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
Emily’s POVIt feels good to be back at work. I remembered how my sister Phoebe had taken care of me the past weeks, and I was so glad and grateful that she came when she did. It was perfect timing. And even though I needed to be on bed rest, we still got to have our bonding moments. “Emily!” a voice called from across the room. It was Jenna, one of the senior designers. She walked over, her face lighting up with a warm smile. “Welcome back! How are you feeling?”I managed a grateful smile. “Thanks, Jenna. I’m doing well. It’s nice to be back. I’ve missed this crazy place.”Jenna chuckled. “We’ve missed you too. You’re the best fashion designer we’ve ever had around here. Anyway, glad to know you’re feeling better now.”As Jenna walked away, I couldn’t help but let my fingers rest on my slightly rounded belly. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling a flutter and whispering to the little life inside me.“I’m glad you’re feeling stronger now,” I murmured. “We’ll get through all this t
Emily’s POVModels flitted in and out, draped in the latest designs for Lila’s upcoming concert. The energy in the room was infectious as we made final adjustments to the outfits, ensuring everything was perfect for the big event.In just a short while, Lila herself would be arriving and I would need to make her fit all the clothes we intended for her to use in that concert. I was lost in the details, pinning here, adjusting there, when I heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching.“Emily, how are you holding up?” Kayla’s voice cut through the hum of activity, warm and reassuring.I looked up from the array of fabrics I was inspecting and saw Kayla standing at the edge of the studio with a look of concern. I smiled, grateful for her presence.“Hey, Kayla,” I said, straightening up from my work. “I’m doing well, thanks. Just busy with all these fittings. Lila’s concert is going to be amazing.”Kayla walked over and joined me at the worktable, her gaze scanning the busy scene. “
Sophia’s POVThe lights in the Raven Media office shimmered brighter than usual, reflecting the jubilant atmosphere that filled the room. The smell of catered food mingled with the faint scent of fresh flowers, and the air buzzed with excited chatter. “So you already planned this?” I asked Kayla incredulously. Kayla grinned, nodding. “Yup! I assumed she’d win a prize, for sure.”I chuckled. “You are the best boss ever! And of course, the best best friend too!”“That’s right,” Kayla agreed with a wink, making us both laugh. Soon I was making my way through the crowd of Emily’s colleagues and friends, and even some media people, when I spotted her standing near the windows with a big smile on her face. She looked radiant and beautiful, her cheeks flushed as she accepted congratulations from various people. "Emily!" I called out as I approached her. "Congratulations! First prize in a prestigious contest? That's incredible!"Her eyes lit up even more when she saw me. "Sophia! Thank yo
Daniel’s POV“Daniel…” I heard Kayla take in a sharp breath, as if she was about to reveal something of great importance. Then her next words hit me hard. “Sophia's having a baby with Elijah.”Kayla's voice rang clear through the phone, her words cutting through the sterile air of the hospital room in Bangkok. I had just been admitted when she’d called me.I felt my heart skip a beat, followed by a thud in my chest as a rush of emotions washed over me. I was surely surprised. But along with it, I felt something unexpected. It was happiness, slightly tinged with a familiar ache. “I’m happy for her,” I replied, my voice steady, though I could feel the effort it took. There was still a flicker of something unresolved, a faint echo of what had been. But for the first time, it was muted, overshadowed by a growing sense of acceptance.I wasn’t there yet, not completely. But maybe, just maybe, I was starting to find my way.“Are you okay?” Kayla's tone softened, probing gently.“Yeah,” I l
Daniel’s POVIt was late, and the hospital was quiet. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind refusing to settle. My condition felt like an ever-present burden, a constant reminder of how weak and vulnerable I was. Anxiety edged into my thoughts, making it difficult to find any semblance of peace.A soft knock on the door broke through the silence. I turned my head as Heather stepped inside, her silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway. Suddenly, I remembered what she’d last said to me, which she had not been able to finish because we were interrupted by another nurse who was calling her. “Daniel?” Her voice was gentle, but a little hesitant. “I saw the light on. Are you alright?”I sighed, the words escaping before I could stop them. “I’m scared, Heather. What if… what if this doesn’t get better? What if this is it for me?”She crossed the room, pulling up a chair beside my bed. Her hand reached out and warmly gripped mine. I looked up, and for the first time, I not
Sophia’s POVI took a deep breath, the scent of fresh paint and construction materials filling my lungs. It felt amazing to be standing here again, at the site of Daniel's real estate development. My designs were finally coming to life, and it was like watching a dream unfold before my eyes. Every corner, every detail—exactly as I had envisioned.After an hour of going around and conferring with the architect on site, I was ready to go back to my office. As I reached the parking area, I thought about Daniel and wondered what he was doing now. He and I used to be so close. We’d share our dreams and frustrations, and now, after so many weeks of silence, it felt strange to be here without him. He still hasn’t returned, nor has he tried to contact me since he sent me an email greeting before my wedding. I shook my head, trying to push away the feeling of wistfulness. “Just focus on the project,” I muttered to myself, smiling at the progress.As I turned to head back to my car, my heart n
Sophia’s POVA hush of golden light slipped through the curtains, draping the room in warmth and calm. It felt like the kind of morning that only came after surviving the storm.Weeks had passed since the chaos faded, and for once, the quiet didn’t feel temporary—it felt earned. I stirred slowly, eyes drifting open to find Elijah beside me, his hand resting lightly over mine. I studied him in the silence, taking in the softened edges of a man who’d carried us through fire and finally found peace.I leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, and when they focused on me, he smiled sleepily."Morning," he murmured."Morning," I whispered back, letting my fingers trace the line of his jaw. "Can you believe we actually get to wake up like this? No chaos, no danger—just us."He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. "I could get used to this."Just as I was about to say something, the door burst open."Mommy! Daddy!" Reese called out, followed quickly by Roxy an
Elijah’s POVWe weaved through the cracked streets, deeper into a part of the city that felt like time had forgotten it. Boarded-up windows, rusted signage, buildings collapsing in on themselves. This was the kind of place where ghosts lingered, and today, we were chasing one of them."We’re close," Joe muttered from the front seat, his eyes scanning the GPS on his phone. "This is the last possible location that fits Hugo's hideouts."Antoine sat beside me in the back, silent but focused. His jaw was tight, hands clenched. I still didn’t know if I fully trusted him, but I couldn’t deny this: he was here, risking his neck like the rest of us. And right now, I’d take any edge we could get.I have to find Grandpa George. For Sophia.When we pulled up to the burned-out remains of what once looked like a chapel, a chill shot down my spine. The stone structure still stood, half-charred, the wooden beams above blackened and skeletal. Nature had tried to reclaim it—vines curling around scorch
Elijah’s POV“Sophia…”Her name was the only thing in my mind as I stormed through the decaying hallway, boots slamming against rotting wood, gun drawn. My pulse thundered in my ears. The floor creaked beneath every step, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t.Joe and his men fanned out behind me, covering corners, checking every room.We were running out of time.Then—A scream.My heart nearly stopped. It was her.I charged forward, slamming my shoulder into the door at the end of the hall. It burst open—and I saw red.Morgana was on the ground, gasping for air as Hugo’s hand squeezed her throat, and across the room, Sophia was trying to drag herself toward them, her face pale and streaked with tears.“NO!” I shouted, and without hesitation, I raised my gun.Hugo turned just as I fired.The bullet tore through his shoulder. He howled, stumbling back and releasing Morgana, who crumpled to the floor, coughing violently.I crossed the room in three strides and tackled Hugo before he could
Sophia’s POVThe first thing I felt was cold.A biting chill that wrapped around my arms and legs like a second set of restraints. Then came the pressure—tight, scratchy ropes cutting into my wrists. My head pounded like a drum, fog thick behind my eyes. Everything smelled like mildew and dust.My eyes struggled to make sense of the shadows.The room was dim, lit only by a weak bulb overhead that flickered like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to stay on. I was on a metal chair, hands tied behind my back, ankles secured to the legs. The air tasted stale and old, like the walls had been sealed off from the world for decades.Panic bloomed in my chest.My brother Chris. What had become of him?I jerked forward, straining against the ropes. “Chris!” I called, my voice hoarse and raw. “Where is he?!”I noticed some movement in the darkness. A shadow stirred in the corner of the room. I froze as a figure stepped out into the light. Tall. Gray-streaked beard. Sunken eyes like old coals. A d
Sophia’s POV“This is insane,” Elijah muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “We’re relying on Antoine to lead us to Hugo. Does no one else see how crazy that is?”Joe, who had been checking messages on his phone, barely looked up. “We don’t have another choice.”I watched Elijah pace the room, his frustration clear. He wasn’t wrong, but I knew that if there was even the smallest chance of finding Grandpa George, we had to take it.Joe sighed and turned to Antoine. “You sure you can make him bite?”Antoine shrugged. “I know Hugo. He’s a cockroach—he won’t go down without a fight. But if he thinks his last hiding spot is compromised, he’ll make a move. That’s when we strike.”Elijah muttered something under his breath, but I didn’t catch it. Joe’s phone buzzed. As he studied the screen, he said, “We got something. Two possible locations.”Elijah straightened. “Then let’s move.”They all hurried out, and I had the sudden, overwhelming urge to call Elijah back—to make sure he’d pick up
Sophia’s POVMy mother sat on the couch, clutching Grandma Evelyn’s hands, trying to calm her down. My father stood near the window, staring out into the darkness, his face pale and unreadable.Chris and Connor were huddled over a laptop at the dining table, analyzing security footage.Joe was already there, speaking into his phone, barking orders to his contacts.But no one had any answers yet.And Grandpa George was still missing.I turned to my grandmother, kneeling in front of her. “Grandma—did you see anything? Anyone suspicious? A car, a stranger?”Her red-rimmed eyes filled with fresh tears as she shook her head. “No… nothing. I don’t know how this happened.” Her voice broke. “George was just in his study… and then he was gone.”Elijah placed a hand on my shoulder, grounding me, but I could feel the rage simmering beneath his calm exterior. He wasn’t just worried—he was furiousJust then, Chris snapped his fingers at the screen. “We’ve got something.”Connor turned the laptop t
Sophia’s POVWe had been trying to track down both Antoine and Hugo, but they had vanished like ghosts.No leads. No sightings. Nothing.Lucas had called me earlier, still searching, still digging. Even Elijah and his contacts have been working doubly hard. But so far, they’d come up empty too. It was frustrating—knowing the danger was out there, lurking, waiting for the right moment to strike.But tonight…Tonight, we weren’t going to think about it.Tonight, we were here to celebrate.After all, Lila and Adrian’s joint concert was finally happening. This was their moment, their dream unfolding before them.And for the first time in what felt like forever, we were all together, enjoying something good.Kayla was everywhere at once, her headset on, clipboard in hand, barking last-minute instructions into her earpiece. She was stressed, frantic… but glowing. Even though there could have been other people to take care of all this from her company, she wanted to be in charge, to personal
Emily’s POV“Walk away, Hugo,” Antoine said sharply, stepping in front of us as if to shield us from the strange man.The name triggered a memory.Chris had mentioned it just yesterday—Hugo Tournier. Suddenly, I remembered. It’s the name Sophia and Elijah had been trying to track down. The man who had supposedly changed Sophia’s life forever.And now he’s here. Why?!My hands instinctively balled up as my heart slammed against my ribs. Could this really be the same man?Hugo’s expression darkened with satisfaction as he took another step, exuding an air of quiet arrogance.“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice smooth but laced with something sinister. “You’re not as fun outside of prison, Antoine.”Phoebe’s grip on my wrist tightened. “Emily, let’s go,” she muttered under her breath.I wanted to. Every instinct screamed at me to turn and leave. But I couldn’t—not yet.Hugo came forward, his eyes staring straight at me. He gave a low chuckle, mocking. “It’s interesting to meet Sabrina Ba
Emily’s POVI refused to flinch. Even as Antoine stood in front of me, blocking my way, I forced my body to stay still, to stay firm.I squared my shoulders, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. “Move.”Antoine didn’t budge. His gaze shifted between me and Phoebe, like he wasn’t sure if I’d actually listen or turn and run.“I’m not here to fight,” he said, his voice calm. “I just want to talk.”Phoebe’s grip on my arm tightened, and her anger was immediate, sharp.“Oh, hell no,” she snapped. “What are you even doing here? Haven’t you caused enough trouble?”I inhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay calm. I wasn’t going to let him see me feeling nervous or affected by him. Antoine exhaled, his face unreadable. “I just wanted to talk.”Phoebe laughed coldly. “Talk? You took Jared, Antoine. Without permission. Do you have any idea what you put us through?”“I know,” he admitted. “I made a mistake.”Phoebe scoffed. “A mistake?”I stepped forward, my gaze hardening. “Please, Antoine.