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
Sophia’s POVI was determined to keep the evening light. “Italy sounds amazing. I’ve only been there once when I lived in France. I’ll have to visit again someday, maybe with Elijah and the kids.” I couldn’t help mentioning my family, wanting to sort of remind him that I was off-limits in the romantic sense. Not that he’d indicated anything like that. Not yet, anyway. Lucas nodded, looking bothered for a little bit before he shifted gears, his smile widening. “Do you remember how you’d never sit still during recess? You were always drawing or writing something while the rest of us were playing.”I laughed, shaking my head. “I don’t remember that much detail.”“Well, I do,” he said teasingly. “I was always trying to get your attention. Honestly, I probably annoyed you half the time.”“At least you’re self-aware,” I joked, earning a laugh from him.The more he talked, the more at ease I felt. The awkwardness that had shadowed the evening began to dissipate, replaced by a genuine enjoym
Elijah’s POVBella Sera always exuded a cozy, welcoming ambiance. But today, as I pushed the door open, the air felt different. The usual cheer seemed dampened, and my eyes immediately found Morgana, seated at her usual corner booth, looking visibly aggravated.Beside her sat Detective Marcus Vance, the investigator I had recommended. His presence confirmed what I had already suspected—things had escalated again.As I approached the table, Morgana glanced up, her face briefly softening when she saw me. “Elijah,” she said, her tone strained but grateful. “I was hoping you’d come.”“Of course I’d come,” I said, sliding into the seat across from her. My eyes flicked to Marcus. “What’s the latest?”Morgana handed me her tablet, her fingers trembling slightly. On the screen was the latest smear against Lila, posted on some entertainment blog. The headline screamed sensationalism: Lila, The Diva: How Fame Turned Her Into a Prima Donna.I skimmed the article quickly, my jaw tightening as I r
Elijah’s POV“Do I know you?” I asked the woman in front of me. She paused, amusement crossing her face as she extended a hand. “Victoria Langston. Morgana’s lawyer. We’ve met before— right here at Bella Sera.”Oh, right. It clicked now. I shook her hand briefly, feeling slightly awkward. “Of course. Sorry, it’s been a long day. And don’t worry about this,” I gestured to my soaked shirt. “I’m fine. Really.”But as I glanced at her, I noticed her blazer was completely drenched, the fabric clinging heavily to her shoulders. “You’re actually worse off than me,” I pointed out.Victoria looked down and let out a soft laugh. “You’re right. I hadn’t even realized. But now that you’ve mentioned it… Gosh, the juice is really sticky.” Without hesitation, she put down the glass she was holding and shrugged off the blazer, revealing a tailored blouse underneath. It was form-fitting, and with the fabric still damp, it clung in a way that left little to the imagination.I looked away quickly, sudd
Adrian’s POVLila was tense, her hand cold in mine despite the warm afternoon. I tightened my grip slightly, silently willing her to draw strength from me. Her resilience amazed me, but I could see how deeply these rumors being spread in public about her were affecting her. As soon as we entered, Morgana’s voice rang out. “Lila!” Her tone was a fusion of relief and surprise. Lila froze for a split second before plastering on a polite smile and leading us toward the table where Morgana, Elijah, and an unfamiliar woman sat.“Hi, Mom,” Lila greeted softly, her voice steady despite the strain I could feel emanating from her. “Hi, Elijah.” Her gaze flicked to the woman briefly. “And… hello.”The woman, poised and polished, offered a small smile. “Victoria Langston. I’m your mother’s lawyer.”Lila nodded politely, then glanced at me. I nodded at Victoria as well. “Nice to meet you. I’m Adrian.” Then I turned to Elijah and shook his hand. “Elijah, it’s been a while.” Elijah clasped my han
Adrian’s POVThe Roosevelt mansion came into view as the car eased into the circular driveway, its stately facade bathed in the setting sun. Growing up here, I’d long since grown accustomed to its grandeur—the towering columns, the meticulously trimmed hedges, the way it seemed to command attention. Yet tonight, I barely noticed it. My thoughts were entirely on the woman sitting beside me, her fingers absently toying with her bracelet. “Relax,” I said, throwing her a reassuring smile. “My father’s not as intimidating as he looks. He’s actually… well, decent these days.”Lila gave me a skeptical glance. “Decent? I’ve read about your family, Adrian. You’re practically royalty in this country.”I laughed at her dramatic tone. “You’ll be fine. Trust me.”“Tell me again why you’re bringing me to see him?” she asked as we both stepped out of the car. Laughing, I simply answered, “You’ll find out soon enough.” One of the staff greeted us and led us inside. The interior was just as imposin
Elijah’s POVI walked into Bella Sera, happy to see that it was packed with guests at this time in the afternoon. Fresh from closing a successful business deal, I was in a good mood, but there was a nagging concern for Morgana at the back of my mind. It was why I’d decided to stop by the cafe—to check in and see how she was holding up after she’d left me a series of frantic voicemails.Since I didn’t see her in the dining area, I went straight to her office. The door was ajar, and I could already feel the tension and anger leaking through it. I found Morgana pacing like a caged lioness, her hands gesturing wildly as she muttered to herself. The sight reminded me of the old Morgana— my stepmother who never minced her words or held back when someone crossed her.“I cannot believe this! The audacity, the gall!” she ranted, slamming a folder onto the desk. “This is a targeted attack, Elijah. It has to be. Who else would stoop this low?”“Morgana,” I greeted cautiously, stepping inside. “
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.