Lucas’s POVI woke up early, the sound of the city outside barely a hum. My mind was already racing, filled with thoughts of Emily—thoughts I’d never had before. I was determined to make up for lost time, to prove to myself, to Mandy, and to Emily that I could be the father she needed. I hadn’t known about her for three years, and that thought ate at me every day. But I am here now. I was going to make sure I did everything I could to be there for her. After we all got back to New York, the first few weeks were a blur of planning. I took Emily to the park, just the two of us, and we spent hours there. She was shy at first, watching me from behind her little pink backpack, but slowly, she began to warm up. I pushed her on the swings, and she laughed, her high-pitched giggle filling the air. “What’s your favorite color, Emily?” I asked one afternoon, as we sat on the grass eating ice cream. She looked at me, her eyes wide with curiosity, and then shyly mumbled, “Pink.” “Pink?”
Emily’s POVI was sitting on the couch, my legs swinging back and forth, when I looked at Mom and Lucas. They weren’t talking to each other. It wasn’t like when Mom and I were having dinner with Auntie Wendy or when we played games and everyone laughed. They were just sitting there, not looking at me, not looking at each other. It made me feel funny inside, like when I see someone sad but I don’t know why. I didn’t like it. “Mommy,” I said, pulling on her sleeve. She looked down at me, and I smiled. I liked it when she smiled at me. “Why don’t we all have dinner together? Like a family.” Mommy blinked, like she didn’t know what I meant at first. Then she looked at Lucas, and for a second, I thought she was going to say no. But then she nodded, and her lips stretched into a small smile. It wasn’t a big smile, but it was still a smile. “Okay, sweetie. We can do that.” I liked it when we're together. I liked when everyone was at the table, and we talked about silly things, like
Lucas’s POVThe sound of tiny footsteps echoed through the house, and I couldn’t help but smile as Emily darted past me, her little giggle filling the air. It had been a few weeks since I started making more of an effort to connect with her. The last thing I wanted was to remain a stranger in her life. I was her father, whether she understood that yet or not, and I needed to be there for her in ways I hadn’t been before.Today was different. Today, I had planned something special—just the two of us. Mandy had agreed to give us some space, and as much as it pained me to be away from her, this was about Emily. She needed me and I needed to be the father she deserved."Emily!" I called out as she zipped past me. She stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Yes, Lucas?" she asked, her voice bright with innocence.I smiled, kneeling down to her level. "How about we go out today? Just you and me?"Her face lit up, and she bounced on her toes. "Really? Where are we going?"I g
Mandy's POVReaching home, I didn’t know how I had gotten to this point. One moment, I was walking away with Emily, trying to shield her from the heavy conversation that Lucas had started, and the next, I was standing in the kitchen, my hands shaking as I stared at the empty coffee cup in front of me. I had wanted to protect Emily from all of this—the pain, the confusion, the weight of the truth. But Lucas... Lucas had opened a door that couldn’t be closed again. And now, I had to figure out how to handle it and how to handle him.Then, I heard the door open behind me and tensed. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. I could feel his presence, the pull of his energy, even if he wasn’t saying a word."Mandy," Lucas said, his voice low. "We need to talk."I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. "What is there to talk about, Lucas?" I finally asked, my voice tight. "You’ve already said enough."He walked closer, his foot
Lucas’s POVThe weight of Mandy’s words still lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. She wasn’t the only one who made mistakes, she said. And in that moment, I realized that maybe I had been too focused on my own guilt to see hers. Maybe, we had both been wrong. But there was more to the story, something I wasn’t seeing—something that had been hidden from me all these years.I leaned back against the couch, my mind racing. I needed to understand. I needed to know why Mandy had really walked away, why she had kept Emily from me for so long. There had to be more to it than just her shutting me out. There had to be a reason why she’d kept me in the dark about Emily’s existence. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that maybe it wasn’t just her choice.The sound of my phone vibrating on the coffee table broke my thoughts. I glanced at the screen—an unknown number. Hesitantly, I picked it up."Hello?" I answered, trying to shake off the lingering tension in my chest.
Lucas’s POVThe letter still clutched in my hand, my heart raced as I paced the living room, the weight of the revelation pressing down on me. Mandy had written it. She had been pregnant, and I had no idea. All these years, I had blamed her for shutting me out, for keeping Emily from me. But now, I understand. I understood the fear, the hesitation, the uncertainty that had driven her decisions. And it hit me hard—too hard.I needed answers. There was no way I could keep going without knowing the full truth. I had to confront Grandma Claire. She was the one who had kept me from Emily, the one who had kept me in the dark for so long. She had to know something more. She had to.I grabbed my coat and stormed out of the apartment, my mind already racing through the possibilities. What had she known? Why hadn’t she told me about Emily? Why had she let me believe that everything was fine when it was anything but?Grandma Claire’s house was quiet when I arrived. The tall, ivy-covered house l
Emily’s POV I sat on the soft rug in our living room, my favorite stuffed bunny clutched tightly in my arms. Mommy was sitting on the couch, her eyes glued to the TV, but I wasn’t paying attention to the show. My mind was full of questions, and I had to ask her. I had been thinking about it for days, and now, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. "Mommy?" I said, my voice small but curious. She turned her head, giving me a soft smile. "Yes, sweetie?" I looked at her, trying to find the right words. "Who is Lucas?" Mommy’s smile faltered just for a second, and she shifted uncomfortably on the couch. I could tell she didn’t like it when I asked about him. But I didn’t understand why. I liked him. He was nice to me when we saw him, and I liked the way he talked to me, like I was important. But sometimes, when we were at his house, Mommy didn’t seem happy. She would look at him like she was mad, but also sad, like she wanted to cry. I didn’t understand why. "Lucas is... someone Mommy us
Writer’s POVHowever, the air in the room was thick with tension, each word that passed between Lucas and Mandy only adding to the weight. They stood on opposite sides of the living room, both frustrated, both unwilling to back down, yet neither truly understanding the other’s pain. The distance between them wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, and it seemed to grow with each passing day.Lucas’s jaw was clenched as he crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes, usually so calm and collected, now blazed with frustration. "You still don’t trust me, do you?" he asked, his voice low but sharp.Mandy stood near the kitchen counter, her hands gripping the edge as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. She looked at him, her face a mixture of exhaustion and exasperation. "It’s not about trust, Lucas," she snapped. "It’s about reality. You think everything can be fixed with a smile and a nice gesture, but it’s not that simple. We’ve both made mistakes, and there’s no easy way to
Mandy’s POVSilence settled over the house and it was deafening. It was the kind of silence that came after a storm had passed, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. I sat in the living room, my gaze fixed on the floor, lost in the whirlwind of emotions that had taken over me.The chaos, the fear, the uncertainty. it all felt like it had happened in a blur, and now, in the aftermath, it was hard to know what to hold on to.Lucas sat across from me, his face etched with exhaustion. His usual confident demeanor had been replaced with a weariness that spoke volumes. We had just survived the worst of it, but the reality of what we had faced, and what was still to come, weighed heavily on both of us.He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes dark with the burden of the choices he had made. “I never thought it would come to this,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “I never imagined that it would get this far.”I nodded, unable to find the words to comfort him. The truth was,
Lucas’s POVHowever, the air was thick with tension as I stood in the dimly lit warehouse, the sound of my own breathing the only thing keeping me grounded. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins. I had set the trap, and now, the moment of reckoning had arrived.I glanced around, the cold concrete walls of the abandoned building pressing in on me. The place was empty—save for the figure standing at the far end, his silhouette barely visible in the shadows. Damian.He had taken the bait. He had come, just as I knew he would. But I wasn’t sure if I was ready for what this moment would bring. What I had learned about him, about his connections, his twisted motivations—none of it had prepared me for the confrontation that was about to unfold.Damian stepped forward, his face emerging from the shadows, his expression unreadable. There was no warmth in his eyes, just cold, calculating fury. He knew exactly what this was. He knew I had set him up, and he wasn’t
Lucas’s POVThe weight of the plan settled heavily on my shoulders as I sat in the dimly lit office, the stack of files in front of me a constant reminder of everything that was at stake. Damian had made it clear—he wouldn’t stop until he had everything he wanted. He’d crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed. And now, it was time to turn the tables.I ran a hand through my hair, my eyes flicking over the information I had painstakingly gathered. Damian’s network was vast, complex, and deadly. Every step I took felt like walking on a razor’s edge, and one wrong move could cost us everything. But it was the only move left.I leaned back in the chair, staring at the map of connections and safe houses spread across the table. The walls felt like they were closing in, but I knew I couldn’t afford to hesitate. Damian was playing a dangerous game, and if I didn’t play it better, I’d lose everything—Mandy, Emily, and even my own life.The plan was simple, in theory. I would feed
Mandy’s POVThe front door creaked open, and my heart skipped a beat. I rushed to my feet, my breath catching in my throat as I saw Lucas standing there, Emily in his arms, her small face pale and her eyes wide with fear. My heart ached at the sight of her, but relief flooded me all the same. They were home. They were safe.“Thank God,” I whispered, rushing to meet them. Lucas’s eyes met mine, a silent message passing between us—one of exhaustion, relief, and something else I couldn’t quite place. He gently placed Emily down on the couch, where she curled up, her little body trembling despite the warmth of the house. I knelt beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my fingers trembling as I tried to comfort her. “Hey, baby,” I murmured softly. “You’re safe now. You’re okay.”But Emily didn’t respond. She just clung to me, her small arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I could feel her fear, her confusion, and it broke me inside. I wanted to shield her from all of this,
Lucas’s POVEmily’s soft sobs tugged at my heart, but I kept her behind me, shielding her small body with my own. The men blocking the doorway were like wolves, circling their prey. I could see it in their eyes—the malice, the hunger for violence. Damian had chosen them well. “You think you can just walk out of here?” one of them taunted, his voice a low growl. I didn’t respond. Words wouldn’t save us. Action would. Emily’s trembling hand clutched at the back of my shirt. “lucas?” she whispered, her voice so faint it nearly broke me. I glanced back at her, her tear-streaked face lit by the faint glow from the hallway. My heart shattered, but I forced myself to focus. “Stay close to me, sweetheart,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Her trust in me was absolute, and that trust gave me strength. I turned back to the men, my grip tightening on the gun in my hand. “Step aside,” I said, my voice low and cold. “This is between me an
Lucas’s POVThe clock was ticking. Each second that passed felt like a lifetime, the weight of the situation pressing down on me with increasing force. Emily was out there, and I had no idea where. Damian had her, and I couldn’t let him get away with it. Not this time. I stood in the middle of my office, the room filled with the tense energy of the small team I’d assembled. The investigator, whose calm demeanor had been a constant through this ordeal, sat at the desk, his laptop open in front of him. Across from him was the former associate of Damian’s, a man who had his own reasons for wanting to see Damian fall. His eyes were sharp, his face hardened by years of dealing with people like Damian, but there was something else there—something that told me he was just as determined as I was to bring this to an end.“Where do we stand?” I asked, my voice low, my patience wearing thin.The investigator looked up, his face tense. “We’ve got a lead. It’s not much, but it’s something. Damia
Mandy’s POVThe sun was setting, casting a soft golden glow across the backyard as I watched Emily play. Her laughter echoed through the air, a sound that always brought a sense of peace to my heart. She was chasing after her dog, with her small feet pounding against the grass as she giggled, her innocence and joy so pure it made everything else seem insignificant.But that moment of peace was fleeting as I had turned my back for just a few seconds to grab a drink from the kitchen, the sound of Emily’s laughter still in my ears as I moved inside. It wasn’t long—just a few minutes, but when I returned, the backyard was silent. Too silent.“Emily?” I called, stepping out into the yard. My heart skipped a beat when I didn’t hear her response. I scanned the area, my eyes darting over every corner, every tree. There was no sign of her.I felt the first stirrings of panic in my chest. “Emily?” I called again, louder this time, my voice trembling. Still no response. My heart began to race as
Lucas’s POVIf anything, the more I learned about Damian’s reach, the more dangerous it seemed. And as much as I wanted to protect Mandy and Emily, as much as I was determined to expose Damian for the monster he was, I knew we couldn’t do it alone. I needed help. And not just any help but from someone who knew Damian better than anyone else. Someone who had been burned by him.That’s how I found myself sitting in a dimly lit bar on the outskirts of the city, a place where shadows seemed to gather and whispers were the only currency. The man I was meeting wasn’t someone I’d ever expected to trust, but desperate times called for desperate measures. His name was Derek, and he had once been one of Damian’s closest associates before things went south. Now, he was a man with a grudge—and a lot of useful information.Derek had always been a mystery to me. He was sharp, calculating, and always one step ahead of everyone else. I’d heard rumors about him—rumors that said he was just as dangerou
Mandy’s POVI sat across from Lucas, his face tight with anxiety, the evidence and Damian’s chilling ultimatum laid out between us. His words had been heavy, and as he spoke, I could feel the tension in the room grow thicker with each passing second. He told me everything—the documents, the flash drive, the truth about Thomas, and the dangerous web Damian had spun. But it wasn’t just the evidence that shook me. It was the choice that hung in the air, the one Damian had given us. “Damian wants us to leave,” Lucas said, his voice strained. “He’s offering us a way out. He wants me to walk away from everything—Mandy, Emily, everything—and disappear. If we don’t, he’ll make sure we regret it. He said it would be worse for you and Emily if I don’t agree.” I stared at him, my mind racing, but my heart felt like it was suffocating in my chest. Though,the weight of the decision was suffocating. But I had always known Damian was dangerous, but hearing it from Lucas, hearing the fear in hi