Lila sat in the middle of the hotel bed, staring at her laptop in frustration. She had sent out countless resumes and filled out numerous job applications, but nothing had come of it. Each passing day mirrored the previous one – a monotonous routine of scouring endless job boards and submitting applications that she never got replies to. The hotel room, though clean and comfortable, was starting to feel claustrophobic. Her savings were dwindling, and she didn’t want to touch her alimony or the gracious sum Annabelle had gifted her yet. The anxiety of not finding work was starting to overwhelm her.
Desperation drove her to reach out to Annabelle. She dialed the familiar number, her heart heavy with the weight of her request. Annabelle picked up on the second ring. “Lila, darling. How are you holding up?” Annabelle’s voice was warm and concerned. “Not great,” Lila admitted, her voice small. “I’ve been looking for jobs everywhere, but there are so few openings and I haven’t gotten a single interview. I…I don’t know what to do, Annabelle. I need to keep myself busy, to stop my heart from reminding me of James. But there’s just nothing out there, it’s like I’m invisible.” Annabelle’s silence was thoughtful before she spoke again. “I understand Lila. You need a fresh start. Let me make some calls and see what I can find. I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” “Thank you, Annabelle. I really appreciate it,” Lila said, feeling a small glimmer of hope. True to her word, Annabelle called back later that afternoon. “Lila, I found something that might be perfect for you. It’s a position at a bookshop in a cute little town, Sea’s Edge, about four hours away from here. The pay isn’t spectacular, but I have a house in that town, and you’re welcome to stay there rent-free until you get back on your feet.” Lila’s eyes filled with tears of gratitude. “That sounds wonderful, Annabelle.” She loved books, and the idea of living by the sea was beyond appealing. “Thank you, thank you so much. You’re a life saver.” Annabelle chuckled softly. “Think of me as your fairy godmother, minus the pumpkin carriage. The shop owner is named Marcus. He’s expecting you, so once you get to the town, just ask for him. He’s a good man, and I think you’ll like working there.” Lila felt a weight life off her shoulders. For the first time since she had started her job search, she felt a genuine spark of hope. “Annabelle, you’re the closest thing to family that I have. You don’t know how much this means to me.” Annabelle’s voice softened. “You are family, Lila. And family helps each other out. Now, start packing. You’ve got a new life waiting for you.” Lila hung up, her heart lighter than it had been that morning. She quickly packed what little she had unpacked. Most of her luggage were still in the exact way she’d brought them to the hotel. As she folded her clothes and gathered her personal items, her mind wandered to thoughts of the seaside town and the bookshop. She felt like Belle! The idea of living near the ocean filled her with a sense of peace. She had always found the sea soothing, with its endless waves and salty air. And working in a bookshop felt like a dream come true. She could lose herself in the world of fiction, surrounded by stories and adventures that would help her heal from the pain of the past few weeks. As she carefully placed a framed picture of her parents on top of her suitcase, a pang of loneliness struck her. As an only child who had lost both her parents within a few years of each other, Lila had always craved a close-knit family. James, for a brief time, had filled the void. But Annabelle’s unwavering support had shown Lila that true family wasn’t necessarily bound by blood. Annabelle, with her fierce protectiveness, had become the closest thing to family Lila had. Lila finished packing and sat down at the small desk in the hotel room. She pulled out her phone and stared at James’s number, her finger hovering over the delete button. Memories of their life together flashed through her mind – the happy moments, the laughter, the love she had once felt for him. But those memories were tainted now, overshadowed by betrayal and heartbreak. Now, his name mocked her from the contact list. Taking a deep breath, Lila pressed the delete button. She watched as his number disappeared from her few contacts, feeling a sense of finality. This was the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. She would move on, and build a new life for herself. With her suitcases packed and ready, Lila took one last look around the hotel room. It had been a refuge but now it was time for her to leave. She felt nervous, but also excited as she thought of the drive ahead. Sea’s Edge was waiting for her, with a fresh, new beginning. The next morning, Lila checked out of the hotel and loaded her suitcases into the truck of her car with the help of the hotel’s valet. The sun was shining brightly, a good omen for the journey ahead. She plugged the address Annabelle had given her into the GPS and took a deep breath before starting the engine. The drive was long, but scenic. As she left the city behind, her sense of relief only increased. The traffic steadily thinned, and the landscape changed from sky rise buildings congested streets of people and animals to open fields and bungalows. Lila drove with the windows down, letting the fresh air whip through her hair. The tension slowly left her shoulders. As she neared Sea’s Edge, following the guide of her GPS almost religiously, the air grew saltier and the scent of the ocean became more pronounced. Lila felt a thrill of anticipation as she drove down a low hill and caught a glimpse of the sparkling blue sea. The town itself was charming, with quaint cottages, colorful shops and narrow streets lines with the greenest bushes and shrubs. She found the bookshop easily – it was a small, inviting building with a sign that read “Seaside Reads.” Lila parked her car and took a moment to compose herself before stepping out. This was it, her new beginning. She walked into the shop, and the bell above the door chimed softly. The smell of new books and polished wood enveloped her, making her feel instantly at home. She glanced around, taking in the shelves filled with books of all genres, cozy reading nooks, and a counter at the back where a tall, kind-looking man stood. He looked up as she approached, a friendly smile spreading across his face. “Hello there! It’s not everyday you see a new face in Sea’s Edge. You must be Lila,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Marcus Lowes. Annabelle told me you’d be coming.” Lila shook his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude. Yes, that’s me. Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity.” Marcus waved away her thanks. “It’s my pleasure. Anyone Annabelle vouches for is welcome here. Let’s get you settled in and then we can go over your duties.” Lila spent the next hour with Marcus, learning about the shop and her responsibilities. The work was straightforward but enjoyable – helping customers find books, organizing shelves, and managing the register. She loved the atmosphere of the shop already and she hadn’t even started working yet. Afterward, Marcus walked her to Annabelle’s house, which was just a few blocks from the shop. It was a charming, cozy cottage with a garden in front and a view of the sea from the back. Lila felt tears prick her eyes as she took in the sight. It was perfect. “Annabelle wanted you to feel at home,” Marcus said, handing her the keys. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” Lila thanked him and stepped inside, her heart swelling with gratitude and love for Annabelle. The interior was just as lovely as the outside – comfortable furniture, warm colors, and personal touches that made it feel like home. She set her suitcases down in the bedroom and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long while. This was her new home, and she was ready to leave the past and embrace whatever the future held. That evening, as she stood on the back porch, watching the sun set over the ocean, Lila felt determined. She had been through so much but with Annabelle’s help, she had found a place where she could rebuild her life. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts. When she reached Annabelle’s number, she smiled and sent a quick message of thanks. As the sky darkened and stars began to appear, Lila felt a tear roll down her cheek. But this time, it was out of happiness and joy.Disoriented sunlight streamed through unfamiliar woven blinds, pulling Lila from sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was met with an unfamiliar ceiling. She sat up with a start, her mind foggy. Where was she? The memories came flooding back - her husband's betrayal, his mistress, the separation. She was at her sister-in-law's beach home, a temporary refuge. The tranquil turquoise walls of the master bedroom of Annabelle's beach house were a stark contrast to the beige tones of her own carefully curated room in the house that was no longer her home. She gazed around the room, taking in the decor. The walls were adorned with shells and driftwood, a far cry from her own elegant and modern style. The bedspread was a vibrant floral pattern, and the furniture was worn and cozy. It was a beachy, laid-back vibe that was foreign to her, but she appreciated the warmth and comfort it exuded. The rhythmic crash of waves replaced the usual city sounds, and the salty tang in the air was a wo
The man fumbled with the melting gelatos, abandoning them on a nearby table with a soft plop. His hurried steps faltered slightly as Lila rose, her hand instinctively reaching out to shield the children. "Excuse me, sir," Lila said, her voice calm but firm, "but I'll need to see some identification before you take them." His face contorted in disbelief. "Identification? They're my children!" The little girl burrowed deeper into Lila's embrace, while Aaron peeked out from behind her with wide eyes. Their apprehension only intensified Lila's concern. "I apologize for any inconvenience," she continued, "but I can't simply release them without verification." The man introduced himself, sputtered in outrage. "This is outrageous! You have no right to question me!" Lila met his gaze steadily. "If you're their father, then showing identification shouldn't be a problem, should it? Otherwise, I'll be forced to call the authorities." The tension crackled in the air just as the books
Dominic's drive home with Aaron and Winnie was filled with an uncomfortable silence. He couldn't shake off the feeling of regret that had been building up since he stormed into the bookstore. He had overreacted, and he knew it. He gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, knuckles white against the worn leather. The crisp sea air whipping through the car offered a welcome contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him. Shame gnawed at him, a bitter aftertaste to the initial surge of relief that had flooded him upon finding Aaron and Winnie safe. In his frantic state, fueled by a terror he refused to acknowledge at the time, he hadn't stopped to consider things from the shop clerk's perspective. She'd been responsible, watchful, the very picture of someone entrusted with children's safety. The memory of her calm demeanor, the way she'd scooped Winnie into her arms, contrasted harshly with his own bluster. Logic whispered, loud and clear, that if a stranger had tried to snatch Aar
Dominic sank into the worn leather armchair in his living room, staring blankly at the flickering television screen. The day had been long and filled with stress. Between managing the endless demands of his company and juggling the responsibilities of single parenthood, he felt like he was constantly teetering on the edge of exhaustion. The argument with Lila, Marcus's new employee, had only added to his burdens.He pulled out his phone and dialed Marcus’s number. His brother answered on the second ring.“Hey Marc, it’s Dominic. I wanted to talk about what happened today.”There was a pause on the other end before Marcus’s familiar voice came through. “Hey, Dom. I figured you’d call.”Dominic sighed, rubbing his forehead as he tried to find the right words. “I know I made a terrible first impression with your new employee-”“Lila.”“Yeah, Lila. I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean to come off as such a jerk.”Marcus’s tone was understanding but firm.
Lila locked up the cash register and checked her watch. It was almost closing time, and the bookstore was winding down from a busy day. The setting sun cast long shadows through the shop's front windows, bathing the shelves in a warm, golden glow. Marcus was in the back, sorting through the day’s receipts and preparing for the next morning’s inventory. Lila grabbed her coat, gave Marcus a wave, and stepped outside into the crisp evening air.As she walked to her car, she couldn’t help but think about Dominic and their rocky first encounter. He was such a different man from Marcus, with his snapping and rudeness, but remembering Marcus’s words, Lila decided to cut Dominic some slack. Everyone had their bad days, and perhaps Dominic's had been particularly tough.The drive home was short and scenic. The cozy beach house she now lives in was more of a cottage than a house, a far cry from the grand mansion she had shared with her ex-husband, James, but it was a place she could c
The dining room of the family estate was lit with the soft glow of chandeliers, casting a warm light over the elegantly set table. The aroma of roast chicken hung heavy in the air as Annabelle speared a green bean with her fork, but she could barely taste her food. She was too focused on the scene unfolding before her. James, her brother, sat beside Rachel, the woman who had wrecked his marriage to Lila. Rachel was playing the part of the sorrowful, heartbroken woman, lamenting the loss of her baby with a quivering voice and sad eyes. Her mascara-rimmed eyes welled up dramatically. Annabelle’s mother patted Rachel’s hand sympathetically, while their father sat at the head of the table, his face a mask of thinly veiled irritation. “I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to eat properly again,” Rachel murmured, pushing a piece of lettuce around her plate with a fork. “The grief is just too much. I was so looking forward to being a mother.” She sniffled, dabbing at her eyes w
Lila couldn’t help but let her mind drift as she worked her shift at the bookshop. The conversation she was supposed to have with Dominic later that evening kept replaying in her thoughts, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on the tasks at hand. Her eyes kept flicking toward the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until she could finally clock out and meet him. It wasn’t long before Marcus, who was busy at the counter, noticed her distracted behavior. He didn’t miss much when it came to his employees, and today was no exception. He smirked as he caught her glancing at the time again. “You seem pretty eager to get out of here today, Lila. Got plans?” he teased lightly. Lila tried to brush it off, feeling a bit awkward. “Oh, no, just, you know, looking forward to a quiet evening,” she said, her voice a little too quick to be convincing. Marcus wasn’t buying it. He reached for a damaged book that had been set aside for repair, one with wat
Dominic drove her to a cozy, family-owned seafood restaurant nestled on the outskirts of Sea’s Edge. He smiled as they pulled into the small parking lot, the familiar scent of the sea mingling with the aroma of fresh-cooked food. "This place is my favorite in town," he said, glancing at Lila. "They make the best crab-stuffed flounder you’ll ever have." As if on cue, Lila’s stomach growled loudly. Her eyes went wide with embarrassment, but Dominic just burst out laughing, the sound loud and genuine. The tension that had lingered between them melted away in that instant. "Guess that settles it," Dominic said, still chuckling. "You definitely need to eat. Did you even have lunch today?" Lila shook her head, trying to stifle a smile. "Just breakfast," she admitted. Dominic sighed playfully and shook his head. "We’ll have to fix that. You’re in for a treat here." They stepped out of the car, and the rich smell of seafood hit Lila immediat
Her phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. She glanced at it absently—it was a message from one of the servants, asking if she wanted tea before bed. She quickly sent a polite decline. Tea wouldn’t fix the turmoil in her chest. Instead, she sent Lila a short text, telling her she might come and see her this weekend. Right now, Sea’s Edge seemed more inviting than ever.She sat down at the small vanity by the window, staring at the moonlit reflection of the garden outside. Her mind wandered again to Andre. What was it about him? She hadn’t intended to let the kiss happen. She was confused and unsure of her own emotions. But then, his presence had been so consuming, so undeniable. And now she was left trying to piece together what that kiss meant. Why had she let it happen? Why had she felt so drawn to him? Her thoughts were spiraling. She knew she shouldn’t have kissed him. She didn’t even know him, not really. He was just another complica
“I won’t go back to being some filthy mistress, James!” Rachel screamed, her voice rising in pitch with each word. “I won’t be the one people look at with disgust every time I walk into a room. And now you’re going to leave me too? After everything I’ve done for you?”James finally turned to face her, and for a brief moment, Annabelle saw something in his eyes—a flicker of something soft, something desperate, as he held her shoulders gently. He rubbed them in an attempt to calm her down, but Rachel was having none of it.“I don’t want to go back to Lila,” James said, his voice low and strained. “I’ve already told you that. But you have to be patient. We’re in a tough spot right now. The Winters contract... if we don’t get it back, the company... everything’s at risk.”Rachel’s face twisted in frustration, and Annabelle could see the way her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She was clearly not in the mood for patience.“Patience? Patience!?” Rachel
Annabelle’s mind was a storm as she drove home, the quiet hum of the car’s engine doing little to settle the chaos raging inside her. She couldn’t stop replaying the kiss with Andre. Her body still remembered the heat of it, the sharp edge of his hands on her skin, the firm press of his lips against hers. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to forget how quickly it had ended—how swiftly she had pulled away from him, shoving aside any budding feelings as if they were a distant and irrelevant threat. She had told him it meant nothing. She had forced herself to believe it.The kiss had been a mistake. There was no way around that. She knew better than to indulge in anything that could cloud her judgment. Andre Winters had the power to make or break her family. And for all the chemistry that had crackled between them, for all the ways he had made her feel seen and wanted, it was dangerous. His interests were tangled in business, in a world where emotions didn’t belong.The nagging voice i
Lila froze, the spark of recognition lighting up her eyes as she remembered seeing the scandal splashed across headlines. The media had dubbed it “The Lowes Low”—a twisted play on Dominic’s last name, and a reference to how low a person could sink. She remembered how every tabloid and news outlet had latched onto the story: Maria, desperate to secure more money, had orchestrated her own children’s kidnapping, thinking it would help her case. Dominic watched her as the memories came flooding back.“She planned it all,” he murmured, exhausted. “But Marcus—he hired a private investigator to follow her. That’s how we found them.”The images from those articles were still fresh in Lila’s mind, the ones that detailed how Maria had left her own children in a rundown apartment with nothing but candy to eat, only seeing them every few days as she took their father to court for every penny he had. Her throat
But as the movie approached its end, Lila’s smile began to fade. She noticed that something seemed off. A subtle shift in tone crept in—a quiet, haunting sense of melancholy that lingered just under the surface. It was almost unnoticeable, and Aaron and Winnie, still engrossed, didn’t seem to notice. Elara and Finn eventually reached a tower hidden by fog, where, they were told, an evil witch had imprisoned their mother. The children, with the help of the friends they’d made, bravely faced the witch, banishing her and freeing their mother at last. But when the mother embraced her children, the animation took on an odd, faded quality, the colors dulling slightly, though the characters’ joy remained. The final scene showed the three of them reunited, a snowy landscape stretching out behind them.Then came the twist, so subtle that only an adult could catch it: a soft voiceover from Elara, whispering to her brother that everything would be okay now,
When they returned, Dominic had just finished setting their plates on the coffee table. The slight tension in his face eased when he noticed Lila carrying Winnie, and when the little girl sleepily murmured, "Daddy," he seemed to visibly relax, his lips curving into a quick, grateful smile aimed at Lila. Dominic reached out, gently lifting Winnie from Lila’s arms and setting her on his lap.Aaron, far too focused on the movie to pay attention to dinner, darted toward the DVD player. He expertly removed the disc from its plastic case and popped it into the player, moving with the kind of confidence that showed he’d done it a hundred times. As he nestled himself between Lila and Dominic, he seemed to barely contain his excitement, his small frame practically vibrating with it.As the opening scenes of The Waiting Place began to play, Aaron leaned over to Lila, whispering, "You’re so gonna enjoy this."Winnie, who was now wide awake, shushed him im
In the kitchen, Dominic focused on making a simple, familiar dinner—spaghetti with a mild tomato sauce and homemade meatballs, suitable for both the kids and Lila. He chopped fresh basil and sprinkled it into the sauce, stirring until the aroma filled the room. It was easy, quick, and one of the kids’ favorites. Winnie, who had a fussier palate, would at least eat the noodles if the mood struck her, and Aaron always loved rolling the spaghetti onto his fork like a pro.Meanwhile, in the living room, Lila sat with Aaron on the floor, sorting through Dominic’s impressive DVD collection of animated children’s films. It was a surprisingly massive selection; with nearly every popular kid’s movie she could think of—and many she hadn’t even heard of. It felt like a small treasure trove, like Dominic had quietly built up his own library to keep Aaron and Winnie entertained."How about this one?" she suggested, pulling out a bright gree
Just as Annabelle was about to take a deep breath and relax, Andre reappeared with two mocktails in hand, his expression one of feigned innocence."Here we go," he said, setting the drinks down in front of her. "I thought you might need a little something after that... torturous exchange."Annabelle raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were going to save me."He smirked, the glint in his eye mischievous. "Oh, I was, but I changed my mind. You see, I had to sacrifice you to her. She’s obviously really into me, and I had no choice but to let you face her alone to save myself. But you survived, didn’t you?"For a moment, Annabelle stared at him, not quite understanding. And then, the meaning of his words hit her. Her lips parted in a surprised laugh, the sound bubbling out of her before she could stop it. Andre’s mischievous grin was contagious, and before she knew it, the weight of the day seemed to lift, if only for a moment.As the laugh
They found a nearby bench, surrounded by hanging plants and soft sunlight streaming through the glass roof, and settled down. Annabelle felt her tension begin to ease. It wasn’t as if she was unaware of the dangerous position she was in—she couldn’t forget for a second that Andre had the power to crush her family with the flick of his wrist. But for now, in this quiet space, she allowed herself to pretend she lived a much more normal life. She forgot about her father’s frantic desperation and the threat Andre posed. In the bubble of their easy banter, the power dynamics seemed to blur, leaving just two people talking in a quiet garden.The hours seemed to slip by as they talked— business, the weather, small things that made her forget the weight of her responsibilities. Annabelle found herself surprisingly at ease with him.It wasn’t long before she realized that she was enjoying his company. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, something that made her feel