LOGINTIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW"You can't keep avoiding this, Tia," she said softly, her voice steady, almost gentle. "Genesis is asking questions. And the more he sends, the deeper those questions will cut."Her words sliced through me even without sharpness. I leaned against the counter, pressing my palms into the wood as though I could hold myself upright with sheer force."I know," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Do you think I don't know?"Vera's eyes softened, but she didn't relent. "Then what are you going to do?" she asked quietly.The question landed between us like a stone in water, rippling outward until the silence rang louder than her voice. My throat closed, the words clawing at the back of it, but I had nothing to give her. Nothing that would satisfy, nothing that would erase the ache that had rooted itself in both me and my daughter."I want to protect her," I said finally, my voice cracking under the weight of it. "She deserves a childhood free of complications, fre
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW"You can't keep avoiding this, Tia," she said softly, her voice steady, almost gentle. "Genesis is asking questions. And the more he sends, the deeper those questions will cut."Her words sliced through me even without sharpness. I leaned against the counter, pressing my palms into the wood as though I could hold myself upright with sheer force."I know," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Do you think I don't know?"Vera's eyes softened, but she didn't relent. "Then what are you going to do?" she asked quietly.The question landed between us like a stone in water, rippling outward until the silence rang louder than her voice. My throat closed, the words clawing at the back of it, but I had nothing to give her. Nothing that would satisfy, nothing that would erase the ache that had rooted itself in both me and my daughter."I want to protect her," I said finally, my voice cracking under the weight of it. "She deserves a childhood free of complications, free
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe house had settled into a quiet rhythm after the broadcast, the kind of hush that comes when everyone drifts into their own corners, retreating into private worlds. Genesis’s laughter floated faintly from upstairs as she played, her little voice spilling through the floorboards like sunlight through cracks, bright and untouchable. Vera had retreated to the study with a stack of paperwork, her pen scratching quietly against the silence, while Cameron busied himself in the kitchen, humming a tune under his breath as he chopped vegetables.The air was thick with the scent of garlic and something warm simmering, but it did little to dispel the heaviness that pressed down on me. I sat alone on the sofa, staring at the darkened television screen, its reflection showing a version of me I barely recognized, shadows curling around my features.My phone buzzed suddenly against the coffee table, vibrating loud enough to make me jump. The sharp sound shattered th
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe house had settled into a quiet rhythm after the broadcast, the kind of hush that comes when everyone drifts into their own corners. Genesis's laughter floated faintly from upstairs as she played, her little voice spilling through the floorboards like sunlight through cracks. Vera had retreated to the study with a stack of paperwork, while Cameron busied himself in the kitchen, humming a tune under his breath. I sat alone on the sofa, staring at the darkened television screen, its reflection showing a version of me I barely recognized.My phone buzzed suddenly against the coffee table, vibrating loud enough to make me jump. I glanced at the screen, and my chest tightened at the sight of the international country code. The numbers looked foreign, carrying a weight that set my nerves on edge. My heart kicked hard, and for one reckless second, I thought it might be him. My fingers hovered just above the device, trembling with hesitation. The air around m
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe first light of morning slipped past the curtains, painting the room in a pale golden hue. I blinked awake slowly, and the first thing my eyes landed on was the silver bracelet around my wrist. The lily charm glinted against the sunlight, innocent and beautiful, as though it had been meant for me all along. I turned my arm gently, considering unclasping it before anyone could see, but my fingers hesitated. Somehow, it felt heavier than its weight. It was not just metal. It was Elijah's presence lingering on me, even across oceans.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, feeling the way silence pressed against my ears. Sleep had not been generous last night. The bracelet had kept reminding me of him, of everything that was said and unsaid, of everything we were and weren't. My heart argued between removing it to protect myself and keeping it to protect the fragile thread that still existed between us. I hated the pull, the way one simple gift
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe house had gone quiet after dinner, filled only with the hum of the radiator and the muffled laughter of children behind closed doors. I stood barefoot in the kitchen, stirring honey into a mug of tea while the snow outside started to fall. The counter lights cast a soft amber glow across the marble, and everything in me ached with the kind of fatigue that came after too many days of being strong. I had tucked Genesis in hours ago, kissed her cheek twice just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. She looked peaceful here, like her world hadn't been broken in half just weeks ago.Cameron came padding in, still in his socks, with a half-smirk on his face and a packet of cookies in his hand."Is this where the sad moms hang out now?" he asked, hopping onto one of the stools.I lifted a brow. "You're the one with cookies at midnight. I should be asking you that.""These are comfort cookies," he said, opening the wrapper with exaggerated care. "Strictly medicinal
SOLA FRITZ'S (TIARA MCKENZIES') POINT OF VIEWI gave Paris two more days. Two days of business meetings, photo ops, and staring contests with people who smiled too much. I played Sola flawlessly in every nod, every signature, every red-carpet wave. But inside, I was unraveling. The applause didn’t
TIARA MCKENZIE'S (SOLA FRITZ'S) POINT OF VIEWThe wheels kissed the tarmac like they knew not to test me. Paris sparkled ahead, all runway lights and velvet pretense. I didn't exhale until the jet settled. Beneath that skyline, glittering like a lie, I already felt the pull. Not romance. Not nostal
SOLA'S POINT OF VIEWThe flight home was sterile, thick with false calm. Every vibration of the engine felt exaggerated, like the plane itself was trying to whisper something to me. The air smelled of recycled nerves and cabin pressure, but it was the quiet that unnerved me most. There were no cryi
TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEWShanghai's skyline pierced the clouds like blades of steel. Towering high-rises gleamed beneath a cloudy afternoon sun as my flight descended onto the tarmac. The transition through customs had been seamless. Just another perk of flying under an alias reinforced by la







