Emily’s POVIt felt like I had been holding my breath for hours, my chest constricting with fear and uncertainty. But as Elijah's words sank in—We’ve got her—I finally let it out, slow and shaky. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my nerves. When I opened them, Sophia was next to me, her arm slipping around my shoulders. “It’s going to be okay, Emily,” she whispered. I nodded, not trusting my voice. And then, as if sensing the shift in the room, little Roxy let out a happy, gurgling sound from Sophia’s arms, her tiny face lighting up with a smile. That innocent, joyful noise broke through the tension, and for a moment, everything felt… lighter.I looked down at Roxy, and despite the chaos in my mind, I couldn’t help but smile back at the baby. She didn’t know about the darkness we were fighting. She didn’t know how much pain and chaos Isabelle had caused. She just radiated pure, uncomplicated joy.But the reality of the situation snapped back into place, and I turned to
Emily’s POVI sat quietly on the bench, staring at the still surface of the pond. The park near the hospital had become my escape, a place where I could think. I took a deep breath, the crisp air filling my lungs, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the thoughts of Antoine and Isabelle. How did it come to this? How had I let myself get caught up in their twisted lives?I closed my eyes, the regret heavy in my chest. I wished I had never met either of them. But then, despite everything, my mind drifted to Jared, my sweet baby boy. He was the only light in this dark and tangled web. He was my absolute joy, my everything. Without Antoine, I wouldn’t have him. And for that alone, I couldn’t completely hate him.I let out a sigh, watching the gentle ripples across the pond as the breeze caught the surface. I had no idea how I was supposed to feel. It was all too much, too overwhelming.Suddenly, as if my thoughts had somehow summoned him, I sensed a presence beside me. I turne
Elijah’s POVWhen I walked into the cold room of the prison, the first thing I saw was Isabelle sitting at the table, her usual smug expression on her face. Her confidence radiated through the glass, but I knew better. Beneath the surface, she was rattled, even if she was trying her best to hide it.I sat down across from her, leaning back in my chair, keeping my expression neutral. I didn’t need to play her games.“Elijah,” she said, her voice dripping with that haughty arrogance I knew all too well. “Come to gloat? Or is this another one of your pathetic attempts to feel like a hero?”I didn’t bite. “I just got some good news,” I started, my tone steady. “You can’t bail out. Not yet, at least.”Her smile faltered for just a second, barely noticeable, but I caught it. She quickly regained her composure, flipping her hair back, like she had no care in the world.“Oh, please,” Isabelle scoffed. “This is just temporary. Do you honestly think I’ll stay locked up? My connections—”“Won’t
Elijah’s POVIsabelle’s mask of composure shattered, her eyes darting to the side as if searching for an escape. She recovered quickly, forcing a smirk back onto her face, but I had already seen the fear flash in her eyes.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. I leaned back, crossing my arms, the smallest smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Is that so?” I asked, keeping my voice calm, controlled. “Because it seems like they’ve been quite busy lately. Hiding out, keeping their heads low. I’m sure you’ve noticed. And I heard that the Scarlet Shadows could even be the one helping them here.” She glared at me, not responding right away, but the way her jaw tightened told me I was on the right track. She wasn’t going to make this easy, but I didn’t need her to.“Funny thing,” I continued, casually as if discussing the weather. “Authorities are cracking down on the Scarlet Shadows—every major player is being tracked. It’s only a matter of time before Henry and Julia sli
Sophia’s POVI sat at the kitchen table, my hands wrapped around the warmth of a cup of tea. The steam rose lazily, curling into the air, but I barely noticed it. My mind was too busy, tangled in a mess of thoughts I couldn’t seem to untangle no matter how many cups of tea I drank.Work was its usual chaos. Morgana was being impossible, more demanding than ever, as if she thrived on seeing me bend over backward to accommodate her endless list of “urgent” changes.And then there was Elijah, who had gone to see Isabelle in prison today. Just thinking about it made my grip tighten on the mug. I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened in that grim prison room. Could they really keep her locked up, or would she slither out and be set free again?I sighed, leaning back in my chair. The thought of Isabelle walking free again sent a shiver down my spine. Emily and Jared... even Chris… none of them would be safe if she got out. Isabelle wasn’t the kind of person to just disappear quietly. N
Sophia’s POVThe next morning, I hovered over Roxy’s crib, watching her peaceful breaths. The panic from the night before had faded, and although she’d had a slight fever, she seemed fine now. Still, I couldn’t shake the worry completely. Reese had been beside herself when Roxy wouldn’t stop crying, and for a moment, I had panicked too. But this morning, Roxy was back to her usual, sweet self.I gently touched her forehead, relieved to feel it cool under my fingers. She stirred a little but stayed asleep, and I let out a soft breath.“She’s okay,” Elijah said from behind me, his voice calm and reassuring. I turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, watching me gently. “Her fever broke last night. You don’t have to worry.”“I know,” I replied, though I couldn’t help but still feel that tug of hesitation. “But what if it comes back? I don’t want to leave her today, not when she’s just getting better.”Elijah stepped into the room and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “I’m stayi
Sophia’s POVGod, she’s really testing my patience, I thought as I took a deep breath. But I must stay calm and professional. I proceeded to click through the design renderings, showcasing each updated detail. Lisa, who had helped with the color palette, was on edge, shifting in her seat. Matt leaned in, looking eager to hear Morgana’s thoughts, while Carla gave me a small nod of encouragement.The room fell silent as everyone waited for Morgana’s reaction. Her eyes moved over the images slowly, her expression unreadable. I could feel the tension mounting, especially from the team, who had been dealing with her never-ending demands for weeks. I noticed Lisa’s fingers drumming nervously on the table and caught Matt exchanging a subtle glance with Carla—an eye roll that mirrored the frustration we all felt.Finally, Morgana leaned back in her chair and sighed. “It’s... fine, I guess. But something’s still missing.”Fine? Something missing?!I resisted the urge to clench my fists. After
Sophia’s POVI held my breath, anxiety gripping me.Then, without warning, Emily broke into a wide grin. “The fashion show we’ve been planning is happening soon! It’s pushing through despite everything, and I’d love for you and Kayla to contribute to the set design. And yes, it’ll be paid, of course!”My eyes widened in disbelief as relief washed over me. “Oh my God, you scared me!” I exclaimed, laughter bubbling up. “Of course, we’ll do it for you! That’s amazing!”Emily’s excitement radiated off her. “Really? You’ll help? This means so much to me!”Just then, she seemed to notice Trevis standing there, and her smile faltered for a brief moment. “Oops, sorry to disturb,” she said, her cheeks coloring slightly.Trevis chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s alright! I’ll leave you two for now.” He stood up, giving us a quick wave before stepping out of the room.As soon as the door closed behind him, Emily and I exchanged quick hugs, the weight of the earlier panic lifting. “I’m really happ
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.