She opened the door to find her sister standing in the hallway, Jasmine looked slightly flustered but managed to smile, “Hey Jayla, can you go to the grocery store and pick up a few things?" "I'm in the middle of cooking Dad's soup and don't want to leave it unattended.”
Jayla blinked, still tangled from where her thoughts had been. “Oh, sure, just give me the list,” she said, reaching for the list in Jasmine's hand.
She glanced briefly at the list, then looked down at her dress, smoothing it in front of the mirror.
As she adjusted her dress in front of her mirror, Jasmine's voice grew softer. “You know, I'm worried about you.” Jayla turned, her gaze meeting Jasmine’s eyes in the mirror. “Worried about what?”
Jasmine stepped closer, her face stern. “You seem different these days. You know, happier but also I don't know, a little distant.” Jayla's smile faltered slightly “It’s just I'm still getting to know him. But I like him, Jasmine, he's different.”
Jasmine nodded thoughtfully. “Just be careful, okay? and trust your instincts; sometimes, what seems perfect on the surface might have hidden layers. Jayla nodded appreciatively of her sister's concern. “I will promise Jasmine.”
As Jayla walked out of the house, her mind reeled with thoughts regarding Axel and her sister's words.
Though she was not quite sure what she would find across this growing connection to him, she was determined to follow where it would lead.
The café again was abuzz, this time with Brock and Jade talking. They sat in the coziest corner of the cafe amidst the soft light casting shadows on Brock's face, and she couldn’t help but feel a growing warmth in her chest. “So what is your story, Jade?” Brock asked, as he steadily held her in his gaze. “I mean, what urges you toward art? What is your passion?”
Jade took a deep breath, thinking about how to articulate the tangled mix of emotions and dreams inside her. "Art it's always one way for me to express what I can't put into words.
While Growing up with my sisters, I was always the quiet one. Art was where I found my voice, where I could say things I was too afraid to speak out loud."
Brock nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "I understand. Sometimes, it's the things we create that speak the loudest, even when we stay silent."
Jade smiled wistfully. "Exactly. Now, it is being here at Elysium Arts Gallery, and it seems I'm finally in line with the dream I've been painting.
I want to create art that touches people, just like I did today from seeing 'Tempest.'"
Smiling, Brock leaned back in his chair, an introspective look crossing his face. "I think you're well on your way, Jade. And if today is any indication, you're going to do amazing things."
The sincerity in his voice touched her, and Jade couldn't help but speculate for a brief second how it would feel to have a man like Brock by her side through life and her dreams.
As they continued their conversation, the café slowly began to empty around them, but neither one seemed to take notice. Jade felt that this bond they were creating might be the beginning of something wonderful, be it friendship or otherwise, only time could say.
"Would you like to come to another exhibit next week?" Brock asked, his voice just almost tentative. "There's this new artist I've been dying to see, and. I'd love for you to come with me."
Jade's heart fluttered; her smile spread wide. "I'd love that."
As the night stretched on longer, Jade had this nagging suspicion that this day at the Elysium Arts Gallery had been some sort of turning point, not just in the want of her artistic ambitions but of something deeper: a new friendship or maybe even deeper.
Jayla left the house with Jasmine's list in her hand, still thinking over her sister's advice. The late afternoon sun sat low in the sky, casting long shadows across the bustling streets as she made her way to the local market, lively chatter from the vendors and fresh smells of produce wafted through the air to create a familiar rhythm that helped to settle her wandering thoughts.
She weaved her way through the market, marking things off one after another-vegetables, spices, bread-trying to focus on the task at hand and not on the conversation with Jasmine or the feelings she had about Axel. She wasn't ready to face those yet. The market was busy, filled with people rushing to get their shopping done before nightfall.
Back inside the café, Jade wrapped her day. Smiling softly, she turned to Axel, who stood beside her, easing his features.
"I should get going home," she said, smiling softly. "It's getting late, and my sisters are going to wonder where I am."
Axel nodded, his eyes betraying a tinge of disappointment. "Alright, I understand. It was nice spending time with you today, Jade."
"You, too," Jade said. "We should do this again sometime." She waved her goodbyes and started on her way toward the market to pick up a few things before heading home.
As she was about to leave with bags in her hand, a figure near the entrance of the market became noticeable to her. Jayla blinked in surprise. It was Jade, her sister, who looked like she, too, was getting ready to head home. *What is Jade doing here?* Jayla wondered, for a split second confused, since Jade hadn't mentioned she would be at the market.
Jade stood beside one of the stalls, looking at some fruits and briefly talking to a vendor. Jayla watched as Jade gave a small smile, thanked the vendor, and turned to leave. For a moment, Jayla considered calling out to her; however, she held back. She stayed in her position, watching her sister make her way toward the exit.
With Jade simply walking away, Jayla felt something was missing; it was something she should know. Telescoping a few steps forward, her mind battled whether to follow her sister or to let it be. But with every move, a chill went down her spine, and she froze on what to do next.
Why was Jade here, and why hadn't she said so before? Jayla wondered, about to step forward until a thought crossed her mind. There was something Jade wasn't telling her.
As she took a step, her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she jumped. Looking down at the screen, her eyes had lit on the flash of Jasmine's name across the screen. She reached quickly to hit 'answer', her eyes still glued to the place where Jade had been just a second before.
Jayla? Are you still at the market?" Jasmine's voice was a little urgent. "I just realized I need one more thing-could you get some fresh herbs? Dad likes them in his soup."
Jayla nodded, though Jasmine couldn't see it. "Yeah, I'm still here. I'll grab them.
Her mind was reeling as she moved closer to the herb stall. Later, Jayla vowed she would bring it up with Jade about why she had been at the market and what she possibly might be keeping from her. Someway inside her knew any minute now, that would change everything.
The Last Battle – Axel's Final Stand The triplets burst into Audrey's apartment, closing the door. Audrey sat in the middle of the room, holding herself, face white. Jasmine gave her a quick glance. "You okay?" Audrey nodded but winced her hands. Jayla sighed deeply. "You should have mentioned it when he called." Audrey gazed down. "I thought I could handle it." Jade snorted. "Not with Axel. He doesn't listen to no." Jasmine stood by the window, narrowed eyes intently focused as she gazed out. Then she froze. Outside, in front of the window, on the street, a black car. A dark figure in the car. Watching. Waiting. Her heart was pounding. He was here. She spun to her sisters, low voice, resolute. "He's outside." Audrey's eyes widened. "What?" Jayla leaped to the window to look out. Jade cursed under her breath. "That psycho." Jasmine breathed slowly, deeply, attempting to soothe herself. She wasn't scared. She was angry. Axel had done enough already. Sarah was d
The Final Stand – Axel's Last Gamble Audrey was on her couch in her apartment, frowning at her phone, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. Her gut clenched. She knew who it was. The second it started ringing she knew. A shiver ran down her spine, her heart racing. Axel. He was calling her. She swallowed hard, her fists tight. She had blocked him. Had changed her routine. Had tried to close him out of her life. And yet. He'd somehow come back anyway. The ringing stopped. A voicemail message showed up. She was breathing irregularly as she hit play. And then his voice was smooth and even, weighted with something sinfully wicked bouncing off of the walls. "Audrey he said, did you really think I'd let you go that easily?" Her blood went cold. "We both know you still think of me. Of us." Her fists clenched on the phone. No. No, she didn't. She wouldn't. She couldn't. "I gave you your space. I let you pretend. But it's time to come home, sweetheart." Audre
The Fall of a Legacy – Their Father Is Brought to Account Their father slumped in the interrogation room, the stark metal table between him and the detectives. For the first time in his life, he was not in charge. His expensive attorneys weren't going to get him out of this today. His influence, his name, his power—it meant nothing now. The seasoned detective dropped a file onto the desk, reopening it. Pictures. Documents. DNA tests. It all lay before him. "You drew up official papers," the detective said, his own voice tightly controlled. "You drew up fake papers and left your firstborn daughter to live and live comfortably. His father's jaw clenched. The detective continued, "And because of that, Sarah spent her entire life believing she wasn't wanted." A bitter silence. "And now she's dead." For a moment—a fleeting moment—something passed through his father's eyes. Regret? Guilt? Maybe. But too little, too late. The detective leaned in.
The Last Truth – A Mother's Justice The triplets were in their mother's living room, the weight of what they had to say very much on their minds. Their mother sat opposite them, her fists clenched on the armrests of the chair while her face was set in stiff lines. Jasmine took a deep breath. "Mom… we've got something to say." Jayla leaned forward. "Something about Dad." Jade sighed. "And Sarah." Her mother's eyebrows jerked with horror when she said the name Sarah. "What about her?" Jasmine's voice was constricted, but she fought to say something. "She was our sister." Their mother's breath stalled. Her hand gripped the chair as her knuckles turned white. No one uttered a word for a second. Then, in a whisper just above a murmur— "What did you just say?" Jayla swallowed hard. "Sarah… she was Dad's daughter." Jade paused before saying again, "His first daughter." Their mother turned white. "That's not… that's not possible." Jasmine pulled out the pro
The Aftermath – Shadows of the Past The triplets sat in silence, the weight of the news pressing down on them. Sarah was dead. And even after everything she had done. Even after the lies, the betrayals, the destruction It didn’t feel like a victory. Jade let out a slow breath, staring at the floor. “I thought I’d feel… relieved.” Jayla shook her head, her voice quieter than usual. “Me too.” Jasmine's clutch on her cup of coffee spasmed. "She was our sister." Jayla grumbled unwillingly. "Half-sister." Jasmine shut her eyes. "It doesn't matter." For in the end, Sarah had been as lost as they had once been. The difference? She never had her way back. Fraser and Tressa – A New Beginning, or a New Threat? Tressa turned a lock of hair around her finger, watching out the apartment window. "She's really gone," she murmured. Fraser, who stood behind her, let out a deep sigh. "Yeah." Tressa’s chest tightened. Sarah had been many things—an enemy, a rival, a storm in human form.
The Aftermath – A New Future, A Lingering Past Sarah retreated from the front door of Fraser's, her heart pounding in her ears. She'd dreamed to herself for months that she might possibly be able to fix what she'd broken. That she could win him back. But now? Now, she knew more. She'd been too late. Fraser's moved on. And not with someone. With Tressa. A woman as clever, as cunning, as smart as Sarah used to be. Sarah's fists clenched. She'd lost before. But this? This was not the same. This had been done. And she was not so sure that she could do that. And meanwhile – Fraser and Tressa's New Beginning Tressa shut the door, breathing softly as she smiled at Fraser. "A knight?" she said, regarding him. Fraser rubbed at his hair, jaw locked. "That was. unexpected." Tressa smiled, leaning on the wall. "Seriously? You didn't think she'd come crawling back sooner or later, or something?" Fraser breathed slowly. "Part of me did, yes. But that moment I just saw her?"