ログインHope Elara’s Point of ViewHe was not supposed to be here.Not in this city.Not inside my office.Not standing this close to the life I rebuilt without him.The meeting with the school had already gone badly enough. They did not approve of what I did in Paris. According to them, I crossed a line over what happened with Zoey.Too far.I almost laughed when they said it.Zoey is a child. Sweet. Innocent.I am not.And if I do not protect my children, who will?…Working with Sullivan and the staff has been… easy. Too easy, sometimes.Warm smiles.Open doors.No whispered conversations that suddenly stop when I walk in.If they judge me, they do it quietly.I can live with that.At least here, nobody tries to steal my work. Nobody watches my sketches like they are already planning to claim them as their own. I no longer sleep wondering who will stab me in the back next.For the first time in years… I can breathe.“Your two thirty is here.”Marlon steps into my office and hands me my tab
Hope Elara’s Point of View“Mom, I have a proper… sit-on.”I blinked.“Proposition,” I corrected gently.Zoey rolled his eyes.“That’s what I said.”I pressed my lips together.Don’t laugh.Don’t ruin this.Stay serious.“Wait, I’m coming!”Zenep rushed in, dragging her little pink laptop behind her.The cord trailed across the floor, one bad step away from disaster.Somehow, she didn’t trip.She dropped everything on the table.Coat still on.Plastic heels clicking.Completely serious.I almost lost it right there.“I told you to hurry,” Zoey said, already trying to fix her hair.“I was getting pretty,” she shot back.“That’s impossible.”She pushed him lightly.He barely reacted.Focused.Always focused.They took their time setting up.Very serious.Very organized.In their own way.The toy laptop opened with a tiny chime.Zenep pulled out her “supplies.”A banana.A tomato.Crayons.Of course.All necessary.“Where’s the mouse?” she asked.“I got it,” Zoey said, jumping up.He ha
He had to know.The thought wouldn't leave him.It kept pushing.Harder.Until he finally gave in.Valduz opened his messages.His fingers moved quickly.No hesitation.Valduz: I need the number of the new CEO of Royal Threads. Hope Elara.The reply came almost at once.Remart: You know her?Valduz: Yes.A pause.Too long.His heartbeat quickened.Remart: Give me a second.Valduz leaned forward.His eyes stayed on the screen.Then another message appeared.Remart: The best I can do is arrange a meeting. Wednesday afternoon.It wasn't enough.Not even close.But it was better than nothing.Valduz: Fine. I'll take it.Remart: Can I ask why? You never ask for favors.Valduz stared at the message.Then he typed.Valduz: I'll tell you after I talk to her.Remart: Got it.Wednesday.It felt too far away.But at least he had a chance.He opened Hope's page again.Found the photo.The little boy.This time, he studied it longer.Looking closer.Comparing every detail.Then he sent the picture
Valduz Ryker’s Point of ViewI never thought I would see her again.Hope Elara.Some people pass through your life and disappear.She didn’t.She stayed.Six years later… and she’s still there.In my head.In my chest.In places I don’t talk about.I told myself it was just one night.Just a moment.But it never felt like that.It felt like something I wasn’t supposed to lose.And I did.Seeing her again…It messed me up.Bad.She looked the same.No.Better.Stronger.Like life tried to break her, and failed.And then I saw them.The kids.Two of them.That hit harder than anything.I didn’t expect that.Not even close.“You made a scene at the airport.”Remart dropped into the chair across from me like this was just another day.Like I wasn’t still trying to breathe right.“I ran into someone,” I said.David shoved my leg off his table.“Then talk,” he said.Pamela looked at me, already curious.“Who was it?”I leaned back slowly.“Do you remember the girl… from six years ago?”Sil
"Then we'll go soon," Hope promised. "Very soon."Zenep giggled and climbed onto her lap as if she didn't need any proof."Do we still have to speak French?""Only if you want to."Zenep quickly shook her head."What do people speak there?""Mostly English," Hope said. "And Spanish."Zenep's eyes grew wide."But we don't know Spanish."Hope smiled."You don't.""But I do."Zenep froze.Then she gasped."You do?"Hope nodded."I do. And so does Rose."Zenep's smile became even bigger."I want Rose to teach me."Hope raised an eyebrow."Not me?"Zenep grinned without missing a beat."I want you to find the perfect beach house."A soft laugh escaped Hope as she pulled her daughter closer."Better than Barbie's?""Way better," Zenep said proudly, as if it already belonged to them.Hope tickled her.Zenep's laughter filled the cabin.Warm.Bright.For a little while, everything felt easy.As if nothing was waiting for them on the other side.Then Zenep suddenly grew quiet.She wrapped her
Many years flew fast....They named her Hope.Not because it sounded beautiful, but because they were running out of it.Hope didn't understand that when she was growing up.To her, it was just a name.Soft. Simple. Easy to carry.But the way her father looked at her was different.Too careful. Too controlled.As if she might shatter the moment he let go.That look told her one thing.Her name had cost him something.Something no one would explain.Not her father.Not anyone.Especially not her mother.Sometimes she caught her mother looking at him.There was always a pause.Small.Almost impossible to notice.But Hope noticed it every time.It was like her mother was standing in front of a locked door, and her father was the only one who knew what was hidden behind it.For years, Hope thought none of it mattered.Whatever happened before she was born belonged in the past.She had been wrong.Because tonight she was about to make a choice.And if her father ever found out...He wouldn
Azerbel’s Point of ViewI felt it before I saw him.A gaze.Heavy.Sharp.Unmoving.It slid over my skin and made me shiver.Slowly, I lifted my head...and froze.A man was staring at me.Not just looking.Watching.Like he was studying me.Like he already knew something about me that I didn't.My
Azerbel’s Point of ViewSkylar's words helped.Just a little.It felt...comforting.To know someone understood.She gave me a soft smile.Relieved."I've been telling her the same thing, Luna Lorraine," she said lightly.But I heard it.The sadness hidden beneath her voice.I lowered my gaze.I co
The question slipped out before Azerbel could stop it."Who is she?"Her voice trembled.Not because she didn't want the answer.But because a part of her was suddenly terrified of hearing it.Luna Lorraine's hand tightened around hers.And somehow...that made everything worse.The grip was gentle
The man she loved was finally coming home.So why did it feel like her heart was warning her instead of celebrating?Azerbel stood at the entrance of the Hellfire Pack, pressing her trembling hands together as she tried to steady her breathing.Beside her stood Luna Lorraine.On Lorraine's other si







