Elijah’s POVThe silence was suffocating as I leaned forward, my gaze locked onto Lennon’s. His composure was good—too good—but I’d spent years reading people, and I could see it: the faint tension in his shoulders, the barely perceptible wariness in his look. He was hiding something.I let the silence stretch before I spoke with a deliberate tone. “You care about Morgana and Lila, don’t you?”Lennon’s head snapped toward me, his jaw tightening. “Of course I do,” he said sharply. “What kind of question is that?”“Then you should understand why this is a problem,” I continued without flinching. “The threats against the cafe, the vandalism, and now these connections to Les Ombres Écarlates—it all paints a troubling picture. If you’re involved, in any way, you’re putting them directly in harm’s way.”Lennon’s grip on his wine glass tightened, his knuckles whitening. “Those matters are being handled by the investigators and the lawyer,” he said tersely. “I’ve done nothing wrong.”“Yet som
Elijah’s POVI sat down and leaned back in my chair, running a hand over my face as I processed Lennon’s revelation. The room was heavy with tension, but this time it wasn’t born from suspicion—it was the weight of something far bigger.“If the mob suspects you,” I began, “then the threats to Morgana and Lila could be their way of sending a message. To scare you off.”Lennon nodded grimly. “It’s possible. They could be trying to warn me. Or worse.”“But it might not even be them,” Morgana cut in, her voice trembling but steady. “What if it’s someone else entirely? A competitor of the cafe, maybe? Someone who doesn’t want us to succeed?”I turned to her, surprised by the suggestion. “You think that’s likely?”She hesitated, her fingers twisting nervously. “I… I never thought about it before. But we’ve been doing well—really well. Maybe too well for some people.”“Or,” Sophia interjected, her tone thoughtful, “it could be someone with a personal vendetta against Lila. Someone who feels
Sophia’s POVThe gentle strains of jazz music drifted through the room as Kayla and I walked into the upscale hotel bar. The warm lighting reflected off polished wood and sleek glass fixtures, giving the place an intimate, sophisticated ambiance. Waitstaff floated gracefully between the plush chairs and tables, carrying trays of cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. I inhaled deeply, letting the atmosphere settle over me like a comforting blanket. Tonight was about unwinding, about enjoying something for ourselves.“This is perfect,” Kayla said beside me, her eyes scanning the crowd. “I can’t even remember the last time we did something like this.”I laughed softly. “Me neither. Feels like we’re breaking out of the mom-and-wife bubble for a night.”“And I’m here for it,” she quipped, nudging me playfully. “Let’s grab a seat.”We found a cozy corner booth with an excellent view of the small stage, where Adrian’s piano awaited its masterful touch. Just as we settled in, a familiar figure appear
Sophia’s POVAfter the show was done, we were joined by both Adrian and Lila. The energy at our table was lively and infectious as Adrian raised his glass to a toast. "To good friends, a successful show, and hopefully, more nights like this to come," he said, his grin as wide as I'd ever seen."Cheers!" we all chimed in, clinking glasses. “Congratulations to both of you,” I said, glancing between Adrian and Lila. “You were incredible up there. The chemistry, the harmonies—it was all perfect.”Kayla leaned forward, her enthusiasm shining through. “Seriously, though, as the creative director of Raven Media, I feel it’s my duty to ensure that an album comes out of this collaboration. Just imagine—an entire album of your duets.” She gestured dramatically, like a producer unveiling her next masterpiece.Lila blinked, taken aback. “Are you serious?”Kayla nodded emphatically. “Absolutely. You two are magic together. People would love it!”Adrian chuckled, his gaze flickering to Lila. “Well
Sophia’s POVThe world around me seemed to shrink as I stared up at the man I’d bumped into. There was something hauntingly familiar about his deep blue eyes, the way they seemed to search mine, as if he were looking for something long lost. My heart raced, my mind scrambling to place him. Where have I seen him before?He took a step closer, his expression softening, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “Sabrina…”The way he said that name, so quietly yet with undeniable certainty, sent a shockwave through my entire being. My breath hitched as a memory came crashing into my mind, vivid and startling.I was standing in front of the mural at the ice cream parlor, my hands smudged with bright splashes of paint. My younger self beamed with pride as I carefully painted the finishing touches—a swirl of pastel blue for the sky.“Careful,” a familiar voice teased. “You’re gonna drip paint everywhere.”I turned to see a boy standing nearby, his
Sophia’s POVAs I looked into Lucas’s eyes, a flood of memories came rushing back—him trailing me on my way home from school, sitting at the swings in the park just to be near me, and his endless attempts to impress me with silly antics.I found myself grinning as he joined us at the bar. “I think I definitely remember you.” “Took you long enough,” he joked lightly, though there was something deeper in his gaze that made me feel just a little bit uncomfortable. As if I was treading on perilous waters. We all settled at a table. Lucas leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on me. “So, Sabrina,” he said, using the name with a teasing smile, “where did life take you after school?”I smiled, relaxing slightly in his presence. “I used to live in France for a while. Studied design there and worked on a few projects before returning home.”Lucas’s eyebrows lifted with genuine interest. “France? That’s impressive. I always knew you were destined for something cr
Sophia’s POVAs I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t help but think about the kids back home with the nanny. Reese had been excited about her playdate tomorrow, Roxy was fixated on a new puzzle she wanted to finish, and Jared had insisted on showing Elijah his latest drawing. Elijah, however, had been swamped with work. His meeting had run late, and despite wanting to come tonight, he’d apologized and urged me to go ahead without him.“It’s fine,” I had told him. “You’ve been doing so much already. I’ll just catch up with Luana and Lucas.”He said he vaguely remembered Lucas, the scrawny kid who was always hanging around me. According to him, he’d never been jealous, though, because what he and Sabrina had at that time was truly special. I’d laughed at the thought, and I even had a faint memory of a similar conversation we had before about Lucas. At least my husband’s not the jealous type, I thought with relief. He trusts me completely. And now, here I was, stepping into the warmly
Sophia’s POVThe action on the screen was intense, pulling me into its fast-paced chase scenes and sharp-witted dialogue. The tension I’d felt earlier gradually loosened its grip, and I found myself reacting naturally to the twists and turns of the plot.“That was insane!” Lucas whispered at one point, his voice low but animated, as the main character narrowly escaped an explosion.I nodded, laughing softly. “Completely unrealistic, but I love it.”“Exactly,” he replied with a grin, leaning slightly closer as if sharing a secret.For the first time that evening, it felt like I could just enjoy the moment without overthinking. It was no different than watching a movie with Trevis or Kayla—just harmless fun. The weight of guilt I’d carried earlier began to ease.But then, it happened.As the movie entered a quieter, more suspenseful moment, my attention was firmly fixed on the screen. Without warning, Lucas shifted slightly in his seat, his arm brushing against mine. It was a fleeting t
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
Elijah’s POV“All the permits and licenses are in order,” Victoria began, her tone suddenly professional again as her eyes scanned the screen. I felt relieved. “But I’ll double-check the fire safety certifications and food handling records to make sure we’re fully covered.”“Good,” I replied, keeping my tone brisk. “I’ll work on connecting with a few experts to get additional certifications if necessary. It won’t hurt to go above and beyond for now.”She nodded, typing something into her device. “That’s a smart move. It’ll help to counter any claims before they gain traction.”As she spoke, she reached across the desk to grab her pen, her fingers brushing mine. I pulled my hand back instinctively, but she barely seemed to notice—or pretended not to.“Sorry,” she murmured with a faint smile, her eyes briefly flicking to mine before returning to her tablet.I shifted in my seat, brushing it off as an accident until, moments later, she reached up to unclip her hair. The cascading strands