AndersonThe hall was emptied out quickly, the sound of polite conversations fading into soft echoes as guests began to leave. My mind wasn’t on the diminishing crowd, though—it was on Kate. Where the hell did she go?Mr. Davis was speaking to me, his tone calm but probing, as though he sensed something was off.“Is everything all right, Anderson?” he asked, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly.“Yeah,” I replied quickly, though my gaze kept darting toward the corners of the room. I couldn’t stop searching, scanning for any sign of kate.Mr. Davis tilted his head, clearly unconvinced, but I didn’t have time to address his concerns.“Excuse me for a moment,” I said, cutting him off mid-sentence and stepping away.I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I walked, dialing Kate’s number. It rang once, twice, then straight to voicemail.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.I made my way through the remaining clusters of guests, checking every corner of the hall. No sign of her. My frustration
AndersonKate didn’t say a word as I gripped her wrist and guided her into the car. The door slammed shut behind her, and the silence was suffocating between us, only interrupted by the soft sound of the engine.I turned to her, barely able to keep my voice calm. “What the hell was that?”Kate arched an eyebrow, her tone icy. “What the hell was what?”“Why are you answering my question with a question?” I snapped, leaning closer. “Are you familiar with Mr. Davis?”Her gaze shifted, but she quickly composed herself. “Mr. Davis?”“Yes, Kate. Mr. Davis Elanzo.”Her expression faltered for just a moment, a flash of something unguarded, but she recovered so quickly that I almost missed it. She shifted slightly, looking out the window.“Why would you even ask me that?” she said, her voice a forced calm.“Don’t deny it,” I warned, my voice low. “You disappeared for half the gala, you looked like a deer in headlights when I introduced you, and the tension between you two could’ve split the
KellyI couldn’t sleep. How could I? My mind was restless, my thoughts tangled up in Anderson and his ridiculous behavior last night. What did he think he was doing, trying to kiss me? The nerve! I gripped the sheets tightly, heat rising to my cheeks. If I hadn’t been so stunned, I would’ve kicked him where it hurts. Shameless man.By the time dawn broke, I was pacing the room. It was our last day in Florence, and I was beyond ready to leave this place and everything it represented behind. Anderson had stirred old wounds, and while I hated to admit it, he’d left a crack in the armor I’d built around myself.“Kelly, you okay?” Adrian’s voice called out from the living room, snapping me back to reality.“I’ll be ready in five minutes!” I yelled back. Harper’s giggles followed, a soothing reminder of what really mattered.By the time I stepped out of the bedroom, Adrian was already standing by the door, Harper bouncing on his hip.“There’s my sleepyhead,” he teased, his eyes flicking ove
AdrianI sat in my home office, staring at the folded piece of nylon bag on the desk. My hands felt heavy, almost reluctant, as I unfolded it. Kelly’s DNA sample. I’d obtained it days ago, though the guilt of doing so had plagued me ever since.The possibility of it being true terrified me more than I wanted to admit.A knock on the door broke my train of thought, and I fumbled with the nylon paper, shoving it into a drawer just as Kelly stepped in.“Hey, Adrian,” she said, her voice calm but purposeful. “I just spoke with Mrs. Kim. She’ll be here later to help with Harper.”I nodded, trying to mask the unease in my chest. “That’s good. Harper will love that.”“She will,” Kelly replied, stepping closer to the desk. Her eyes narrowed slightly as if sensing my discomfort, but she didn’t press. Instead, she leaned against the doorframe. “So, what’s keeping you here today? You don't have work?”I hesitated, searching for an excuse. “Just catching up on a few things,” I said, my voice st
KellyThe moment I stepped into my office, the sight of a vibrant bouquet of flowers on my desk made me pause. My heart raced, the instant rush of anxiety creeped over me. Flowers? From who? Not again. I wasn’t expecting this.I approached the bouquet cautiously, scanning for a note. My fingers brushed against the card kept underneath, and I slid it out, unfolding it with a face of curiosity and anxiety.‘Welcome back, Ma’am. You’ve been missed. Love, Clara.’A wave of relief and warmth spread through me as I recognized her handwriting. Clara….of course. Only she would think of something so thoughtful. I smiled, gently caressing the petals of the red rose flowers. The note was simple, but it was enough to remind me of how much she cared.A soft knock on the door startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Clara herself standing in the doorway, a warm smile lighting up her face.“Surprised?” she asked, stepping inside.“Completely,” I said, returning her smile. “You di
AndersonThe office was cold, colder than I expected for a room flooded with natural light. Davis’s team had already arranged everything, his sleek leather chair at the head of the long polished table, an expensive coffee spread waiting for us, and the light sound of air condition filling the silence. I stepped into the room, straightening my jacket. Davis turned his head slowly, as if he had known I was coming before the door even opened. “Anderson,” he greeted, rising from his seat. His handshake was firm, almost too firm, and his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Mr Davis,” I replied. “I hope your trip here was pleasant.” “Oh, very much so,” he said, motioning for me to take a seat. “DC is always full of opportunity, wouldn’t you agree?” I nodded, leaning back in my chair. Opportunity. That was Davis’s favorite word. He thrived on it, but the way he said it now sounded different. We drove straight into the matter at hand, finalizing the details of our collaboration. A
Kelly When Clara informed me that Davis Elanzo wanted to meet, I didn’t think much of it at first. After all, Adrian had introduced him as a friend during our time in Italy, a calm and influential businessman with connections that seemed to reach across continents. Adrian had even described him as a potential ally for some of my initiatives, though their relationship always seemed a little too convenient for my liking. Still, I wasn’t one to turn down an opportunity to gain support for my work, so when Davis reached out, I agreed to meet. The meeting was set at ‘Velluto’ an upscale Italian restaurant in DC. I arrived early, hoping to collect my thoughts before stepping into the dynamic world of Davis. The memory of our last encounter in Florence still lingered, his sharp gaze, his charming yet calculated demeanor, and the ease he had which fit into Adrian’s orbit. When I walked in, Davis was already there, sipping an espresso at a corner table as if he owned the place. He stood
AdrianThe opening of the D.C. hospital branch was overly formal, with people too eager to make themselves known. The kind of gathering where deals were made over half-filled wine glasses and fake smiles. I wasn’t in the mood, but then again, who ever was? It was just part of the game, and I’d been playing for years. I spotted Davis almost immediately as I walked in. He wasn’t hard to miss, the man had a presence, as usual. He was dressed perfectly, as if every detail had been meticulously calculated, from his suit to the way he carried himself. And that smile, charming but with just enough edge to make you wonder what he really wanted. He caught my eye and made his way toward me, smoothly passing through the crowd. I stood a little straighter, not quite sure what to expect. “Adrian, Congratulations on your hospital opening” he greeted, extending his hand. “It’s good to see you again, my friend.” His grip was firm, friendly, but there was a certain weight behind it. Like he wa
KellyThe air inside the police station was strained. I watched as Evelyn sat across from me, her wrists cuffed, her usually neat hair disheveled. The smug arrogance she once carried was gone, replaced by a hollow, defeated expression. She had no more tricks to play, no more lives to manipulate. Adrian sat beside me, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Susan, on the other hand, stood rigid near the door, her fingers clenched into fists. Who would Evelyn call for help? Anderson? Lucian?Detective Harris, the lead investigator, leaned forward, voice steady. “Evelyn Grant, you’re facing charges of child abduction, falsification of medical records, and fraud. You can make this easier on yourself by cooperating.” Evelyn scoffed, tilting her head. “Cooperate? Do you have any idea what I did for this girls?” Her eyes snapped to me, then to Susan. “I gave you a life. I saved you.” Susan let out a harsh laugh. “Saved me?” She stepped forward, voice shaking with anger. “You stole my
KellyAdrian exhaled deeply, his voice low and dangerous. “Evelyn Grant.” “We need to find her,” Adrian continued, his voice like steel. “This… all of this… everything she did, it ends now.” Mrs. Kim swallowed hard. “I don’t know where she is now. But back then… she worked at that hospital for years.” I clenched my fists. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Kim. We’ll find her.” If only Mrs. Kim knew the truth. If only she knew, that i already knew exactly who Evelyn Grant was.Mrs. Kim hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Let me know when you do.” Adrian pushed off the couch abruptly, his movements sharp and filled with restrained anger. “We will,” he said, his voice tight. I exchanged a look with Susan, who still seemed frozen, her expression a storm of emotions. She blinked, then met my gaze. “And what about Kate?” Adrian’s eyes darkened. “Kate’s house. That’s where we start.” I frowned. “Why Kate’s house?” Adrian slipped his phone into his pocket. “Think about it. If Evelyn
KellyMrs. Kim sat stiffly in her chair, she hadn’t talked for the past few minutes. Then she continued.“It was the night your mother, Jadeline, gave birth,” she began, her voice heavy with something between hesitation and sorrow. “She had complications, and your father was away on a business trip. I was just a housekeeper then, but your aunt, Madeline insisted I go with your mother to the hospital because she was sick and couldn’t go with her.” My fingers curled into fists. I could see it so clearly. My mother, weak and exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open. No husband at her side. No family except a housekeeper and the nurses attending to her. “She was in so much pain,” Mrs. Kim continued. “The doctors were worried about preeclampsia, and her blood pressure had dropped dangerously low. She was drifting in and out of consciousness when they took her to the delivery room.” A lump formed in my throat. Had she been scared? Had she thought she might not make it?Mrs. Kim ex
Kelly Aiden’s birthday was just days away, and the house was busy with preparations. Balloons, cake flavors, decorations, Harper was insistent on picking everything herself. I mean it was her big brother’s birthday.“Blue and silver,” she had said with absolute certainty, hands on her tiny hips. “Because Aiden is cool, and those colors are cool.” It was crazy how two of my kids were born in the same month, just days apart. I should have been focused on all of that, should have been enjoying the moment. But instead, a different unresolved problem sat in my chest, the weight of a truth I wasn’t sure I was ready for.Three days. That’s how long it took before Mrs. Kim finally called. Her voice on the other end of the line was strained, like she had been thinking, debating.“Come over,” she said simply. And then she hung up. I didn’t waste time, neither did Susan. But when we got there, we weren’t the only ones. Adrian was already in the room. I wasn’t surprised though. He was by t
KellyWeeks had passed since Susan and I saw Mrs. Kim with Kate. The sight of them together had left a strange feeling in my chest, an unsettling weight that wouldn’t go away. I had always trusted Mrs. Kim, always thought of her as someone important in my life. But after everything I had discovered recently, I wasn’t sure I could ignore the possibility that she knew more than she let on. And then, just as I worked up the courage to ask her, she left. “I’m traveling to the countryside for a while,” she had told me casually over the phone. “I need some time away.” It felt like an excuse, like she was running from something. Maybe even running from me. But now she was back. Susan and I stood outside her door, the air filled with tension between us. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but I knew I couldn’t keep pretending like nothing had happened. I knocked. After a moment, the door creaked open, and there she was, Mrs. Kim, looking as if she had aged more overnight.She blink
Lucian’s POV The rain had started hours ago, turning the streets slick with reflections of city lights. It wasn’t a violent storm, just a medium, persistent downpour, the kind that made people hurry indoors, seeking shelter in cafés and rushing in Mart to get umbrellas. I hadn’t expected to see her tonight. In fact, I had convinced myself I wouldn’t. For weeks, Olivia had avoided me. No calls, no accidental run-ins, she didn’t pick my call either. And yet, here she was. Standing under the awning of a small café, arms crossed over her chest, watching the rain with an expression I couldn’t quite read. She didn’t see me at first. I could have turned back. I could have kept walking and pretended I hadn’t noticed her. But I didn’t. Because avoiding each other had done nothing to change what was between us. And I was tired of pretending otherwise. She noticed me as I approached, her shoulders stiffening just slightly. Then, her gaze met mine. She didn’t move, nor acknowledge me. She
Olivia’s POV The night was supposed to be uneventful. I had attended dozens of these high-class architectural gala’s before, polished affairs where people with too much money came to flaunt their wealth under the guise of charity. Normally, I could navigate them without a second thought. But then I saw him. Lucian. I hadn’t known he would be here, but the moment I spotted him across the grand ballroom, I felt my pulse shift into something irritatingly unstable. He stood near the entrance, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, scanning the crowd with the trained ease of someone who could see everything without looking like he was paying attention to anything. Because, of course, he was working security tonight. It made sense, an event like this required the best. And Lucian, with his quiet authority and sharp focus, fit that description effortlessly. I should have been fine. I should have been able to ignore him. Except, that I couldn’t. And it got worse when I saw her.
Lucian’s POVI was halfway through a late-night report when my phone buzzed. I almost ignored it, expecting it to be one of my officers checking in on an old case. But when I saw the name on the screen, I straightened immediately. Olivia?She had never called me before. I answered without hesitation. “Olivia?” There was a pause, just long enough for me to hear the light sound of wind in the background. Then her voice came through, tight and controlled, but there was something off about it. “Lucian… I need a favor.” I was already grabbing my keys. …….The street was empty when I pulled up, just bushes, and the dim glow of a single flickering streetlight. Olivia stood beside her car, arms crossed, looking unimpressed. I parked behind her, stepping out into the cool night air. “This is a first,” I said, approaching with a smirk. “I didn’t think you believed in asking for help.” Olivia shot me a glare. “I don’t. But my car apparently does.” I glanced at the vehicle. “
Olivia’s POV I shouldn’t be here. That thought had been running through my mind from the moment I stepped into the police station, the cool night air still clinging to my skin. But here I was, standing outside Lucian’s office at nearly eleven at night, hesitating. The building was almost empty, except a few officers finishing up paperwork. The hum of the vending machine down the hall was the only sound breaking the silence. I knew I should have gone home hours ago, but after what happened earlier tonight, home didn’t feel safe. Someone had been following me. At first, I thought I was imagining things. The paranoia of a long day, the residual nerves from the Davis case. But by the time I left work, I knew it wasn’t just in my head. Whoever it was, they were patient. Very careful. Keeping their distance just enough to make me doubt myself, but never so far that I couldn’t feel them lurking. I wasn’t the kind of person to panic easily. But tonight? I wasn’t taking chances. I t