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 POVThe cafe was brimming with energy as I sat across from my wife, happily sharing a relaxed conversation with her over lunch. Potted plants hung from the ceiling, their vibrant greens adding a refreshing touch to the cozy interiors and putting me in a rather good mood despite my recent discoveries. Sophia animatedly described her latest design project, her hands moving in lively gestures. “It’s for a seaside mall,” she said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “They want something modern but that still incorporates natural elements—wooden textures, open spaces, lots of natural light.”I smiled, admiring the passion in her voice. “Sounds like the perfect job for you. You’ve always had a knack for making things both elegant and practical. I know you’ll do an amazing job.”Her cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, and she laughed softly. “Thank you. I’ve already started sketching out some ideas, but there’s so much to consider. I’m just hoping I can balance everything.
Sophia’s POV“Are you sure we’re at the right place?” Elijah asked, squinting as he scanned the brightly colored signage above the doors. His hand rested protectively on Jared’s small shoulder, while I carried Roxy’s favorite tote bag stuffed with snacks and toys.“Yes, this is it,” I said with a smile. “The indoor activity center Kayla recommended.”Just then, Reese tugged on my hand impatiently. “Mom, come on! Let’s go in already.”“Alright, alright,” I said, laughing as we stepped through the sliding doors. The sounds of laughter and squeals of children filled the air, mingling with the whir of air conditioning. The place was bustling, with climbing structures, ball pits, and vibrant murals on the walls depicting animals playing in forests and jungles.Before I could take it all in, a familiar voice called out, “Sophia! Over here!”I turned to see Victoria standing by a table near the play area, waving enthusiastically. She was dressed casually in jeans and a light cardigan, lookin
Elijah’s POVThe sound of laughter echoed from the play area. The kids were having a blast, and it was good to see Roxy getting along so well with Royce now. Jared and Reese were joining in here and there, with Reese effortlessly taking on the role of big sister to all of them. It brought a smile to my face—this was the kind of moment we lived for as parents.But the smile didn’t last. My thoughts kept circling back to Victoria. What exactly was her angle? Was I just being paranoid? I hated the thought of her playing some kind of game, especially when Sophia was trying to foster a friendship.Part of me wanted to just confront her, lay everything on the table. But then again, maybe keeping my distance was the better approach. If I could avoid giving her an opportunity to stir the pot, I wouldn’t risk her creating any more drama. I decided to walk out onto the balcony, hoping to enjoy the cool air and the serene view so as to clear my mind.The sound of approaching footsteps broke thr
Sophia’s POV“Why won’t he just tell me?” I muttered under my breath as I sank into the chair, crossing my arms over my chest. My gaze wandered to the kids, their laughter ringing out across the play area. At least they were having a good time.I leaned back, trying to piece together Elijah’s strange behavior. Was it something from before? Maybe he and Victoria had clashed at Morgana’s cafe—something to do with the legal mess. That would explain why he seemed so stiff around her. But if that was it, why not just tell me? We’d promised to be honest with each other, and yet here he was, shutting me out.I sighed, guilt creeping in despite my frustration. Elijah wasn’t acting like a man who was interested in someone else—at least, not romantically. He seemed... wary, almost like he was avoiding a problem he didn’t want to deal with. But what kind of problem?I shook my head, forcing my thoughts back to the present. The kids’ joy was infectious, and I didn’t want to ruin the day by obsess
Sophia’s POVThe car hummed quietly as we drove home, the evening shadows stretching long across the road. I stared out the window, watching the faint glow of passing streetlights. The kids were all asleep in the back seat, their soft breaths filling the silence. Elijah’s hands gripped the wheel, his focus on the road, but I could feel his eyes darting toward me now and then.I shifted slightly in my seat, crossing my arms. My mind was a whirlwind. I couldn’t stop replaying Kayla’s words over and over. Elijah and Victoria on the balcony. Arguing. Why hadn’t he told me? What had she said to him? And why did it feel like he was keeping me at arm’s length?The trust between us—something I’d always considered unshakable—now felt fragile, like a thread stretched too thin.“You’re really quiet,” Elijah said, breaking the stillness. His voice was calm, casual even, but I could hear the undercurrent of concern. “What’s on your mind?”I snapped out of my thoughts. “Hmm?”“You’ve been quiet,” h
Sophia’s POVI began to walk away. But then, something stopped me. If I refuse to communicate with him, it’s going to get worse. We’ve just made up after all those misunderstandings involving Lucas and Camille. And now, Victoria’s destroying us too. I can’t let that happen.I bit my lip, unsure of how to start. “I just... I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me about Victoria. About her being alone with you.”A crease formed on Elijah’s forehead, and he seemed to look conflicted. “Because it didn’t matter. I didn’t think it was worth bringing up and making you upset over something that meant nothing to me.”“But you were already being weird around her even before she approached you on that balcony,” I insisted. “Kayla saw the two of you looking as if you were arguing. What’s up with that? I thought you and I had agreed to be honest?”He took in a sharp breath and then went to take my hands in his. “I’m sorry, Sophia. I really am. I realize now that I should have explained about thi
Sophia’s POVI woke up to an empty bed. My hand instinctively reached out to the space beside me, but it was cold, and the sheets were neatly smoothed over. I checked the clock on the nightstand and groaned. I’d overslept.Panic set in almost immediately. Today wasn’t just any school day—Reese needed art supplies for her project, Jared had a mini show and tell at play school, and Roxy had begged me for her favorite snacks for recess. My head spun with the mental checklist as I threw off the covers and scrambled out of bed.I didn’t even bother brushing my hair, rushing toward the kitchen with a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. What if the kids were still in their pajamas? What if I didn’t have time to make breakfast? What if—?The aroma hit me first: sweet pancakes, sizzling bacon, and a hint of cinnamon. I slowed my pace, my brow furrowing in confusion as the sound of happy chatter drifted toward me from the dining area. Was that… Reese singing?When I reached the dining roo
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.