Edward Sinclair’s scowl deepened, the lines on his face growing sharper as he turned to Alaric. He barely even spared me a glance, as if my presence was entirely insignificant.“I can’t believe you would do this to your mother and me,” he said, his voice quiet but firm, laced with disappointment. “Finding out about your engagement at a party? Do you have any idea how that makes us look?”Tension rippled through Alaric’s frame, though his grip on my hand remained steady. He exhaled slowly as if reining himself in.“I’m sorry, Dad. It was… sudden.”“Sudden?” Edward’s sharp gaze flickered to me briefly before settling back on his son. “That’s an understatement. I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.”His mother, Janet, gently placed a hand on his arm, as if to calm him. “Edward, let’s not do this here,” she murmured, though there was no true chastisement in her tone—just quiet grace.Edward’s jaw tensed, but he didn’t argue.I felt my spine straighten. It was clear that Alaric’s fath
I didn’t know why Alaric was so skeptical of him. Damian had the kind of charm that made him hard to distrust at first glance. He looked playful, mischievous even, but nothing about his appearance screamed dangerous. In fact, his roguish good looks and easy smile were disarming, almost as if he had nothing but harmless fun on his mind. But I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in my gut, or the way Alaric tensed up every time Damian spoke. Maybe it was just my intuition, but something about the way Damian was so at ease around Alaric made me question his intentions. Could it be that he was faking that light-hearted facade?Before I could think too much about it, the air around us shifted. Another figure approached the trio of us—tall, poised, and effortlessly elegant. The spotlight of the room seemed to settle around her as she walked in, her raven-black hair gleaming under the soft glow of the chandeliers, every inch of her aura radiating refinement. Eleanor. The same woman from the
As the car glided through the quiet streets, the tension of the night slowly ebbed away, replaced by a calm stillness. The city lights flickered past in golden blurs, and for a moment, I simply stared out the window, letting the hum of the car lull me into something close to peace. Then Alaric’s voice broke through the silence, soft but sincere. “Thanks, by the way." I turned to look at him, brows furrowing slightly. “For what?"“For standing up for me back there. And… everything else in between.” His voice was low, thoughtful. “I don’t usually let things like that get to me, but hearing it from them…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening at the memory of Sophie’s parents. “It was nice to have someone in my corner.” I watched him for a second, the way his fingers tapped absently against his knee, how his gaze flickered toward me before settling straight ahead. “You don’t have to thank me,” I said softly. “They were out of line, and I just said what needed to be said.” He let ou
I turned to leave, my heart hammering in my chest, but then—"Anna."I froze mid-step, the sound of my name rolling through the steam-filled room like a slow, lingering caress.Another groan followed, rough and guttural, filled with something that sent a shiver down my spine.My fingers curled into fists at my sides.I should leave. I should pretend I heard nothing. I should not—under any circumstances—stay here, pulse racing, heat coiling low in my stomach, wondering…But he said my name. That meant I had a reason to check, right? Maybe he needed something. Maybe he was hurt. Maybe I just wanted an excuse.Swallowing hard, I took a careful step forward, tiptoeing closer to the slightly ajar bathroom door. The steam curled outward, warm and thick, licking at my skin like an invitation. My heart pounded against my ribs as I nudged the door open just a bit more.And then—oh.The glass surrounding the shower was clear.Completely, mercilessly see-through.My breath hitched, and I immedia
As I drive toward my parents’ estate, my mind is already running through all the possible things they might want to discuss. My engagement. Why I didn’t tell them. And most importantly, why my fiancée is my assistant. I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face, already feeling the weight of the conversation before it even happens. My mother won’t be too difficult to deal with. She’s always been the more understanding one, even if she had her own hopes for my future. Since we were young, she had subtly pushed for me to marry Eleanor, since she was the daughter of her close friend turned sister. A perfect match in her eyes—elegant, poised, well-connected. But I never saw Eleanor that way. Maybe because of my distrust toward Damian back then. Maybe because I had no interest in a marriage of convenience. Either way, I never considered her as an option. Despite her wishes, I know my mother well enough to believe that, at the end of the day, she would put my happiness first. Even if she might
Anna’s POVAfter Alaric left, I decided to take full advantage of the free day ahead of me. I changed into something comfortable—an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of soft shorts—then grabbed a blanket and plopped onto the massive sectional in the living room.With the remote in hand, I scrolled through streaming options before finally settling on a show I’d been meaning to catch up on. The enormous flat-screen was a luxury I had always looked forward to using, and I sank deeper into the couch, fully immersing myself in the fictional world playing before me.Hours passed in a haze of binge-watching and snacking. It was the most relaxed I had felt in a long time, and for once, I didn’t let my mind wander to things like fake engagements, intimidating fathers, or the fact that I’d told Alaric last night that I wanted him to kiss me. Nope. Not thinking about that at all.Just as I was about to start another episode, my phone buzzed beside me. I grabbed it, squinting at the unknown number o
The car ride started off peacefully, with the engine's quiet hum and streetlights' soft glow flashing through the tinted windows. Ellie had been laughing just moments ago, still chuckling over one of Damian’s ridiculous dares. But as soon as she asked the driver how long it would take to take me home, and he replied, her posture changed.She tensed, her fingers suddenly latching onto my hand with surprising force.I turned to her, confused. “Ellie—”“Where’s the usual driver?” She interrupted, her voice still smooth but noticeably sharper.The man didn’t even flinch. “He had an emergency,” he answered. “I’m his replacement.”My stomach twisted. Something about the way he said it, so casually, so unconcerned, made my skin prickle with unease.Ellie didn’t respond right away. A second passed. Then another. Her fingers twitched slightly against mine, like she was weighing her options. I heard the tiniest, almost imperceptible intake of breath before she slowly reached for the door handle
The car finally jerked to a stop after a few hours, its tires crunching over uneven ground. My heart pounded violently against my ribs as the driver turned in his seat and sneered, “Get out.”Ellie’s fingers wrapped around my wrist, and she leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. “Remember what I said,” she whispered. “Don’t worry—I’ll be right behind you.”My panicked mind scrambled to recall her words. Run. She had told me to run the moment she gave the signal. it made me feel much better that she would be with me as I did.I swallowed hard and gave her the tiniest nod to show I understood.“I thought he told you two to get out!” The other man barked impatiently.As we stepped out of the car, I noticed Ellie subtly slipping her hand into her purse, fingers curling around something small and cylindrical. The dim lighting made it hard to see exactly what it was, but I knew better than to believe it was anything harmless.After getting out of the car, we faced our captors, the
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