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
Emily’s POV“I’ll be back.” The echo of Antoine’s voice had kept haunting me for the past few days. His words were like shards of ice lodged in my mind, refusing to thaw. I remembered the last time I’d seen him—how he had made no scene, didn’t force me to go with him, but left a menacing promise hanging in the air. The way he looked at me, that cold detachment—it made my skin crawl.I let out a shaky breath and shuffled out of the hospital restroom, my swollen belly leading the way. “Calm down, Emily,” I told myself as I walked toward my doctor’s clinic. I needed to have my baby checked just to give me peace of mind, because I’ve been so stressed. The corridor was quieter than usual. My footsteps echoed against the tiled floor, and I tried to focus on anything but the spiraling anxiety inside me.Then, I heard footsteps behind me. They were faint at first, but as I continued walking, they grew louder. I didn’t turn around, assuming it was just another patient or staff member on thei
Emily’s POVI stirred from my slumber with my mind a huge jumble of foggy thoughts and fragmented images. My body felt heavy, and my chest ached as if I’d been holding my breath for too long. I tried to focus, but everything around me was just unclear. Then all of a sudden, everything came rushing back — the whole confrontation with Isabelle. But she was gone now, and I wasn’t sprawled out in a hallway. I was lying on some hospital bed. “Isabelle!” I croaked in a whisper. “I need to—”I wanted to report her so the police would know that she’d been here. But where the hell is my cellphone? I tried to sit up, but my whole body seemed to be in pain. I also had a very bad headache. I have to find Isabelle again! I thought with desperation. But then, as I slowly got up on the bed, I felt an intense pain in my abdomen. It felt like a steel band was tightening around my insides, gripping with unyielding pressure. “Aaaahhh!” I screamed as the pain worsened. “Help! Someone, please!” I cri
Sophia’s POVI breathed in slowly as Kayla and I made our way into the NICU. It was a world of tiny miracles, and right now, one of those miracles belonged to Emily. My heart pounded with a blend of anxiety and exhilaration. I couldn’t wait to see baby Jared, but I also worried about how Emily was holding up.Kayla gave my arm a supporting squeeze as we approached Jared's incubator. “It's going to be okay, Soph,” she whispered, her eyes moving over to the clear enclosure where a tiny bundle of life lay surrounded by tubes and wires. “Emily's a tough cookie, and Jared... well, he's a fighter.”I nodded, forcing a smile. We turned the corner, and there he was—Jared. My breath caught in my throat. He was so small, so fragile, but perfect in every way. His tiny little hands and feet, the soft flutter of his eyelashes... it was incredible.Emily was already there, standing beside the incubator with a look of pure adoration on her face. The exhaustion was still visible in her eyes, but ther
Sophia’s POVAntoine’s smug smile was even more infuriating in person, and the sight of him made my blood boil.“Going somewhere, Sophia?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery.I should have felt fear, terror even, knowing what he was capable of. But instead, a red-hot fury surged through me, eclipsing every other emotion. This was the man who had nearly destroyed Emily, who had hurt Elijah so badly, almost killing him. The audacity of him showing up here, of all places, set something off inside me.“Antoine,” I spat his name, taking a step closer without even thinking about it. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, and I could feel my heart pounding with the adrenaline of my anger. “You’ve got some nerve showing up here after everything you’ve done.”He chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. “And what exactly do you think you’re going to do about it, sweetheart?”The patronizing tone, the way he called me ‘sweetheart’—it only fueled my rage. I took another step forward,
Antoine’s POVI couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Sophia’s words hit me like a sledgehammer, and for the first time in a long while, I felt completely out of control. Isabelle had been feeding me information for weeks, feeding me lies. I formed my fists into tight balls, the rage within me building to a dangerous level.Isabelle had been contacting me frequently, always with something new to say about Emily. Her reports were consistent, always painting Emily in the worst possible light. She’d even sent me photos—ones that made my blood boil. Emily, cozying up to Chris, kissing him like she didn’t have a care in the world. It reminded me of that day at Elijah’s house when I caught them together. The way Chris looked at her, the way she smiled at him... it drove me mad.And then there was Elijah. Isabelle’s accusations about Emily’s supposed affair with him had been hard to swallow at first, but the photos made it impossible to ignore. Emily and Elijah, always together, even hugging
Elijah’s POVThe metallic clang of the prison gates behind me sent a chill through the air, though the day was warm and bright. Joe walked beside me, his expression set in its usual mask of calm determination, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. I wasn’t exactly at ease myself—this wasn’t the kind of place anyone walked into lightly.“Charlotte Vega,” I said quietly, more to myself than Joe, as we followed a guard down the sterile corridors. “She’s been visiting both Julia and Henry frequently. That alone is suspicious.”After what we had discovered from Vito’s visitor logs, I’d decided to check into the ones for Henry and Julia. And that was how I’d come across Charlotte Vega. Joe nodded, keeping his voice low. “The guards I spoke to say she’s supposedly an investigative journalist. Claims she’s writing some big exposé on international mobs. Sounds plausible enough on the surface.”“But?”“But,” he said, giving me a sideways glance, “they also mentioned she’s always very
Elijah’s POVI ended the call with Emily and let out a long, slow breath, leaning back in the chair. Her pain lingered in my chest like an echo. The weight of everything—the mob, Jared, keeping everyone safe—pressed heavily on my shoulders.“You okay?” Joe asked, his sharp eyes scanning me from across the room.I nodded, though the tightness in my chest hadn’t eased. “Yeah. Just a lot to think about.”I glanced at him then, leaning against his desk, his ever-present sharpness softened just a fraction. “Emily’s strong,” I said, more to myself than to him. “But even she has her breaking point.”Joe nodded, picking at the corner of a file on his desk. “She’s got Chris, though. Guy’s solid, if a little rough around the edges. They’ll hold out.”“Chris isn’t used to this kind of life, but he’s never loved someone like how he loves Emily. It’s really admirable that he’s doing all this for her. She needs him by her side.”Joe rubbed the back of his neck, his face tight with thought. “The mob
Elijah’s POVI leaned back in my chair, glancing at the neatly organized business reports in front of me. Normally, mornings like these were a steady grind, but today, I couldn’t keep the small smile off my face.Last night replayed in my mind, unbidden but welcome. The warmth of Sophia’s touch, her whispered promises, and the way we’d melted into each other as though the rest of the world didn’t exist. It had been intense, much more than the usual. Definitely one of the most memorable. The sound of my phone shattered the moment, pulling me back to the present. I picked it up, spotting Joe’s name flashing on the screen. His timing was rarely coincidental.“Joe,” I answered, straightening in my chair. “What’s the update?”“Got something big,” he said, his voice urgent, but low enough that I knew he was being cautious. “I managed to connect with Emily and Chris. Used a secure satellite line. They’re safe for now.”Relief washed over me. “That’s good to hear. And Marc and Luc? What are
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