MasukRachel POV
I held Leo’s hand as we stepped into the mall, my phone already in my other hand half texting my friends, half aware of the quiet formation behind us. Black suits. Earpieces. Mark walked just close enough to remind me my life isn’t as ordinary anymore. Leo slowed beside me, his grip tightening. His eyes were everywherebright storefronts, towering glass rails, people moving in clusters and currents. Teenagers laughing too loudly. Couples leaninRachel POVThe car stopped in front of the familiar apartment block, the driver parking close as he turned off the engine."We've arrived, Mrs. Montrel," he said.I nodded, and Mark got out of the car from the backseat, opening the passenger door for me."Thank you, Mark," I said with a small smile. Even though he was doing this as a job, I still needed to show my appreciation.Mark nodded politely, standing beside me. "It would be better if I followed you in, ma'am. I know you want privacy, but it's for your safety."I nodded. "It's fine. Just hope you don't mind the rundown apartment." I tried to joke, though Mark didn't respond-just gave another curt nod.I began walking toward the apartment complex, climbing the stairs with Mark a few steps behind.Finally, I arrived in front of Dad's door and knocked.I heard a sniffling sound from inside, then shuffling footsteps before the door creaked open.Dad stood there, and my breath caught.He looked terrible.His face was pale and unshav
Isabella watched Rachel walk away toward her next class, Mark following behind her. Rachel's hand absently lifted to touch the necklace resting against her collarbone.She'd done that at least five times in the past hour.Chloe noticed too. She nudged Isabella the moment Rachel was out of earshot."Did you see her face when we asked about it?" Chloe whispered. "She was practically glowing.""I know," Isabella said quietly, pulling out her laptop. "She seems really happy."Chloe bit her lip. "That's good, right?"Isabella hesitated. "Yeah. I guess."Chloe's smile faded. "You're still worried."Isabella sighed, glancing around. "Aren't you? I mean, remember our video call?"Chloe shifted uncomfortably. "When we asked if she was safe and she got defensive?""Exactly," Isabella said. "And she hung up before we could really talk about it.""But she seems fine now," Chloe said, though she didn't sound entirely convinced. "Better than fine. She's confident. She doesn't look scared.""I know,
Rachel POVWearing this necklace had made me giddy all morning-and oddly confident.It was nothing like the old one Damien had given me. That blood-red teardrop had felt like a collar, a mark of ownership.This one felt thoughtful. Pure. Romantic.Romantic?I paused mid-step in the campus courtyard, the thought catching me off guard.That felt like too much. Here I was, reading into things again. He'd given it to me as a gesture of respect. Recognition. Nothing more.Right?Mark stood a few paces behind, waiting patiently for me to continue walking.I shook off the thought and kept moving.Everyone had complimented the necklace since I'd stepped onto campus-classmates, professors, even the barista at the coffee cart. And now I couldn't wait to hear what the girls thought.We finally reached the café, and I spotted Chloe and Isabella at our usual table near the window.I jogged over, grinning. "Good afternoon!"I slid into the seat between them as Mark positioned himself a respectful d
Damien POV I closed the office door behind me, the sound of Leo's laughter still echoing faintly in my mind.The portrait session had been successful. Rachel had been laughing, Leo had been playing, and soon I'd have a portrait of this family hanging in the manor-unlike the cold, formal ones from my past.The necklace had also been given. The one I'd been planning since we made that cake for Rachel. And she'd accepted it.I moved to my desk but didn't sit, just stood there staring at nothing in particular.A soft knock came at the door."Come in," I said.Vance stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him. His expression was carefully neutral, but I'd known him long enough to recognize the faint approval in his eyes."The session went well," he said simply."It did."He moved closer, hands clasped behind his back in that familiar stance. "And the necklace?"I glanced at him. "She accepted it.""I could see that," Vance said, warmth creeping into his tone. "She seemed very pleased. A
Rachel's POVI made my way down the grand staircase to the main foyer, the soft pink dress fitting as though it had been made for me. My hair was neatly styled, swept back from my face with delicate white and pink clips. The makeup was subtle-just enough to polish, not to overpower.Simple white flats complemented the white embroidery woven throughout the fabric.I felt important like someone stepping into a moment meant to be remembered.I smiled as I descended, greeting the guards I passed along the way.Then I saw them.Leo, Damien, Vance, and the photographer with his equipment set up near the tall windows. Morning light poured in, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow.Damien was kneeling in front of Leo, who was tugging at his collar with both hands, his face scrunched in clear discomfort."It itches!" Leo whined."Just for a few more minutes," Damien replied, his tone hovering between patience and mild exasperation. "You can take it off right after."I walked toward them, a
Rachel's POV"A family portrait!" Leo's voice rang through the dining hall, bright with excitement.Damien paused, his fork hovering above his plate at the sudden volume. "Yes, Leo. That is what I said. Why are you repeating it?"I chuckled softly and set down my fork.Two days had passed since they'd baked me that terrible-yet incredibly sweet-cake to lift my spirits. Things finally felt normal again. Or as normal as they could be.Except for the silence from Dad and Marcus.That still weighed on me. I knew I needed to check on Dad soon, maybe even visit to make sure he was alright. Part of me wanted to call Marcus, too-just to talk-but a nervous flutter held me back.All I knew was that I wasn't ready to let go of the family I'd grown up with. Not completely.But today, the idea of family portraits was a welcome distraction-something happy to pull my thoughts away from that difficult night.I'd known Damien was planning something like this. Vance had mentioned it in passing last wee
Damien POVThe dining hall was too quiet.I stood in the doorway, my eyes immediately finding Rachel seated at the table, phone clutched in trembling hands—Leo beside her with a curious expression. Mark stood at attention nearby, his posture rigid with tension.Rachel looked up, and t
Rachel POV The playroom was quiet. Leo lay asleep on the velvet sofa, his breathing deep and even. Matteo and Thalia were gone. Mark stood by the door, a silent shadow watching over Leo. “He just fell asleep, ma’am,” Mark said softly. I didn’t answer. I walked over and gently ga
Rachel POV His fingers hooked into the lace, and my entire world narrowed to that single point of contact. "Damien—" My voice broke on his name. "Shh." His thumb traced the edge of the fabric, maddeningly slow, deliberately teasing. "I need you to be quiet for me. Can you do that?" I nodded
Rachel POV The private study felt like a cage of dark wood and suffocating silence. Lorenzo sat behind the massive desk, his silver hair catching the faint light. Alessandro leaned against the bookshelf with lazy elegance, though his eyes were anything but relaxed. I took a seat near







