Sophia’s POVThe night was alive with energy as I stepped into the upscale club for Lila’s official debut. The venue was drenched in a sea of shimmering lights and deep purple hues, perfectly embodying Lila's glam, sexy, and sassy persona. “Wow, so cool,” I whispered with a thrill as I scanned the place. The walls had been decorated with silver and gold streamers that caught the light in mesmerizing patterns, while the dance floor pulsed with a beat that made you want to move. It was a perfect blend of high-end elegance and edgy chic, just like Lila herself.Kayla and I stood near the stage, swaying with the music and feeling charged with exuberance. Lila was a vision in a stunning sequined dress that glistened with every move she made. Her performance was electric, and the crowd was eating up every second of it. I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as I glanced at Kayla. Her face was lit up with the same excitement I felt. The stage setup was flawless—bright, bold, and complet
Sophia’s POVAs the performance came to a close, the crowd erupted in applause, and Lila took her final bow on stage. She was instantly swarmed by media people, their cameras flashing and microphones thrusting toward her. Everyone was obviously caught up in the high energy, and the air was just electrified with the eager chatter, laughter, and screams of delight and excitement. Kayla quickly moved into action, stepping through the crowd to assist Lila and help manage the press. “I’ll be back,” she said to me and Connor, her voice hurried but firm. “Just keep an eye on things until I get back.”Connor nodded, his gaze also shifting toward Morgana. “Be careful, Kayla.”As Kayla moved off to join Lila, I found myself increasingly troubled. The sight of Morgana hovering in the background, combined with the chaotic energy of the media, left me on edge. I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was about to go wrong.Suddenly, a voice interrupted my thoughts. “She’s so beautiful and
Elijah’s POVThe morning after the launch party, I stood in the middle of a hectic conference room, teeming with various conversations and the flashing lights of cameras. Media personnel and industry professionals had come together for Lila’s press conference.As I waited for it to start, my mind wandered back to last night. Morgana had been insistent on confronting Lila and her dad, who had both apparently turned their backs on her already. It was a good thing Sophia and I were able to stop her in time and force her to head out and not cause any trouble — for her daughter’s sake. After that, we went over to talk to Lila’s father in order to gather some information about Henry. But then, he seemed to have vanished without a trace. Lila told us he had to leave early and handed over his contact number, promising we could set up a meeting before he returned to France. Now, as I glanced around the room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that time was slipping through our fingers. What if Hen
Sophia’s POVThe press conference was winding down, and I still hadn’t seen Elijah. I glanced around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. I needed to tell him how well this turned out, thanks to him.Lila was on stage, wrapping up the final words of her speech. She looked composed, professional, and every inch the star she was meant to be. Her unique beauty and magnetic appeal captivated the audience.“Music has always been my passion, my way of connecting with the world,” Lila said, her voice steady and sincere. “I am thrilled to share this journey with all of you.”Her launch as a new singer had been a resounding success. Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder what she really knew about Henry's whereabouts. We would find out soon enough.As the applause died down, Kayla, representing Raven Media, joined Lila on stage for some photos. Cameras flashed, capturing the moment. Kayla looked radiant, her confidence palpable. I gave her a thumbs-up, which she returned with a quick smile.Th
Julia’s POVThe metal bars felt colder today, or maybe it was just my imagination. The days had blurred into an endless cycle of waiting and hoping, but today was different. My lawyer had stopped visiting me. The realization struck me like a sledgehammer, and my heart ached with the weight of it.I gripped the rough edges of my cot, trying hard not to fall apart completely. Why had he abandoned me? What had changed? My mind churned with possibilities, none of them comforting.It was during one of these spirals that the police officer walked by, his keys jangling at his belt. I called out to him, my voice trembling. “Officer, do you know why my lawyer hasn’t come to see me?”He stopped, his expression indifferent. “Your parents probably stopped paying him. The government might just assign you a new lawyer.”His words cut through me like a knife. My parents had abandoned me too? The people who were supposed to stand by me, to fight for me, had given up. I felt a surge of anger and betra
Elijah’s POVI walked into the TV network studio and immediately scanned the area, my eyes settling on the door to the set where Lila was wrapping up her guest appearance. My heart pounded with anticipation. This conversation had been a long time coming.The door opened, and Lila emerged, looking as poised as ever in her stylish outfit. Her eyes widened when she saw me, a flicker of surprise—and was it nervousness?—crossing her face. I stepped forward, forcing a smile.“Hey, Lila,” I greeted her. “How did it go?”She composed herself quickly, offering me a bright smile. “Elijah, hi! It went well. Everyone was warm and friendly. The public loves me, or so they say.”I nodded, not entirely convinced by her easy demeanor. “That's good to hear. But we need to talk, as you promised.”Her smile faltered slightly, but she nodded. “Yeah, we do. There's a cafe nearby. Let's go there.”We walked in silence to the cafe, the bustling city sounds filling the void between us. The cafe was cozy, a s
Sophia’s POVI pulled up to Grandma Evelyn's house, not knowing how to feel. Reese sat in the back seat, humming a tune from her recent piano lesson. I took a deep breath and turned off the engine, my fingers lingering on the key.Grandma Evelyn had been calling me almost every day, asking me to visit and bring Reese. Knowing now that I was her real, biological granddaughter—the real Sabrina—made everything feel awkward and weird. But I knew I had to face it eventually. Besides, Evelyn and her husband George had always been good and welcoming to me.“Ready, Reese?” I asked, turning to my daughter.“Yep!” she chirped, bouncing in her seat.We walked up the path to the house, and I rang the doorbell. Moments later, Grandpa George opened the door with a warm smile.“Sophia, Reese, come on in,” he greeted us, stepping aside to let us enter.“Hi, Grandpa George!” Reese exclaimed, giving him a big hug.“Hello, sweetheart,” he chuckled, patting her back. “Evelyn's in the living room.”We mad
Sophia’s POVEvelyn’s room was quiet and peaceful, the sound of the piano drifting in from the next room where Reese and Grandpa George were still playing. I carefully helped Evelyn from her wheelchair to the bed, making sure she was comfortable before moving into the chair beside her.“Thank you, Sophia,” Evelyn said as she adjusted her pillow. Her eyes, though tired, still held that familiar sparkle.“It's no trouble at all, Grandma Evelyn,” I replied, smoothing the covers around her.She reached out and took my hand gently. “How are you really doing these days?”I took a deep breath, glancing toward the door where the sounds of Reese's laughter and the piano notes blended harmoniously. “Work is good. I have plenty of projects keeping me busy.”Evelyn nodded, her expression thoughtful. “And what about matters of the heart?”I hesitated for a moment, thinking hard about her question and feeling my emotions reacting to it. “Well, it's complicated,” I began, finding it oddly comforting