LOGINSophia's POV I saw Hayden and Kayden standing at the gate entrance immediately my cab came to a halt. My heart clenched.Poor boys…They probably didn’t want to risk missing my arrival. Maybe they were still afraid I wouldn’t come. Just like the times I failed to show up after they started school.“Come on,” I whispered to myself, blinking back sudden tears. “It’s your birthday. I wouldn’t miss it for anything in this world.”I stepped out of the cab, paid the driver after he helped me bring out the neatly wrapped gifts from the trunk.“Thank you, sir,” I said.“Thanks for your patronage, ma,” he replied with a smile before driving off.“Mom!!!” Their voices rang out at the same time as they ran toward me.I dropped the gifts and crouched immediately, pulling them into a tight embrace. So tight, as if I could make up for every moment I had been absent.“Mom didn’t miss us,” Hayden cried against my right shoulder.“That’s not true,” Kayden corrected gently. “She’s just busy with wo
SOPHIA'S POVIt was finally happening.Hayden and Kayden were turning six today.To say I was elated that morning would have been an understatement.My heart felt light in a way it hadn’t in weeks. For once, everything else faded into the background.Mom had already prepared everything for the party, which made things easier for me. Still, as their mother, I couldn’t afford to be late.“Shit…” I muttered under my breath when it suddenly hit me.I hadn’t told Damon.I froze in the middle of the room, my thoughts spiraling.‘How do I explain this to him?How do I tell him I’m going to my children’s birthday party?’My chest tightened.‘What would his reaction even be?Would he feel betrayed? Confused?Or worse… indifferent?’“Should I just lie?” I whispered to myself.Since Sharon and Hailey came into the picture, Damon and I barely spoke. His attention revolved around his daughter now, and I couldn’t even blame him for that.“Oh… right,” I murmured, nodding slowly. “The orphanage.”I h
SHARON'S POVThe sound of the glass hitting the floor didn’t just echo in the kitchen, it echoed in my chest.It made my heart skip. Then pounded heavily, finally, my heart froze. ‘Did she hear my conversation with Fred?’I look dumbfounded. Lost my words. I didn't know what to do. I forced my expression to remain calm, even though my fingers were trembling slightly.We kept staring at each other for seconds before I broke the silence.“Why are you standing there like a ghost?” I asked, letting out a small laugh that didn’t reach my eyes.The maid stood still by the door, staring at me… then at the broken glass… then back at me.“I… I’m sorry, ma’am,” she stammered, bending down quickly. “The glass slipped from my hand.”“Be careful next time,” I replied, walking toward her with measured steps. “You could hurt yourself.” I said, pretending like I was concerned.She nodded repeatedly. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am.”I crouched slightly, helping her pick up the broken pieces. My eyes
SHARON'S POVI had just finished feeding Hailey her breakfast and gently tucked her back into bed. I dropped the plate in the kitchen and made my way to the living room. A thought suddenly came to my mind, and I looked around me in the room. No one was around.Still glancing back and forth, I hurried to the landline. My fingers moved quickly, dialing the number I knew by heart. I hadn't been able to speak with him since I got here. It rang three times before he picked it up.For some seconds, there was silence. No one spoke. We could only hear each other's breaths. “It's me… Sharon,” I whispered into the receiver.“Why the hell haven’t you called me since you got there?” He snapped.I winced and quickly cupped the receiver to muffle the sound. “Can’t you, for once, just calm down?” I hissed. “You know I didn’t come with my phone. How was I supposed to call you? I have the chance to call now because Damon has gone to the office. I had to be sneaky right now, I don’t want the maids c
DAMON'S POV“She’s mute?” I asked again, almost as a whisper.“Yes, Mr. Graham,” Doctor Stone replied. “She is.”I sank onto the nearest bench, the weight of his words pressed down on me like a stormcloud. My fists clenched on my lap.“Can she be cured?” I asked, barely looking up.“It’s possible. If it’s due to shock and trauma, then yes, she might recover her speech over time,” he explained. “But…” he paused.“But what?” I raised my head.“There’s also a sixty percent chance that she’s been mute since birth.”“What?” I blinked. “Are you saying… she may have always been like this?”“It’s a possibility. We can only be certain after reviewing the tests we’ve conducted.” His tone was gentle, but his words hit hard.“Alright… thanks, Doc.” I reached out and shook his hand. He nodded and walked toward his office.Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I hesitated before answering.“Mr. Graham,” came Mr. Brownlow’s voice. “Apologies, sir. We couldn’t locate the criminals.”I closed my ey
DAMON'S POV An hour later, we stood on the tarmac. Mr. Brownlow had arrived with ten officers, all geared up, ready for the mission. Leo came in front of me and gave a nod that the jet was ready. Without wasting another second, we boarded the jet and took off.It took us two hours to land in Stornoway. The airport was small, barely a speck compared to Glasgow’s. The town itself wasn’t a large one. It had the sleepy charm of a fishing town that had never fully woken to modernity.When we got to the airport entrance, we split into pairs and hailed cabs.“Harbour Kitchen,” Mr Brownlow told one of the drivers whom the others followed behind in a line of cabs.The locals wouldn't stop staring at us when the cabs rolled into the narrow streets. I caught their eyes filled with curiosity—and maybe fear. They were probably wondering what a group of armed officers were doing in their locality. And indeed when we stopped, we saw the “Harbour Kitchen” restaurant. Sharon wasn't lying. Immediat
SOPHIA'S POV“Who prepared my breakfast?”I froze at Mr. Graham's question, every inch of me tensing up as his gaze scanned the room. The question seemed simple enough, but we all knew Damon Graham well enough to realize that behind his calm tone, there was always a hint of something. My mind raced, w
DAMON'S POVWe got to the mansion around past 11PM. As the car pulled up in the garage, Sophia and I had nothing to talk about as we headed to our respective bedrooms. Not minding that I felt weak, I took a quick shower and decided to work on my computer.**********I was buried in work, with my finger
DAMON'S POVEven when I worked all night, my energy didn't dull one bit. Perhaps because I enjoyed seeing Sophia run helter skelter trying to make me food I kept rejecting. The last time I saw her was two hours ago when she finally shuffled off to bed after I let her. I rejected her attempts to make
SOPHIA'S POV“They look so much like Damon did when he was their age.”Mother-in-law's words hit me like a shock, and I felt like my heart had just skipped a beat.‘Like Sir?’ My inner mind was also confused. I nodded, as if her comment hadn’t left me utterly speechless. Had Mom really said my sons loo







