Elijah’s POVI stood on the green, the crisp autumn air brushing against my skin, golf club in hand. The course was nearly empty—off-peak season had its perks, especially at a place as exclusive as this. It gave me the privacy I needed, away from prying eyes. I tapped my club against the ground, scanning the area again. My guest was late, though I wasn’t too worried. He always had a way of showing up when you least expected him.Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of movement in the distance. There he was, walking toward me with that familiar confident stride—Joe, all the way from France. He hadn’t changed much since the last time I’d seen him. Still sharp, still as calculating as ever.As he approached, I met him halfway, and we exchanged a firm handshake. “Joe,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips. “Good to see you here in the U.S. And I'm glad to know you're not too busy these days.”Joe chuckled, his grip strong. “How can I say no to you, Elijah? After everything we’ve been through befor
Elijah’s POVI sat at the far end of the long table inside the conference room with its glass walls and polished surfaces, drumming my fingers impatiently on the armrest of the leather chair.My lawyer, Marcus Hendrix, sat to my right, calm as ever, flipping through his notes, as if this was just another routine meeting. But for me, nothing about this was routine.I didn’t want to be here. Not for some pathetic attempt at a settlement. I wanted Antoine Laurent behind bars, paying for what he’d done. Every punch, every sneer, every ounce of arrogance he had thrown my way—all of it. The entitled bastard thought he could beat me up and walk away without consequence.Marcus had insisted we say yes to their request for a meeting, though. "Let’s see what they have to say and offer," he had said earlier, cool and pragmatic as always. He knew I didn’t want to settle, but he’d convinced me that hearing them out wouldn’t hurt.I glanced at the clock, every tick making my blood simmer hotter. I
Sophia’s POVIt was late afternoon and I was nursing baby Roxy peacefully in my arms when my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. I knew that Kayla had come to pick up Reese from school. I expected the usual flurry of excitement that came with Reese returning home. But today, when she walked in, her little face was anything but bright. Kayla came in for a while, and I thanked her at once. “No problem, Sophia. But I’m really sorry I have to run. Got an important meeting.” “Oh, no worries,” I replied. “Thanks so much.”After Kayla left, Reese shuffled in, her backpack hanging low, and plopped down on the couch without responding. Her usual sparkle was missing, replaced by an unsettling silence. Normally, she would be all over Roxy, checking in on her and chatting about her day. Today, she barely glanced at her sister.“Hi, sweetie,” I called out, trying to sound cheerful. “How was school? Did something happen?”She shrugged, her eyes fixed on
Sophia’s POVAs I rocked Roxy back to sleep, I tried to keep my thoughts focused. What could be troubling Reese so much that she hadn’t wanted to share it yet? I needed to address it soon, but for now, Roxy's cries were my immediate concern.After a while, Roxy was finally settled and asleep again. I tiptoed back to the living room, where Reese was now quietly curled up on the couch. She looked more at ease, but I knew this wasn't over.It was late by the time Elijah finally walked through the door, his face tired and a bit troubled. He dropped his briefcase by the door and ran a hand through his hair.“Hey,” I said, greeting him with a weary smile. “Have you eaten?”“Yeah,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. “I grabbed something on the way back. How was everything at home?”I took a deep breath, the day’s challenges settling deeply into my bones. “We had a rough afternoon. Reese was upset, and it turns out she’s been having trouble at school.”Elijah's features grew
Sophia’s POVI gripped the steering wheel tightly as Elijah and I drove to Reese's school. “I really hope they do something about it. I hate seeing Reese like this, and she really hasn’t been herself lately.”Elijah nodded, his eyes focused. “We need to get this sorted out. It’s important that Reese feels safe and valued, especially with everything going on.”We arrived at the school and were directed to the administration office, where Mrs. Parker, the head teacher, and Mr. Thompson, the school director, were waiting for us. They greeted us with concerned smiles, and we took seats across from them at a polished oak table.Mrs. Parker folded her hands in front of her. “Thank you for coming in today, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair. We understand you have some concerns about your daughter, Reese.”I took a deep breath, glancing at Elijah before beginning. “Yes, thank you for meeting with us. Over the past few days, Reese has been very upset. Some kids at school have been telling her that having
Emily’s POVMy mind was lost in the rhythmic motions of my work, the soft rustle of fabric, and the click of the needle. I’d been working nonstop for several days now to meet the deadlines for my clients’ fashion needs. As I now listened to the steady beat of the sewing machine, it seemed to calm me down and at the same time place me in the zone. My own studio was a sanctuary for me. The sharp trill of my phone cut through the tranquility. Frowning, I glanced at the screen—an unfamiliar number. I hesitated for a moment before answering.“Hello?”“Ms. Emily? This is Linda, the nanny. I’m afraid I have some troubling news.”My heart skipped a beat. Linda’s voice, usually so calm, sounded very much on edge. “What’s wrong?” I asked, trying to remain calm. “It’s Jared. He’s developed a very high fever. I’m really sorry to bother you, but I think we need to take him to the hospital.”Panic began to engulf me. “Oh my God. Yes, of course. Take him to the nearest hospital. I’ll meet you the
Emily’s POVThe doctor’s face remained grave. “Ms. Emily, I need to inform you that Jared has a weak immune system. He’s more susceptible to illnesses if he’s not properly cared for. The fever could be a sign of something more serious if we don’t manage it correctly.”A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I felt myself struggling to breathe. “I understand,” I managed to say. Phoebe wrapped her arms around me, looking really worried. “It’s going to be okay,” she murmured, trying to be strong and brave for me. At that moment, Linda, the nanny, approached us, her face etched with guilt. “Emily, I’m so sorry. I was busy preparing Jared’s formula and didn’t notice that he had kicked off his blanket. I tried to bring his fever down, but his temperature just kept rising, and he wouldn’t stop crying. That’s when I decided to call you.”I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. “Linda, it’s not your fault. We all did what we could. Thank you for acting quickly and letting me know.”
Emily’s POVThe situation was dire, and I appreciated his offer. But as he stepped closer, his expression filled with a desperate kind of resolve, I knew I couldn’t accept his help.“Your house?” I repeated, still trying to process what he was suggesting.I shook my head firmly. “Thank you, Antoine, but Phoebe and I are fine. We’re already planning to move to a bigger apartment soon. It will give us more space, and I can set up a work area there.”Antoine’s face fell, looking very disappointed. “I see,” he said quietly. “I just wanted to make things easier for you.”“I appreciate that,” I said sincerely. But in my head, a hundred possibilities and questions were running. I certainly can’t stay under one roof with him again! No way! That would never work under any circumstances. And what about Phoebe? Also, that could be risky because it might be easier for Isabelle to have access to Jared!Antoine took a deep breath and nodded reluctantly. “Okay. I understand. If that’s what you need
Sophia’s POVAs I stepped into my car, the cold leather seats sent a sharp chill through me. The afternoon sun, shy but persistent, peeked through scattered clouds, bathing the pristine snow in a gentle radiance. Thankfully, the blizzard had blown over quickly, and the roads were clear enough to navigate. It was the kind of crisp day that made the world feel brand new, but my thoughts were far from fresh.Lucas stood near the entrance of the ski resort, his hands shoved into his coat pockets. He waved, a warm smile on his face as I rolled down my window.“Thanks for coming, Sabrina,” he called, his voice carrying easily in the still air. I forced a polite smile, not knowing how to feel about him still calling me Sabrina up to now, especially after what I'd just discovered about my childhood. “Thanks, Lucas. The resort has so much potential. I’ll send over the updated designs soon.”“I’m looking forward to it,” he said, stepping back. “Drive safe. Roads might still be icy in some spot
Emily’s POVThe biting cold wrapped around me like a vice as the forest settled into an eerie stillness. The sounds of the chase from the night before had faded, but they seemed to continue echoing in my head. My legs ached, my hands were raw, and my breath fogged in the frigid air as I stumbled forward, searching for something—anything—that could serve as a refuge.It’s getting late. I have to find shelter first. The darkness was suffocating, but then, faintly, through the trees, I saw a glimmer of light. My heart leaped as I cautiously approached, praying it wasn’t a trap. What I found instead was a small, dilapidated hunting shack, nearly swallowed by the forest. Its wooden walls were warped, the roof sagging in places, but it was shelter. For now, it was enough.Inside, the air was stale and cold, but at least it shielded me from the howling wind. I found a dusty lantern and managed to light it with trembling hands, its soft glow pushing back the shadows. There was an old cot in
Sophia’s POVThe memory hung in my mind like a shadow, vivid and unsettling. Lucas’s voice—the one I had heard in my dream, the one calling for Sabrina—now felt too real to dismiss as just a fragment of my imagination.I tried to focus on the snow, its mesmerizing dance beyond the glass, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing.And then Lucas stepped closer, his presence pulling me from my turmoil. His eyes searched mine. “What are you remembering?” he asked carefully. I turned to face him fully, my heart thundering in my chest. “It’s… hard to explain,” I began, forcing the words out through the lump in my throat. “I had a dream—a nightmare, really—about when I got lost in the snowstorm as a child. I mean, I already know that it was Morgana who actually left me behind because she’d met with her lover then. But now…”Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “Now what?”“Well, in my dream, I thought I heard Elijah calling my name. He’d been there with his family too, so…”Lucas’s expression tightened, but he s
Sophia’s POVThe view outside the window was breathtaking—snow-dusted hills stretching endlessly under a pale blue sky. The cozy lounge, with its crackling fire and soft golden lighting, felt like the perfect setting for a romantic moment. It should have been calming, but my mind was anything but calm.That photo of Elijah and Victoria burned in my memory. Her sitting so close to him, their laughter captured at just the right moment. It made my chest tighten with anger and something I didn’t want to name—jealousy. The thought alone made me queasy, but it also left me vulnerable. Vulnerable to Lucas.I glanced at him. He stood just a few feet away, his expression soft but intent, watching me like I was the only person in the world. His confession still echoed in my ears, and I couldn’t deny the pull of the moment. It was too perfect, too charged. For a brief, fleeting second, I let myself wonder what it would feel like to bask in his affection, to let myself be swept up in something s
Elijah’s POVThe silence in my office was deafening. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the half-empty coffee cup on my desk. The bitterness clung to my tongue, a reminder of the recent situation in my marriage. Oh, Sophia. What’s happening to us?She’d been consuming my every thought lately. And not in the way she used to. Not with warmth or laughter, but with cold uncertainty. We hadn’t spoken properly since I sent her those flowers. It was my way of saying: I still care about you. She’d thanked me, of course, but there was no follow-up. No deep conversation. I really miss her. God knows how much I miss my wife. We used to talk about everything. The kids. Work. The stupid little things that made up our days. Now? She was busy. Always busy. Late nights at the office. Early mornings. And when she was home, she was either buried in her laptop or tiptoeing around me like I was made of glass. And it wasn’t just work. It was that damn Lucas who found a way to be with her more. Just
Sophia’s POVThe image of Elijah and Victoria stayed with me, eating away at my thoughts like an unyielding tempest. They looked so comfortable together, so... familiar. It wasn’t just Victoria’s presence that unnerved me—it was the way Elijah seemed to let her get close. Is he falling for her? No. No, it’s impossible. But the seed of doubt had been planted, and it was growing faster than I could contain it.We need to talk. Soon. Heart to heart, I resolved, my chest tightening as I fought back a surge of emotion. The silence of the room around me only made the ache sharper, more vivid.Just then, Lucas’s footsteps broke through the quiet, and I quickly pushed my phone back into my pocket. He entered the lounge with a tray balanced in his hands, two mugs of steaming hot chocolate sending up tendrils of inviting warmth.The image of Elijah and Victoria lingered in my mind, gnawing at my thoughts like a relentless storm. They looked so comfortable together, so... familiar. It wasn’t j
Sophia’s POV“Lucas,” I called out, stepping onto the cobblestone path that led to the resort’s grand, albeit faded, entrance. “You’ve got a prime location here.”He emerged from the double doors, his familiar grin warm against the chilly mountain air. “Sophia, welcome. How was the drive up?”“Long,” I admitted, adjusting my scarf as the wind tugged at it. I was bundled up in a navy wool coat, a pair of tan ankle boots, and a thick cream-colored knit scarf. The frosty air bit at my cheeks, and I shoved my gloved hands into my coat pockets for warmth. “But worth it. This place…” I gestured to the sprawling ski resort behind him, its old-world charm dulled by time and neglect. “It’s stunning. Or at least, it has the bones to be.”Lucas chuckled, his gaze lingering on me. “That’s why you’re here. To make it amazing again.”As I stepped closer, I caught the faint scent of pine and woodsmoke clinging to the air, mingling with the crispness of the snow-dusted ground. For a brief moment, the
Sophia’s POVThe sight of Phoebe standing in the doorway took my breath away. She looked so different from the last time I’d seen her—thinner, her cheekbones more pronounced, her posture subdued. But her eyes, wide and shimmering with unshed tears, carried a familiar depth of emotion that struck me instantly. Before I could speak, she stepped forward and wrapped both Kayla and me in a tight embrace.“Phoebe,” I murmured, still stunned. “You’re here.”Her hug felt prolonged, as if she were drawing strength from it. When she pulled back, her hands rested firmly on my arms, her smile wavering slightly. “I couldn’t stay away any longer,” she said, her voice soft but laden with feeling. “I needed to see you.”“We’ve missed you so much,” Kayla said, adjusting Asha on her hip. Asha reached out with a tiny hand, patting Phoebe’s cheek, as if sensing the tension in the air. Kayla smiled gently, her tone as soothing as always. “How have you been?”Phoebe hesitated, brushing a tear from her chee
Sophia’s POV“This is where she works?” Jared asked in awe, looking around Emily’s fashion boutique and studio. Last night, I dreamed of Emily. The memory stayed with me through the morning, compelling me to take Jared to her studio today. I wanted him to see her world, to connect with the pieces of his mother’s life, and perhaps, in the process, learn more about the woman who had given him life.“Yes, sweetie,” I said, kneeling beside him and pointing to a mannequin draped in a half-finished gown. “Your mom spent hours here, creating beautiful designs. She always said fashion was her way of telling a story without words.”Jared tilted his head, studying the unfinished dress. “Did she make this one for someone special?”A lump formed in my throat. “Maybe,” I whispered. “She had so many dreams... and you were always her biggest one.” I guided him to a small table near the sewing area. I pulled out a box filled with swatches of fabric and colorful buttons, things Emily had once used t