Eloise’s POV“You will never be someone, Eloise.” Now I understand what she meant. Now I know what she knew.But how?How did she know about Ellaine?Ellaine had been dead for years. How could Mildred have known about my sister?“You should follow him, Eloise. Explain it better to Sebastian,” Mother Celine urged.I sighed.She was right. I knew it wouldn’t be easy for Sebastian to accept the truth. Especially after Mildred had likely deceived him.I stood up.“I’ll be back, Mother.”She nodded, so I walked out of the room.Sebastian was no longer in the hallway, so I quickened my pace. And when I turned the corner, I saw him standing in front of the elevator, waiting for the doors to open.“Sebastian!”He turned around at the sound of my voice.He sighed when he saw me.“Where are you going?” I asked.He looked back at the elevator doors.“I need to talk to her, Eloise. I need to know why.”“If anyone can give you the truth, it’s me, Sebastian. Ellaine is my sister!” I insisted.“The
Eloise’s POVFor years, I had been wondering what happened to him.If he was okay. What kind of life did he have now? Or if… if he was even still alive.Even with everything that had happened in my life, he never once left my mind. I even made a promise to myself that I would find him someday.I stared at Sebastian, who looked just as stunned as I was.So that’s why he seemed so familiar to me. Because I’ve known him for a long time. My heart could recognize him. “W-What? Are you sure, Mother Celine?” Sebastian asked, his voice filled with disbelief.His mouth hung open as he looked back and forth between the two of us.“She is Eloise? The sister of Ellaine?”Mother Celine nodded slowly.“Yes, Sebastian.” She let out a soft sigh. “It’s heartbreaking that you two didn’t recognize each other sooner.”Sebastian gave a short laugh and stood up, running his fingers through his hair in disbelief.“I—I don’t know what to say. Mother… she’s my wife.”This time, it was Mother Celine who look
Someone’s POV – Years AgoYoung Sebastian stepped out of his father’s black car. He was only five years old then, far too young to fully grasp what was happening.“Come on. Let’s go inside,” said Salazar Whitmore, Sebastian’s father.Sebastian looked up at the building before him. It was much smaller than their mansion, and on top of it hung a large sign.“Angel’s Orphanage,” he whispered.Even with his young mind, he already had an idea of what an orphanage was. But why was he here? Why did his daddy bring him?His gaze shifted to the playground where several children were laughing and playing. A small smile tugged at his lips. He had his own playground at home, but there was something heartwarming about seeing kids so full of joy.“Sebastian!”He looked up again. His father was already at the entrance, brow furrowed. Sebastian quickly followed him inside.Even indoors, the place was filled with children. Some older than him, others his age. But what really caught his eye were the tw
Sebastian’s POVI couldn’t help but smile as I drove toward WMH. Every now and then, I’d glance at Eloise, who sat quietly in the passenger seat. Our hands were intertwined.She looked so beautiful, even in her simplicity. I couldn’t stop myself from occasionally bringing her hand to my lips and kissing it while I drove.“Aren’t your arms getting tired?” she asked.I looked at her—and she was smiling from ear to ear. It felt so good to see her smiling more often now.“Not at all,” I answered. “I think I’d rather lose feeling in my arms than let go of your hand.”She laughed softly and leaned her head against the window.“You’re ridiculous,” she whispered.“Only for you,” I replied without hesitation.A comfortable silence settled between us. I kept my eyes on the road, but I was also keenly aware of the warmth of her fingers laced with mine. That small touch was enough to ground me, to remind me that she was here. That we were okay now.When we reached the hospital parking lot, I help
Eloise’ POVThe plane had just touched down at the airport. The trip yesterday lasted almost fifteen hours. My limbs were already stiff, but I hardly noticed because of the man beside me.I smiled when I saw Sebastian’s eyes still closed. He really came with me back to the Philippines.I know I’m still keeping a few things from him. But it feels good—comforting—to know that now, our feelings for each other are finally clear.For the first time in my life, someone chose me… simply because I was me.Moments later, the pilot announced that we could begin to disembark. I tapped Sebastian’s cheek gently to wake him.He groaned and slowly opened his eyes.“We’re here,” I whispered.Sebastian smiled immediately, his eyes fixed on me.“If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.”I blinked, needing a second to process what he’d said—then I smiled and lightly smacked his arm.“You’re unbelievable! Stop sweet-talking and get up—we’re leaving!”He chuckled, the sound deep and warm.I turned awa
Sebastian’s POVI had just finished filing the case against Mildred.My lawyer told me the kidnapping charges here in Paris would proceed. She would be jailed for a few more days while arrangements for her transfer to the Philippines were being finalized.I never wanted this to happen. But I had no choice.Mildred would continue to be a threat to Eloise if I didn’t have her locked up.“Everything is ready, Mr. Whitmore,” Marcus said.He had flown in to join me in Paris and help handle the aftermath of everything that had happened.We had just stepped out of the station where Mildred was now being held and were walking toward the car in the parking lot.“Let me know when you’re heading back to the Philippines,” he added.I nodded. “Okay. I’ll call you. You can head back ahead of me.”“Yes, sir—”We both stopped walking as we neared the car.Marcus looked down at the phone in his hand.“I’ll just take this call, sir.”I nodded and waited beside the car.“Yes? Okay. I’ll inform him.”My