoine went to your office.”“Oh, yeah,” I said, frowning. I recounted it to him, and he looked really bothered. “You should be careful,” he warned. “He’s bad news.”I nodded, trying to push down the unease that had been creeping up. “I know. I just... I can't shake the feeling that something's going to happen. But enough about that. Have you heard from Emily lately?”Chris shook his head. “No, I haven’t. But Kayla mentioned something about Emily moving to a different apartment. I don't know much more than that.”A fleeting shadow crossed Chris's face, and I could sense the depth of his feelings for Emily.
Sophia’s POVWhen Reese and I finally made it back home, I took a moment to appreciate our new house. It was a cozy, modern space with large windows that let in plenty of sunlight. The open-plan living area was decorated with comfortable furniture and a few family photos scattered around. The garden out back was lush and green, with a small play area where Reese spent her afternoons lost in imaginative play.Reese darted outside as soon as we got in, her little feet already running toward the swing set and the sandbox. I watched her with a grin, loving the way she laughed. I headed to the kitchen to start on dinner, the aroma of sautéing vegetables and herbs soon filling the air. I was deep in concentration, chopping and slicing ingredients, when Elijah finally walked through the door.“Hey there,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek as he set his keys on the counter. “How was your day?”“It was good,” I replied, trying to keep my voice casual despite the weight of the conversa
Sophia’s POV“So what was the wedding present and who sent it?” Kayla asked me curiously, her eyes wide as I told her the story. “Apparently, one of Elijah’s associates had his driver drop it off, but we didn’t immediately see the card so it really frightened us!” I said, almost laughing at the memory. “This business partner wasn’t able to come to the wedding and he’d sent the gift late. And by the way, it was a pretty expensive set of towels. I loved it.”“Whew!” Kayla said, putting her hand over her chest. “You’re going to give me a heart attack!” “But the first one, the really scary doll… We still don’t know who sent it.”We were both quiet for a while as we navigated through the racks of colorful dresses in our favorite shop. Then eventually, Kayla rubbed my shoulder as a sign of comfort. “Don’t worry, Sophia. Maybe it’s just a prank.”I shook my head in disagreement. “I think it could really be Julia.”Kayla sighed. “Well, let’s all just be careful…” I nodded, trying to focus
Elijah’s POVI couldn’t stand still, pacing a line into the carpet near the desk, my fists clenching and unclenching. Each step, each turn, only wound the tension in me tighter.Connor was on leave, and I was stuck here with his replacement—a sharp enough guy, thankfully, but new to the Sinclair way of doing things. His name was Jason, and I’d forced myself to be patient with him these past days, given the circumstances.But this—this was no ordinary setback. This was a disaster unfolding in real-time.“Alright,” I muttered, stopping for a second to face him, my eyes catching his as he sat at his desk, peering over a spread of files and emails. “You’ve got a list of the companies that cancelled? Any explanations besides the standard brush-offs?”Jason nodded, flipping through his notes. “I called each one. Spoke to the reps directly. It was the same story every time—‘sudden concerns’ about Sinclair Realty's recent projects.” He looked up at me, hesitant, then pushed on. “They’ve heard
Sophia’s POVElijah, what do you mean followed?” I asked, my heart pounding. But before he could answer, I was distracted by the ringing of my phone. It was my best friend Kayla who was scheduled to give birth any time now. I hesitated for a second, still focused on Elijah, but then I answered. “Hey, Kayla. What’s up?”“I’m about to give birth!” Kayla’s voice blurted out, a mixture of excitement and panic.I blinked, trying to process her words. “What?! Like right now?”In the background, I could hear Connor frantically moving around, his voice strained. “Come on, Kayla, I’ll get you in the car. Lean on me… Let’s go…” “Oh, no… Oh, no,” Kayla’s voice wavered, and suddenly it dropped. “Sophia, my water just broke. Oh, shit, I have to go!” The line went dead before I could respond.I stared at the phone in shock for a moment, Kayla’s panicked voice still ringing in my ears. My worry about Elijah’s words took a backseat to the sudden urgency of Kayla’s situation.I looked up at him, my
Sophia’s POVThe next few days passed quietly. Jared and Roxy filled the house with their playful energy, and watching them always lifted my mood. But every now and then, my thoughts would drift back to the conversation I’d had with Antoine recently. Antoine had sounded… lost. Like a man who had given up on everything, including himself. I had approached the topic of adoption carefully, expecting resistance, guilt, maybe even anger. But what I got was the exact opposite.“If Emily’s missing and she left Jared with you, it means she trusts you to take care of him. I trust you both too, Elijah and Sophia. You’ll give him the best possible life,” Antoine had said with an eerie calmness. “I can’t do that for him from here. I’m not capable of giving him a good life. So go ahead with your plans.”The ease with which he agreed had caught me off guard. I knew Antoine had always been a complicated man, but hearing his resignation, his total acceptance that Jared wasn’t coming back to him… it
Elijah’s POVI sat on the living room floor, surrounded by scattered toys and soft blankets, watching Jared wobble over to me with a big, toothy grin. His little hands grabbed at my shirt, pulling himself closer as I reached out to steady him. His laugh was infectious, and for a moment, I forgot all about my worries. "Good job, buddy," I said, ruffling his soft hair as he babbled something only he could understand.Roxy was fast asleep in the nursery, and thankfully, the new nanny was here to help. With Sophia rushing to the office to handle some urgent project issues, I was left in charge for the day. But it wasn’t just the responsibility that had me thinking—it was Jared.The kid had grown so much in the months we’d been caring for him. Nearly two years old now, he’d already started picking up new words, mimicking sounds, and toddling around like he owned the place. But as I looked into his bright, innocent eyes, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. He probably didn’t even r
Sophia’s POVI had no idea that it was going to be the last time I would hear from Emily. And that I would never see my brother Chris again too. Three months had passed since I last heard Emily's voice, and the silence stretched between us like an unbridgeable chasm. Chris and Emily were still missing, and with each day that went by, the weight of that absence pressed heavier on my chest.Then I thought about Phoebe, who was stuck in Paris, trying to get well and to live a normal life again. I knew she was working hard in therapy, but I couldn’t shake the image of her sitting in that wheelchair. I felt so helpless being thousands of miles away.Suddenly, Jared cried out. It was as if he’d been able to sense that his mother and aunt had not been around for a long time now. I hurried to him, lifting him from the crib and cradling him close. “Shh, baby, it’s okay,” I murmured, trying to calm him. But even as I rocked him, my mind was elsewhere. I sat down on the sofa with Jared, who sq
Sophia’s POVThe sound of breaking glass echoed in the small kitchen, shattering my moment of calm like the milk slipping from my fingers. I gasped as I stared at the puddle spreading across the floor, the white liquid pooling around the shards of broken glass.the unmistakable sound of Jared’s wailing broke through the silence. I turned toward the nursery, my heart sinking further. A moment later, Roxy joined in, her cries rising in pitch, two little voices that tugged at my heartstrings.“Okay, okay!” I said to myself, forcing my feet to move. I hurried toward their cribs, my heart pounding in my chest. This wasn’t how I imagined my day would go, but with Elijah at that emergency meeting and Reese at school, I was left alone to take care of the babies. The nanny wasn’t available today either. As I entered the nursery, I was met with the sight of both babies, their faces red and scrunched up in distress. I quickly reached for Roxy first, lifting her from her crib and cradling her cl
Emily’s POVChris froze, his eyes darting between me and Phoebe, panic etched into his features. “Phoebe!” he shouted, but she was already trapped beneath the rubble, writhing in pain, her hands desperately trying to push the boulder off her legs.“It’s... it’s bad,” she groaned, her voice trembling. “Chris, get her out of here. Just—just go! You can’t stay. Get Emily to safety!”“No!” I croaked, my own panic rising. I struggled against Chris’s arms, trying to get him to put me down. “We can’t leave her! Chris, help her, please!”Chris looked torn, his eyes flicking between us, unsure of what to do. His face was set in determination, but there was something breaking in his gaze. He didn’t want to abandon either of us.Phoebe, wincing through the pain, gasped, “Just go without me... please, I’ll slow you down. You can come back for me. Or... call Joe, tell him to send someone.”I was crying now, openly, my body trembling with sobs. I couldn’t lose her—not now, not after everything we’d
Emily’s POVPain radiated through my leg, sharp and searing, as if a knife had been plunged straight into the bone. I could feel the warmth of the blood soaking through my pants, and it took everything in me not to scream. Chris’s arms tightened around me as he carried me, his breath ragged, but I could barely focus on that. The smoke was thick, swirling around us, making it nearly impossible to see more than a few feet ahead.“Stay with me, Emily,” Chris whispered, his voice low and urgent as we ducked into a small alcove, hiding from the men hunting us. He gently set me down, pressing a hand against my leg to try and stop the bleeding. I clenched my teeth, biting down on my lip so hard I tasted blood.Voices echoed through the passageways, angry and frantic. I strained to hear what they were saying, my pulse racing.“They’re all dead! Almost the whole group wiped out!” one of them yelled, his voice shaking with fury. “This was all a distraction, just to get her! We need to find them
Emily’s POVMy heart raced as the man who had been watching me ripped the cloth away from my mouth. I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing off the cold, damp walls. “Shut up!” he shouted, his voice a snarl that sent chills racing down my spine.Before I could catch my breath, he swung his fist, connecting hard with my jaw. Pain exploded in my mouth, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood. I gasped, tears spilling down my cheeks. I wanted to sob, to give in to the darkness creeping in at the edges of my mind. But as I sat there, blood dripping from my lips, I felt something stir within me—a flicker of defiance. I can't let Isabelle win. She won't get the satisfaction of breaking me.“And Jared needs me,” I whispered to myself, the thought igniting a spark of determination. My son deserved better than to lose his mother to this nightmare. I couldn’t let them take me without a fight.The man standing in front of me gave out an evil laugh. He had just been playing with me