Elijah’s POV“Emily, we need to get you to a hospital now!” I said, my voice urgent.Emily’s eyes were wide with fear, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “No… no, not now. Please, I can’t…”Sophia’s face was pale with worry. “Elijah, what do we do?”I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm despite the overwhelming panic. “We need to get Emily medical help immediately. I’ll call for an ambulance right now.”As I fumbled with my phone, trying to dial emergency services, I could see Emily’s fear and desperation. Kayla held her tightly, whispering reassurances as tears streamed down her face.“Stay with me, Emily. We’re going to get you through this,” I said. “You’re going to be okay. We’re all here for you.”The wail of the approaching sirens was a welcome sound amid the chaos. As the ambulance arrived, I watched Kayla climb in with Emily, her face a mask of determination as she stayed by her side.Sophia and I followed closely behind, making our way to the hospital. When we arrived the
Sophia’s POVI had just finished reading Reese her bedtime story, her little eyelids growing heavy as she nestled into her pillow. I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead, but my mind was elsewhere. Elijah should’ve been home by now. He usually called if he was going to be late, but tonight, there was nothing—no text, no call. I began to get worried. As I tucked Reese in, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Relief washed over me—maybe it was Elijah finally calling. But when I saw the name on the screen, my heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t him.“Hello?” I answered, my heart pounding against my chest. “Mrs. Sinclair? This is the night guard at Mr. Knight’s office building,” came the urgent voice on the other end. “I’m afraid there’s been an incident. Mr. Elijah Sinclair was attacked in the parking lot. We found him unconscious.”My blood ran cold. “What? Oh my God… Is he… Is he okay?” My voice shook, panic threatening to take over.“We’ve already called an ambulance,” Ma
Emily’s POVI sat there, overwhelmed by guilt and self-reproach. I should have never let Antoine into our lives. If only I had been more careful, maybe none of this would have happened. The weight of responsibility felt crushing, and I couldn’t escape the blame that was gnawing at me.Sophia, seeing my distress, reached out and gently placed her hand on mine. “It’s not your fault, Emily. None of this is your doing,” she said softly, her voice full of empathy.Her words did little to ease the guilt that clung to me. Sophia had been nothing but kind to me since the day we met, and now she was dealing with this nightmare because of me. The silence that followed was heavy and laden with unspoken fears and regrets.Eventually, I knew I needed to explain, to offer some semblance of understanding. Taking a deep breath, I began to recount my story.“I met Antoine at a party,” I started, my voice slightly quivering. “I was working part-time as a waitress while in college. It was supposed to be
Emily’s POV“I didn’t want anyone to know,” I shared with Sophia, not being able to stop the tears from streaming down my face. “I was ashamed and scared. I kept hoping he’d change, that things would get better. But it only got worse. I felt trapped and powerless.”Sophia shook her head in disbelief, her eyes filled with sorrow and sympathy for me. “One day, out of the blue, Antoine showed up at my doorstep,” I continued with a shaky breath. “He was so different from the man I knew—sweet, affectionate, loving. He asked me to marry him right then and there. I was crazy for giving in, but he seemed so sincere, and he’d been showing me this side of him for a week.”Sophia’s eyes widened in shock, her heart clearly breaking for me.“We got married in some random place,” I said, my voice breaking as I relived the painful memories. “I thought we were starting a new chapter, a fresh start. But it was far from that. Earlier on the very same day, he’d had another massive fight with Isabelle.
Sophia’s POVI can’t lose you, Elijah. Please…My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt like the world was closing in on me. “I’m so sorry to have to tell you this,” the doctor began, his voice grave. “Mr. Sinclair’s injuries are quite severe. He’s sustained multiple fractures and internal bleeding. We’re doing everything we can to stabilize him, but it will be a long road to recovery.”My breath caught in my throat, and I felt tears sting my eyes. The thought of Elijah suffering, of him being so close to losing his life, was unbearable.But then, the doctor’s tone softened slightly. “However, I want to assure you that he is currently safe and stable. We’ve managed to control the immediate threats to his life, and he’s in capable hands. We’ll keep monitoring him closely and provide you with updates as we know more. His condition is critical, but we are optimistic about his recovery.”Relief mingled with my fear, and I clung to the doctor’s words. At least he was safe now, even if the
Emily’s POVToday was the day. The grand opening of my studio, and I could hardly believe it was actually happening. I stood at the entrance, gazing at the sea of faces and the sparkling new sign above the door. The white letters gleamed against the navy blue background, Emily Thompson Couture — it felt surreal to see it come to life.My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted my dress. I’d chosen something simple yet elegant: a soft pink dress that complemented the mood of the day. The endless stream of congratulations from well-wishers and the buzz of excited potential clients had me floating on cloud nine.“Emily!” I turned to see Kayla making her way through the crowd, her smile as bright as ever. “You look amazing!”“Thanks, Kayla,” I replied, trying to match her enthusiasm. “I can’t believe how many people showed up.”Kayla’s eyes sparkled. “You’ve done an incredible job. I told everyone I know to come by. They’re all raving about your designs.”As she spoke, a pang of anxiety jab
Emily’s POVAntoine’s grin widened as our eyes met. “Emily,” he said smoothly, his tone both mocking and familiar. “I hear you’re quite the busy lady today.”I forced a tight smile, trying to appear calm. But inside, I was screaming with fear and dread. “Antoine. What a surprise.”He sauntered into the room, his gaze sweeping over the chaos of the busy studio. “I need a fitting for a very special suit, and I was told only you could handle it.”I glanced around, hoping someone would intervene, but the staff seemed absorbed in their tasks. “What kind of suit?” I asked, going along with his act because there were customers around. Antoine’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “A suit that I could wear when I return to France with my ex-wife, who’s going to be coming back with me.” Then he lowered his voice before adding, “Whether she likes it or not.”I gasped. Panic clenched my heart and fear spread throughout my limbs. I need to get out of here, escape from him as fast as I can. My eyes dar
Julia’s POVI settled on a bench across the street from Emily's new store. The grand opening was bustling with excitement; people in bright clothes, all smiles, gathered around her like moths to a flame. The nauseating happiness in the air made my skin crawl. The way they fawned over her, congratulating her on her success, made me want to vomit. The fact that Chris was likely among them, beaming with pride, only added fuel to the fire.My hands tightened around the newspaper I pretended to read, the thin paper crinkling under my grip. Every fiber of my being ached to strike, but on the surface, I was calm and composed, disguised as an old man. Henry doesn’t want me coming back here to the city, I thought, biting my lower lip and feeling just a tad guilty for having lied to him about where I was going. But the itch was back, that nagging whisper in the back of my mind, growing louder with every passing day. I had to see them again — Elijah, Sophia, and the rest of the gang. Every on
Sophia’s POV"Mom! Look at the rabbits!" Reese’s excited voice rang out as she dashed ahead, her little sister Roxy giggling as she tried to keep up. Jared wasn’t far behind, his laughter ringing through the air. I smiled, watching my children run toward the petting zoo, their energy contagious.Beside me, Emily tensed.I glanced at her, noticing how her shoulders tightened, how her eyes darted around like she was scanning for threats. She was supposed to be enjoying this—a simple afternoon in the botanical garden, surrounded by friends, fresh air, and laughter. It was the perfect opportunity for Emily to bond with Jared, without him feeling nervous or out of place. But years of running, hiding, and surviving had wired her differently.She wasn’t relaxed. She seemed to be waiting for something to go wrong. And I really couldn’t blame her. I reached for her hand, giving it a light squeeze. “You’re safe here,” I murmured.Emily forced a small smile, nodding, but her fingers still trem
Sophia’s POVThe warmth of freshly baked cookies filled the air, a scent that felt so familiar, so comforting, that for a moment, it was easy to forget all the fear and uncertainty of the past few days.My mother bustled around the kitchen, setting out plates and pouring tea, determined to make this a small celebration, in spite of her still being a bit rattled. But more than anything, I could see that she was very, very happy. Emily and Chris had showered and changed, looking far better than they had when I first walked in. The exhaustion was still there, written in the lines of their faces, but they were standing tall, present, and—most importantly—home.Elijah arrived shortly after, his presence filling the room with steady reassurance. When he saw Chris, he didn’t hesitate, pulling him into a tight embrace. They had been best friends since childhood, and after everything Chris had been through, I could see the relief in Elijah’s eyes. He held onto Emily for a moment, too, murmuri
Sophia’s POVMy heart pounded as I gripped the phone tighter. "Mom? What’s wrong?"There was a moment of silence, just soft, uneven breaths on the other end of the line. My stomach twisted painfully. "Mom, talk to me!""S-Sophia…" her voice cracked, and I felt my chest constrict. "They’re here."I blinked, my mind struggling to keep up. "Who’s here?""Chris and Emily. They’re home."I inhaled sharply, my breath catching in my throat. For a second, I couldn't move, couldn't think. My pulse raced as my mind fought to process what she had just said.Chris and Emily are back.My grip on the phone loosened, my knees nearly buckling from the sudden rush of emotions. Relief, disbelief, overwhelming gratitude."Oh my God," I whispered, pressing a hand to my chest. "Are they okay?""I… I don’t know," my mother admitted, still sounding shaken. "They haven’t said much. But you need to come quick."I didn’t hesitate. "I’ll be right there."As I ended the call, I turned to see Elijah watching me,
Sophia’s POVThe kitchen was quiet except for the faint sizzle of eggs in the pan. It was still very early in the morning, and I could see the sun rising through the window. Normally, I would have stopped to admire the view. But my mind was still preoccupied with a lot of chaotic things. I had barely slept.Everything Lucas had told me last night still lingered in my mind, a tangled mess of unanswered questions and uneasy truths. Hugo Tournier. He had been part of my family's past all along, a ghost lurking in the shadows, and now he was back. It settled over me like a heavy fog, impossible to shake.But as much as my thoughts circled around Hugo, it was Elijah’s reaction that unsettled me more. The way he had looked at me. The sharpness in his voice when he told me I didn’t need to talk to Lucas anymore, that Joe would handle the investigation.He hadn’t accused me outright, but I could feel the tension beneath his words. The distance. Lucas was a sensitive issue between us—alwa
Sophia’s POVLucas stood in front of me, his face partially shadowed by the porch light, his eyes unreadable but filled with something that made my stomach twist—regret, sorrow, maybe even guilt.“I don’t even know where to start,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair.I crossed my arms, bracing myself. “Just tell me what you found.”He exhaled sharply, nodding. "I started looking into the records of missing children around the time you disappeared. A lot of reports were vague, but… I found something." He hesitated before continuing, his voice tight. "There was an old witness statement—a retired cop who had once suspected a man named Hugo Tournier."My breath hitched. The name. I had heard it before. Grandpa George had mentioned it when we talked about the man who might have taken me.Lucas continued, unaware of my growing realization. "The name meant nothing to me at first, but when I dug deeper, I realized it was connected to your family."My pulse quickened. “Connected how?
Emily’s POVDarkened streets stretched endlessly ahead as we sped through the city, the glow of neon signs flickering across the windshield. The sound of other cars was distant, almost muffled, drowned out by the pounding of my heart. My grip tightened on the edge of my seat, eyes darting to every shadowed alley, every figure on the sidewalk. It felt like eyes were on us—watching, waiting.Chris’s grip on the wheel was tight, his jaw set in a hard line. He hadn’t said much since we got the warning. The burner phone lay silent between us, the last message still glowing on the screen:“Do not go to the docks. You are being watched.”I swallowed hard. "Who sent it?""No idea," Chris muttered. "Could be someone helping us. Could be someone luring us into another trap."My stomach twisted. "So what do we do?"He exhaled sharply, eyes darting to the rearview mirror. "We can’t risk it. If someone’s waiting for us at the docks, we won’t stand a chance. We haven't been able to reach Crimson Ve
Sophia’s POVJared was safe. That was all that mattered.We were gathered in the house, the weight of the night still pressing heavily on our shoulders. But at least Jared was asleep now, curled up in his bed like nothing had happened. He hadn’t seemed afraid, hadn’t even realized the gravity of what Antoine had done. And for that, I was grateful. The last thing I wanted was for him to carry fear because of this.But once he woke up, I knew I would have to face the reality of telling him about his father. And why it was only now that he was finding out about Antoine. “We’re not pressing charges,” I had told Elijah. But we did have to watch our backs more carefully, to stay guarded and alert all the time. And we needed to make sure never to let Jared out of our sights again. Still, we had made Antoine promise never to pull something like this again. Not that his word meant much. I didn’t trust him, and I knew Elijah didn’t either. This wasn’t over. Not really.Phoebe sat beside me,
Sophia’s POVElijah and I sprinted through the mall, dodging past confused shoppers and security personnel as the urgency of the moment drove us forward. My heart pounded in my ears, my breaths coming fast and shallow.“We need to check the parking lot exits,” Elijah said, his voice tight with controlled fury. “If Antoine took Jared, he won’t risk staying here much longer.”Elijah nodded, pulling out his phone and dialing Joe. The moment Joe answered, Elijah got straight to the point. “Antoine’s here. He took Jared. We need to know if he has a car registered in his name or any known places he might go.”I looked at Elijah in anticipation. He nodded then ended the call. "He said he'll get back to us soon."My eyes darted around the busy corridor, searching for any sign of our son.Jared, my sweet boy. Where are you?Phoebe ran alongside me, her face streaked with tears. “He must’ve followed us,” she choked out. “I swear, I didn’t think— I mean, I saw someone watching, but I wasn’t sure
Sophia’s POVI pushed through the crowded mall, my heart hammering in my chest, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The world around me blurred into a haze of faces and voices, none of them the one I was searching for. Oh, god, Jared. Please be okay.My mind screamed his name with every step I took, my hands trembling as I grabbed Phoebe’s arm, trying to keep both of us steady.“He has to be here,” Phoebe said, her voice shaking as she wiped at her tear-streaked face. “He has to be here somewhere.”I wanted to believe her. I had to believe her. But the sheer panic clawing at my throat made it hard to hold on to hope. Jared wasn’t just missing—he seemed to have vanished into thin air. And the longer he was gone, the worse the possibilities became.“Elijah’s talking to security,” I said, scanning every store, every passerby, searching for even a glimpse of him. “They’re checking the cameras. We just have to keep looking.”Phoebe nodded frantically, but guilt was etched into every