LOGINChloe’s POV“Chloe!”Jake called me, rushing towards me.His voice cut through the emptiness of the warehouse like a blade.I turned just as he rushed toward me, his face tight with fear, anger, and something worse, relief that hadn’t fully settled yet. The Police officers came in behind him, guns raised, scanning every corner. Tyler followed closely, his jaw clenched, eyes sharp, already calculating exits and threats.Jake grabbed my arms.“What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised and shocked written all over his face. His hands were firm, not rough, but they trembled. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?”I opened my mouth to answer, but the words tangled in my throat. Instead, I asked the only thing that made sense in my spinning mind.“What were you doing here?” He stared at me for a second, stunned by the question, then exhaled sharply. “The police traced the number that sent those messages. It led here. We came as soon as we could.”My heart sank.So the message wa
Chloe’s POV“Stay here,” Jake said, already reaching for his jacket. “We’ll handle this. And I promise you, we will bring Mira back home safely.”I nodded, because that was what I always did when he used that tone, the one that sounded calm but carried iron underneath. Tyler was already by the door, speaking quietly with the officers, his face set in that hard, focused way I’d come to recognize. Men preparing for war. Last time I saw him looked that way was weeks ago, before Adrain was cut and apprehended.The door closed behind them with a final, hollow sound.And suddenly, the house felt too big.Too quiet.I stood there for a long moment, my hands hanging uselessly by my sides, my heart beating like it was trying to escape my chest. Mira’s face kept flashing in my mind, her shy smile, the way she’d hovered at the edges of rooms at first, unsure if she belonged. The way she’d finally laughed freely, as if she’d found safety at last.And now she was gone.I moved without really decid
Chloe’s POVMira was still missing. She hasn’t been foundSince morning. That truth sat in the center of the house like a wound no one dared to touch. Every mood of the house was different, from laughters down to this sudden silence, every hallway longer, every silence heavier, it was like everyone was truly affected by her absence. The calm we’d woken up to after the wedding had evaporated completely, replaced by something brittle and afraid.I stood by the window for the third time in an hour, watching the gates as if she might suddenly walk back in, hair a little messy, apologizing for worrying us. My hands were clasped so tightly together they ached.“She’ll come back,” I whispered, though I didn’t know who I was trying to convince.Jake was on the phone again. He’d been pacing since morning, voice low, clipped, controlled in that way that always meant he was holding something back. Tyler sat on the arm of the couch, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the floor. The staff moved quietly, li
Chloe’s POVThe morning after the wedding felt peaceful and amazing. Literally all our staffs were smiling, grinning from ear to ear. It felt unreal.Not the dramatic kind of unreal, no alarms, no screaming phones, no fear sitting heavy in my chest. Just quiet. The kind that hums softly, like the world finally exhaled after holding its breath for too long.Sunlight streamed through the curtains, pale and warm, kissing the floor in slow, lazy patterns. I lay still for a moment, listening to the gentle rhythm of my son’s breathing from his crib, the distant murmur of the house waking up. Somewhere down the hallway, a door opened. Footsteps padded softly. Laughter followed.This is Peace.I smiled to myself. For the first time in a long while, peace didn’t feel borrowed. It felt earned.I slipped out of bed carefully, wrapped a robe around myself, and crossed over to my baby. He stirred when I leaned over him, his tiny fingers curling instinctively, and my heart squeezed in that familiar
Chloe’s POVThe event was a hot and people walked around, but as evening finally came in, people started leaving slowly and quietly. And before we knew it the event finally came to an end and literally everyone was gone.The music was gone. The laughter had faded into memories. Even the lights seemed softer now, as if the world itself was tired but content. I stood alone in the garden, barefoot on cool grass, breathing in the calm that came after chaos.I was so happy and over joyed, I felt… whole and at peace. Jake was still at the front, seeing the last of the guests out, thanking them, shaking hands, smiling that calm, protective smile that now belonged to me alone. I could hear his voice faintly from where I stood, steady and warm.I closed my eyes.Peace looked good on me.“Chloe.” I head my name.I turned slowly.Tyler stood a few steps away, hands tucked into his pockets, posture careful, like someone approaching something fragile. He looked healthier now, stronger, but there
Chloe’s POVAfter Jake’s proposal and the family picture we took, I knew it was time to let my father know about our plans to remarry again, this time around as Chloe and Jake. Telling my father felt like stepping into sunlight after years of rain.He sat across from me in the quiet of his living room, hands folded, eyes attentive in that way that always reminded me he had seen too much life to be easily surprised anymore. Jake sat beside me, not towering, not guarded, just present.“We’re getting married,” I said softly. “…again.” I addedFor a moment, my father said nothing. Then he exhaled, slow and deep, as if releasing a breath he’d been holding for months.“This time,” he asked gently, “it’s because you want to?”“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “Because I choose him. Because he chooses me. This time as Chloe and Jake.”My father looked at Jake. Not as a man measuring wealth or power, but as a father measuring a man’s heart.“Protect her,” he said simply. “Protect her peace







