beep beepA steady beeping sound drew me out of a deep fog. Blinking slowly, I was met with an expanse of white, sterile walls, and a bright overhead light. It took a moment for reality to settle in—I was in a hospital.I looked around, taking in the faint hum of machines and the faint antiseptic smell. My gaze dropped to my arm, where tubes and wires connected me to the beeping monitor. Confusion mingled with an ache in my shoulder as I struggled to sit up.The movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through my shoulder, making me wince. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was enough to slow me down. I was still fighting to prop myself up when the door opened. For some strange reason, my heart lurched, and I found myself hoping it was Alaric. The flash of disappointment that followed seeing my brother startled me—why had I wanted it to be him? Maybe I just needed to know he was okay after everything. “Anna!” my brother called out, his voice full of relief as he rushed to my side. His happiness
A few days later The morning was gray and overcast, mirroring my mood as I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, waiting for the nurse to finish my discharge papers. It had been a few days since the… incident, and while my injuries were minor and healed faster than expected. However, the emotional toll lingered like a storm cloud over my head. For one, my parents still refused to talk about me returning to work. Every time I tried to broach the topic, Mom expertly dodged the conversation, changing the subject like a seasoned politician. After the third attempt ended in frustration, Ryan pulled me aside and advised me to wait until I wasn’t sitting in a hospital bed to bring it up again. “They’re just worried about you, Anna,” he said. “Let them see you’re okay first.” I hated to admit he was right. But what really stung—what made my chest tighten every time I thought about it—was that Alaric hadn’t called, texted, or even stopped by. Not once. I thought we were friends—or at l
After finishing dinner, I hurried upstairs, my mind spinning with ideas and arguments. If I wanted to go back to work, I needed a plan—and a solid one at that. Dad was stubborn, but he valued logic and straightforwardness, so I had to appeal to that side of him. Pacing the length of my room, I muttered to myself, rehearsing different approaches. I couldn’t just beg or plead—that would only make him dig his heels in further. No, I needed to show him that returning to work was the right decision, both for me and for the family. At least I had some allies. Mom seemed to be warming up to the idea, and I knew my brother was already on my side. If they backed me up, convincing Dad would be easier—or so I hoped. By the time Dad arrived home that evening, I was ready. Taking a deep breath, I waited until he was settled in the living room with his usual cup of coffee before making my move. “Dad, can we talk?” I asked, standing in the doorway. He glanced up, his brow furrowing slightly. “O
The documents in my hand felt like they weighed a ton with each step I took toward Alaric's office. I’d been avoiding him all day, finding excuses to stay busy and far away from anywhere he might be. But now? Now there was no getting around it. These papers needed his immediate attention, and there was no one else who could deliver them.I stopped in front of his door, gripping the stack of papers tightly. Taking a deep breath, I told myself, You’re fine. Just act normal. Forcing a smile, I knocked and waited for the familiar “Come in.” When it came, I pushed the door open and stepped inside with what I hoped was confident ease.“Good day, sir,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my nerves were anything but. “I have some documents here that need your immediate attention.” I strode toward his desk, placing the papers in front of him, all while clinging to the polite smile I’d practiced in my head.The effect of my voice on him was immediate. He froze, his hands hovering over h
After that day in his office, I found myself keeping my interactions with Alaric as brief as possible. I wasn’t sure why, but every time I was around him, it felt like my emotions were on overdrive. So, I made a conscious effort to avoid being alone with him, and for the most part, it worked. If there was a meeting, I was out of the room as soon as it ended, barely giving him a chance to say anything. When a site visit came up, I conveniently sent Tristan in my place, feigning other priorities. On the rare occasions when he asked me to assist with something personally, I found a way to redirect or delay it until he inevitably asked someone else. I noticed the puzzled looks Alaric would shoot me now and then. There was confusion in his eyes, as if he was trying to piece something together, but thankfully, he didn’t bring it up. I told myself it was better this way. The boundaries between us needed to be clear—for my sake, more than his. By the end of the workweek, I thought I
Alaric's POVThe week had been strange, to say the least. Alaric leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped together as he stared blankly at the documents in front of him. His thoughts weren’t on work, though—they were on Anna. It wasn’t difficult to notice that she’d been avoiding him. She barely spent any time in his office, only coming in when absolutely necessary, and even then, she kept her interactions strictly professional. Gone were the small conversations or moments of shared silence that he had come to value. At first, he thought he was imagining it, but as the days passed, it became undeniable. Anna didn’t want anything to do with him. She’d even started leaving the office early, which was strange. For weeks, Alaric had been urging her to go home earlier and not overwork herself, but she’d always stubbornly stayed until he left. Now, she was gone before him everyday this week. The change in her behavior gnawed at him, leaving him restless and unable to focus. Alaric sig
Anna's pov The crisp morning air did little to cool my nerves as I approached the school building. I hated coming here on weekends. It felt wrong—like invading a graveyard in broad daylight. The empty halls, the faint hum of the fluorescent lights, the echo of my own footsteps—it all felt too loud and too lonely at once. I tightened my grip on the folder of documents I needed to submit. They were my sole purpose for being here today. No lingering, no small talk. I just wanted to get in and out before I ran into anyone I knew. But luck, as always, seemed to abandon me. As I stepped out of the registration office, feeling lighter now that the task was done, I froze mid-step. Standing a few feet away in the corridor, laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world, were Lisa and Josh. Lisa’s hand was looped possessively through his arm, her head tilted toward him as she giggled at something he said. Josh, for his part, looked...well, Josh. His boyish charm, his lazy smi
The café smelled of fresh coffee and baked goods, its cozy atmosphere a welcome change from the tension of the morning. Ciara led the way to a corner table by the window, her excitement practically radiating from her as she chatted about the café’s signature lattes. Jason followed, his earlier irritation seemingly softened, though he still cast the occasional glance my way. We ordered our drinks, and once we were settled at the table, Ciara turned to me with a wide grin. “So, Anna, how’s it been working with Alaric? I’ve been dying to ask!” I blinked at the sudden shift in conversation but smiled. “It’s been… really fun, actually. He’s not as intimidating as I thought he’d be at first. He’s very professional but surprisingly patient, and I’ve learned a lot in just a few months.” Ciara’s grin widened as if she’d just confirmed something she already suspected. “I knew you’d enjoy working with him! He’s tough but fair—Jason says the same thing.” she gives him a loaded smile and
The ballroom at the Carlton Grand was the kind of place that made you forget where you came from.It was bathed in golden light, with chandeliers dripping crystals that cast soft sparkles on everything they touched. Orchids in white, pale lilac, and blush overflowed from massive glass vases. The centerpiece of the hall was a marble staircase wrapped in silk garlands and fairy lights, descending into a sea of people dressed in their finest. Music from a live string quartet danced softly in the air, setting a dreamy tone to the night.But nothing, not the flowers, the champagne, or the camera flashes, could drown out the pounding of my heart. Is this really necessary? Is there a window I could jump out from?“Ready?” Alaric asked, offering me his arm.I turned to him.He looked like a painting, a classic black tuxedo tailored to perfection, the tiniest hint of cologne that made my pulse skip, and a sapphire pocket square that matched my dress exactly. I had no idea how he always managed
Biological Mother - MotherAdoptive Mother - Mum-----------------The charity ball was only a few days away, and naturally, Mum, Ellie, and Mother declared it a fashion emergency. “We’re going to Lux,” Ellie had said with the kind of gleam in her eye that made me feel like I was about to walk into a makeover montage. “And no, you don’t get a say.”So, here I was, barefoot on a velvet pedestal in the middle of Lux’s elite fitting suite, trying on what had to be my hundredth dress. I was fairly certain I’d tried on every shade of gold known to man and possibly one that hadn't been invented yet.“Nope,” Ellie said for the eighth time in a row, waving her hand like a disapproving judge on a reality show. “Too much sparkle. You look like a sentient disco ball.”I groaned and flopped onto the chaise lounge dramatically. “I’m pretty sure I’ve aged ten years in this fitting room.”Mum chuckled. “Oh hush, you look beautiful in everything.”“Which would be helpful if we were shopping for every
As dessert was served—rich chocolate cake with a generous swirl of whipped cream—I leaned back in my seat, letting the warmth of the evening settle into my chest. The conversation had flowed so easily all night, filled with laughter and sharing memories.It still felt surreal—sitting here with my biological parents, with Damian and Ellie, like it was the most natural thing in the world. A week ago, they were strangers. Now? They were mine. And I was theirs.I was mid-bite when my mum set down her wine glass and tilted her head at me, her eyes shining with something suspiciously close to mischief.“So,” she said casually, though I wasn’t fooled for a second. “What about Alaric?”I blinked. “What about him?”Her grin only widened. “Are you two serious?”I nearly choked on my cake. “Mum!”She raised her hands in mock innocence. “What? I’ve always wanted the son of my best friend to marry into the family. I gave up hope, of course, but now…” She gave me the most satisfied smile I’d ever s
The office was quiet, the usual morning hum of keyboards and clinking mugs a strangely comforting background to the storm of thoughts in her head. She stared at her screen, a spreadsheet open but untouched, and found her eyes drifting to the photo frame next to her monitor. It was a picture of her and Brian at her last birthday, smiling in the kitchen with a cake that had sunk in the middle.They’d laughed so hard that night. That used to be her whole world—her job, Brian, the quiet comfort of routine.Brian had missed the whole thing as he was away on a business trip in Singapore, but the moment he found out, he called her. She’d barely gotten two words in before he started gushing, saying he always knew she was special, that it all somehow made sense now. His voice cracked when he told her how proud he was, how happy he was that she’d found where she belonged. “You’ve always had a big family, Anna,” he said gently. “We were just waiting for the rest of them to find you.”And then th
Mr. and Mrs. Ashford, my biological parents, step forward. I see the uncertainty in their eyes, like they’re holding their breath. I swallow and look at them, still overwhelmed, still unsure."I know this is a lot," Mrs. Ashford begins gently. "And we’re not trying to take anything from you. We’re just… so grateful to have found you again. We lost you once. We don’t want to lose you again."Mr. Ashford clears his throat, his voice gruff but steady. "We never stopped looking. When the adoption records were sealed and the orphanage shut down… we thought—"He doesn’t finish, but I see it in his eyes. They thought I was gone. And somehow, through a mess of fate and timing, I still ended up in their lives."You don’t have to decide anything now," Mrs. Ashford says, stepping closer. "But if you’re okay with it, we’d like to be part of your life again. And… we’d like you to call us Mum and Dad. If you’re ready. When you’re ready."The words settle over me like a warm, heavy blanket. Familiar
After I’ve washed my face and curled up again beside Alaric on his stupidly comfortable couch, I shoot my mum a text with shaking fingers.Me: Hey, I’m staying at Alaric’s tonight. I just need a bit of time. I’ll come back tomorrow.The reply comes almost immediately.Mum: Okay, sweetheart. Take all the time you need. The Ashfords are staying over too—if that’s okay with you?I stare at the message for a second before typing.Me: That’s okay. Tell them goodnight for me.Mum: We love you. Sleep well.I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and tuck my phone away. Alaric shifts beside me, his arm still around my shoulders like he’s trying to hold the pieces of me together.“Will you stay with me?” I ask quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper.He looks down at me like it’s the easiest question in the world. “Always.”I don’t say anything after that, just press my face into his chest and let his heartbeat lull me into something that feels like peace. Right before I drift of
“I just… need to clear my head,” I tell Mum as I reach for my coat. My voice is too even, too controlled, and that alone worries her.She places a gentle hand on my arm. “Anna, be careful, please.”I nod, not trusting myself to speak again. I head to the back door, quietly slipping my keys into my pocket. I can’t go through the living room. I can’t face Mr. and Mrs. Ashford—not right now. Are they really my parents? Were they always? My mind recoils at the thought, twisting it around until I don’t know how to feel, only that I feel too much.The air outside is cool against my skin. It should help. It doesn’t.I get in the car and drive.I don’t even remember choosing a direction. My hands move on instinct while my thoughts spiral deeper, tangling in memories I thought I had filed away and sealed shut. My foot presses the gas harder than necessary. At some point, familiar streets start showing up through my windshield, and when I finally pull to a stop, I realize where I am.Alaric’s h
The next evening, I step into the house, expecting the usual scent of dinner and the sound of Mum humming along to the radio. But instead, the air feels heavy and quietquietVoices drift from the living room, low and solemn. As I round the corner, I stop short.Mr. and Mrs. Ashford are sitting on the couch, deep in conversation with my parents. My mum looks like she’s been crying, her eyes a little red and puffy, and Dad’s hands are clasped tightly in his lap. Mr. Ashford’s face is drawn and serious, while Mrs. Ashford’s lips are trembling as if she’s holding back something she’s dying to say.When they see me, Mrs. Ashford immediately rises to her feet.“Anna,” she says, voice soft and wobbly, and the next second she’s across the room, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. Her perfume is familiar, floral, comforting, and yet the hug is filled with something I can’t name. A desperation that makes my stomach twist.I freeze. “Is… is everything okay?”My voice comes out unsure
As soon as I step through the front door of the house, still buzzing from the adrenaline of the pitch and the whirlwind of reactions, I barely pause to take off my shoes before heading straight for the kitchen.“Mum?” I call out, already hearing the familiar clatter of pots and the hum of the radio playing softly in the background.She looks up from where she’s chopping vegetables, eyes lighting up the moment she sees me. “Anna! You’re home early.” Then, noting the expression on my face, she sets the knife down and wipes her hands on a towel. “Wait… did something happen? Is everything alright?”I grin and nod, unable to keep it in another second. “More than alright. It went amazing. The board loved the proposal. One of them literally said it’s ‘looking very positive.’”My mum lets out a delighted gasp. “Oh, sweetheart!” She throws her arms around me in a tight hug, practically squeezing the air out of me. “I knew you’d blow them away. You’ve been working so hard—this is incredible.”I