Chris’s POVFor a split second, I stood frozen, trying to make sense of it. She had just been there, smiling at me, waving, the candlelight dancing in her eyes. But now… nothing.A cold chill ran down my spine as I quickly scanned the surrounding area. People were walking by, casually enjoying their evening. No one seemed alarmed, no one seemed to have noticed anything unusual.“Emily?” I called out, taking a few steps toward the table while scanning the area. I tried to stay calm, telling myself she’d maybe gone inside the café or taken a quick bathroom break. But something in the air felt wrong. Off.I hurried toward the entrance of the café, peeking inside. “Emily?” I called again, louder this time. Heads turned in my direction, but none of them were hers.I moved quickly through the café, checking each corner, each table, hoping to see her, but Emily was nowhere in sight. The soft murmur of conversations around me felt muffled as panic crept in. Where could she have gone?“Emily?
Sophia’s POVI sat at the sleek conference table, my hands folded in front of me as Morgana rattled off yet another list of revisions. Another set of changes. My team had already poured months of work into this project, offering every possible option and angle, yet nothing ever seemed to satisfy her.The words blurred together as I struggled to remain composed. I had rehearsed this in my head so many times, the polite but firm boundary I’d been meaning to set. Today was the day I would finally say it.Morgana’s voice droned on, "...and I was thinking we should rework the lighting concept again, make it warmer, no, wait—cooler—but not too cold, just a hint of warmth—"I cleared my throat softly, interrupting her for the first time. “Morgana,” I said, keeping my tone even. “I understand you want this to be perfect. But we’ve already provided you with countless options. If we keep making changes like this, we’ll never get to the implementation stage, and the restaurant won’t open in tim
Elijah’s POVI stared at the dim light of my phone, the message from the former investigators pulsing in my mind. They had contacted me out of the blue after a long time of silence, saying they had a lead on Henry and Julia. I had almost dismissed it as another wild goose chase, but something tugged at me.I have to follow up every lead, see where it gets me.When Sophia came home later that evening, I could see the fatigue on her face. She dropped her bag by the door and looked at me with curiosity. “Hey, what’s got you so tense?” she asked, walking over to where I sat at the kitchen table. “Is it about Henry and Julia?”I stared at her in surprise. “How did you know?”“Trevis mentioned it but he didn’t go into any details. What did you find out?”I explained the situation. “Somebody saw them at a café a few towns over, and heard something suspicious. I want to check it out tomorrow.”“You really think this will go anywhere? They’re criminals on the run, Elijah. What if you get in o
Chris’s POVI sat at the police station in Paris, my heart racing as I leaned forward to review once again the security footage from the cafe. It was the last place Emily had been seen, and I had to find something—anything—that could lead me to her.“Pause it there,” I instructed the officer, who had been going through the footage with me. As the video froze, I pointed at the screen. “See that guy? The one in the black hoodie? Look at his arm.”The officer squinted at the screen. “What about it?”“Check out the tattoo. It looks familiar.” I felt a chill run down my spine as I recalled a conversation I had overheard.The officer leaned closer, then nodded slowly. “I know that symbol. It’s the mark of Les Ombres Écarlates. They’re a dangerous mob group operating in the area.”My heart dropped. “Les Ombres Écarlates?” I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady. “That’s connected to Isabelle. Fuck, she’s still pulling strings, even from behind bars.”“Looks that way,” the officer replied,
Chris’s POV“What? Murder? I—I don’t even know anyone named Jonathan Rousseau! This has to be a mistake! I’m just visiting the country!” One of the officers stepped closer, his expression unmoved. “We have evidence that ties you to the crime scene. You’ll be taken in for questioning.”“Wait! This is insane! I didn’t kill anyone!” I shouted, my heart racing as I tried to process the situation. How had this happened? I was here to find Emily, to rescue her from God knows what, and now I was being accused of murder? It felt like I had fallen into a nightmare.The officers weren’t listening. One of them was already guiding me toward the police car, while the other picked up my phone from the ground.“You have the right to remain silent, and anything you say can be used against you in court,” the officer recited in a monotone voice.“Chris! What’s happening?” Phoebe’s panicked voice cut through the chaos as she rushed out of the apartment building, her eyes wide with fear. She reached the
Phoebe’s POV“Save my sister!” I screamed, my voice raw. “Please! Please save my sister!” Suddenly, I jerked awake, my chest heaving, soaked in sweat. I blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, the harshness of my nightmare slowly giving way to reality. My heart was still racing, and I could feel the fear sticking to me, refusing to let go.Everything rushed back to me all at once. The call from Lance last night, the fragments of hope he’d offered. Lance—my old friend turned journalist—had mentioned that he knew someone, an ex-member of Les Ombres Écarlates. His contact had ideas on where Emily might be. He had given me the names of three possible places, and today, that old connection was supposed to lead us through those dark corners of Paris.I wiped my eyes, pulling myself together, and jumped out of bed. My legs felt shaky as I rushed to the bathroom, turning on the shower. I needed to move fast. As the hot water poured over me, I went over Lance’
Phoebe’s POVThe guy’s eyes darted between us, his breathing ragged. “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, alright? We’re just moving some merchandise. No girls here, I swear.”Chris shoved him harder against the wall. “Merchandise? You better be telling the truth, or I swear—”Before Chris could finish, we heard it—sirens, faint at first but growing louder by the second. The police.“Damn it,” Rémy hissed under his breath. “We need to go.”I froze, panic flooding my veins. “What? No, we can’t leave. What if Emily’s still—”“She’s not here,” Rémy cut me off, his voice cold and certain. “They tipped off the cops. This place is a dead end.”Chris looked like he was about to argue, but the flashing lights outside told us we didn’t have time. The police would be swarming the place any second.With one last shove, Chris let the guy go, his frustration evident. “If I find out you lied…” He didn’t need to finish the threat.We bolted, slipping out through a side door just as the fir
Emily’s POVMy heart raced as the man who had been watching me ripped the cloth away from my mouth. I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing off the cold, damp walls. “Shut up!” he shouted, his voice a snarl that sent chills racing down my spine.Before I could catch my breath, he swung his fist, connecting hard with my jaw. Pain exploded in my mouth, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood. I gasped, tears spilling down my cheeks. I wanted to sob, to give in to the darkness creeping in at the edges of my mind. But as I sat there, blood dripping from my lips, I felt something stir within me—a flicker of defiance. I can't let Isabelle win. She won't get the satisfaction of breaking me.“And Jared needs me,” I whispered to myself, the thought igniting a spark of determination. My son deserved better than to lose his mother to this nightmare. I couldn’t let them take me without a fight.The man standing in front of me gave out an evil laugh. He had just been playing with me
Chris’s POV“Is dinner almost ready?” Emily’s voice floated from the other room, sounding cheerful as she finished up tidying the house.“Almost,” I called back, stirring the stew simmering on the stovetop. “Just needs a few more minutes.”Life here in the small, remote village in the French Alps had been both a blessing and a challenge. Our stone cottage was modest but sturdy, its walls thick enough to keep out the biting cold of the high altitude. The village itself was tiny, no more than a cluster of houses dotting the mountainside, isolated from any major town. There was no cell reception, no internet, just us and the few villagers who lived their lives undisturbed by the outside world.As I stirred the stew, my thoughts drifted back to Sophia. Over the past year, I’d allowed myself to risk only one letter—one that I’d sent to her, hoping it would reach her without raising any alarms. It had been a gamble, and I hadn’t dared to send another since. The mob had eyes everywhere, and
Sophia’s POVCooking had always been my therapy. No matter what weighed on my mind, the rhythm of chopping vegetables, the sizzle of garlic and onions in the pan, and the fragrant waft of spices never failed to calm me. Today, I was making Elijah’s favorite—a rich, savory beef stew with roasted vegetables. I wanted everything to be perfect, excited to see his face light up when he tasted it.As the stew simmered, filling the kitchen with its warm, mouthwatering aroma, I could hear Roxy and Jared in the living room, laughing as they played with their nanny. Their happy voices added to the comforting hum of our home.Just then, I heard the familiar rumble of the school bus pulling up outside. A minute later, the front door opened and closed, and I heard the sound of small footsteps padding through the hallway. Reese must be home. She’d been insisting on taking the bus lately, thrilled with the freedom of riding home with her friends, even though it was just a short ride from school. Sh
Elijah’s POVAs we stepped out of the cafe and headed to the car, I was feeling the weight of everything we’d just discussed with Morgana. My mind was already calculating the best way to set up security for her cafe, running through names of trusted guards who could handle any threat.Just as I opened the car door to get the kids settled in, I noticed Sophia suddenly freeze. Her gaze was locked on someone in the distance, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and urgency.Before I could react, she broke into a sprint, calling out, “Wait!”A jolt of alarm shot through me. Who was she chasing? I quickly ushered the kids into the car. “Reese, watch out for Jared and Roxy. Stay here, alright? I’ll be back quickly.”She nodded, looking confused but responsible, as she pulled Jared and Roxy into the backseat. I shut the door and took off after Sophia, my heart pounding as I tried to catch up.I finally spotted her, standing just a few paces away from a woman who had turned around, meeting S
Elijah’s POVMorgana’s eyes narrowed slightly, a shadow of hurt appearing on her face. She leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper, just enough for me to hear. “It seems that you still don’t trust me, Elijah.”She sat back, looking away as her eyes grew misty, her voice trembling with emotion. “But I understand. I can’t blame you.” She paused, swallowing, then met my gaze again, her tone softer. “To me, you’re my son, and I’ll always care about you. I just hope that someday… someday we can mend things fully.”Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, I felt the great burden of our past—the misunderstandings, the betrayals, and the quiet resentment that had simmered between us for so long. She took a shaky breath, her fingers gently tapping the table as she continued, “I promised myself I would never lie to you again, Elijah. I hope you believe that.”I studied her for a moment, not entirely sure how I felt, but I nodded slowly. “That’s good,” I replied simply, keeping my voice
Elijah’s POVAs I watched Morgana carefully, I took note of every reaction—every emotion that crossed her face. Her surprise seemed genuine, but I couldn’t afford to be careless. After all, I’d learned long ago that my stepmother was a master at masking her true thoughts when it suited her.Morgana looked up, genuinely mortified. “Why would you think that, Elijah? What would Lennon have to do with that mob?” She leaned in, her tone laced with worry. “Isn’t that the same group responsible for so many crimes here and in France?”“Yes,” I replied sharply, feeling the weight of the topic pressing down on me. “They’ve caused… a lot of harm. And they’re responsible for the disappearance of…” I caught myself before I could say more, my gaze sliding to Jared, who was happily grinning and absorbed in his latest creation—a mountain sketched onto his napkin.I swallowed back the words, feeling Sophia’s gaze on me as well, her eyes widening with silent understanding. She knew exactly where my tho
Sophia’s POVVictoria Langston’s face tightened with surprise as she glanced back at us, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m so sorry for the disruption, and if Kian made the little girl cry,” she said hurriedly, addressing Morgana with a tight smile. “Uh, I’m sure he didn’t mean to,” Morgana answered. Victoria nodded, looking worried. “I’ll just give you a call soon to discuss the rest.”Without waiting for a reply, Victoria turned on her heel and left, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she hurried out of the cafe.I knelt down beside Roxy, pulling her into my arms and rubbing her back soothingly. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy’s here. Just breathe.”Roxy’s sobs slowly quieted as I rocked her gently, her little fingers clutching onto my shirt. She buried her face in my shoulder, but she still wouldn’t say a word. Her tiny shoulders heaved, and I could feel the tension in her body as I continued to calm her.I glanced over my shoulder at my eldest child Reese, who was stan
Sophia’s POVThe following morning, as sunlight streamed through our bedroom window, I lay awake, staring up at the ceiling, the events of last night playing on an endless loop in my mind. I couldn’t shake the image of Lennon clutching that ominous envelope… or the strange woman and her little boy, who somehow felt so familiar.Lost in thought, I barely heard Elijah enter the room until he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand resting on my shoulder. “You’re up early,” he noted, studying me with a concerned expression.I managed a weak smile. “Couldn’t sleep. I keep thinking about last night. Lennon and that… envelope.” I hesitated, lowering my voice. He reached out, taking my hand in his. “Well, maybe we’ll have a chance to find out. Mom invited us for brunch at the cafe today. She said she’d love to see the kids again.”I sat up, my heart pounding at the prospect. “Maybe… maybe we could use it as a chance to ask her. About Lennon, I mean. If she’s hiding something, I think you’d be
Sophia’s POVI was trying to steady my racing heart, unable to get back to the festivities yet, when my husband Elijah approached me. “Sophia, where have you been? Everyone’s been asking about you,” he said, his tone gentle but laced with worry.I forced a small smile. “I just… needed a moment to think. But actually, I have to talk to you.” I reached out, grasping his arm, and pulled him aside into a quieter corner of the hallway, far from prying ears.“What’s going on?” he asked, his gaze intense.“Lennon,” I whispered, casting a glance down the hallway to make sure no one was listening. “I just ran into him by the restroom. He was carrying an envelope…” My voice trembled as I continued. “It had the Les Ombres Écarlates emblem on it.”Elijah’s eyes widened. “Wait—are you sure?”“Yes. I’m sure. He even hurried away when he saw me glancing at it.” I bit my lip, trying to calm the anxiety clawing at my insides. “What could he possibly want with them? And if Lennon’s involved… does that
Sophia’s POVJared squirmed in my arms, distracting me from my thoughts. I set him down, smiling as he took off again, this time circling around me in playful loops.As I watched him, my gaze drifted back to the table where Elijah was talking with Kayla, and I noticed his expression—serene but thoughtful, as if he, too, was carrying an invisible weight.Les Ombres Écarlates had fallen silent in the U.S. since Henry and Julia were locked away, but whispers remained that the syndicate still operated in France. No one knew who might be leading them now.Isabelle had remained in prison, and for all we knew, she’d been cut off from her network… or perhaps she was working wonders from the shadows, keeping her influence alive from a distance. No one could tell for sure.“Mommy?” Jared tugged on my hand, bringing me back to the present. “Can I go play with Roxy and Reese?”“Of course, sweetheart,” I said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “They’re right over there with Daddy.”Jared darted fo