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
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 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
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
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
Chris’s POVEmily and I sat in tense silence, keeping watch on the figures outside. The snow sparkled faintly under the moonlight, but the two shadows stood out, dark and ominous. My pulse was racing, the steady thudding in my chest matching the rhythm of Emily’s nervous breaths beside me.“Chris,” she whispered, gripping my arm. “What are we going to do?”I weighed our options, each one grimmer than the last. “We can’t just sit here,” I murmured. “We don’t know who they are or what they want, but we can’t let them get any closer.”She nodded, her face determined but pale. I motioned for her to stay back and quietly unlocked the door, taking a step outside. The cold night air bit into my skin, but I ignored it, focusing on the two men. They moved slowly toward us, and I braced myself, ready to fight if I had to.“Stay back!” I called out, my voice hard, aiming to mask the fear beneath. “You’ve got the wrong place. We don’t know you.”One of the men raised his hands, his voice surprisi
Elijah’s POV“Mr. Sinclair, we’re ready to move on to the project figures,” one of the executives said, snapping my attention back to the present. I’d been listening, nodding along as they reviewed quarterly reports, but my mind was elsewhere—always drifting back to Chris and Emily, to whatever slim chance remained of finding them alive.Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw Joe’s name. My heart skipped a beat. Joe was in France, tracking the mob’s every move, and he only called when there was news—either good or bad. And today, it could only mean one thing.“Excuse me,” I said, pushing back my chair and standing, doing my best to keep my tone steady. “I need to take this. Important call.”I stepped out of the room and quickly found a secluded corner, shielding myself from the murmur of the meeting room. Taking a deep breath, I answered, “Joe?”“Elijah,” came Joe’s calm but urgent voice. “I know how to contact them.”My heart raced. “Chris and Emily?”“Yes. I’ve
Chris’s POVThe cabin in the Ardennes was larger than our last place, with more rooms and enough space to actually stretch out for a change. Hidden deep in the dense forest, it felt safer—remote, isolated, far from the eyes and ears of anyone who might try to track us. The only sounds here were the whisper of the trees and the occasional rustle of wildlife in the underbrush.Emily and I were both exhausted from the journey, but Marc and Luc insisted that we couldn’t rest until they had set up the system they’d devised for us to contact our loved ones. So, as I unpacked, they busied themselves at the large wooden table in the center of the cabin, assembling the shortwave radio they’d somehow gotten hold of. Marc glanced over at me, his expression serious. “This radio,” he said, holding it up, “is the only way you’ll be able to contact Elijah safely. It’s low-tech but effective for our purposes. It doesn’t rely on cell towers or internet, which makes it difficult to trace.”Luc nodded,
Sophia’s POVThe days blurred into a strange rhythm of forced professionalism. Working with Lucas wasn’t as unbearable as I’d feared—not because I was suddenly comfortable, but because he’d been on his best behavior. He hadn’t crossed any boundaries or tried to rekindle the tension that lingered between us after that night at the bar.Maybe he’d finally understood where the line was drawn, or maybe he just didn’t want to provoke Elijah any further. After all, Elijah had been making a habit of dropping by Urban Next with valid yet transparent excuses whenever Lucas was around. Whether it was about an upcoming project at Sinclair Realty or checking in on a mutual client or even about one of our kids, Elijah’s presence was a clear signal.And it worked—mostly. Lucas stayed polite, professional, and focused. But despite his cooperation, I couldn’t shake the emotional stress pressing down on me. Elijah and I still barely spoke at home. Our conversations were limited to logistics about the
Sophia’s POVThe snow was blinding, a relentless swirl of white that pressed against me, freezing my skin and stealing my breath. My small legs stumbled as I trudged through the icy wilderness, calling out, my voice hoarse and cracking. "Mom? Dad?"But the only sound was the howling wind.“Sabrina,” a voice whispered, low and chilling, carried by the storm. I froze, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. It came again, closer this time. “Sabrina…”I spun around, trying to find the source, but all I saw was the snow and shadows. Then I spotted her—Morgana—walking away in the distance. She wasn’t alone. A man I didn’t recognize had his arm around her, and they laughed as if they didn't have a care in the world.“Hey!” I screamed, tears freezing on my cheeks. “Don’t leave me!”She didn’t turn back. I ran after her, my small boots slipping on the ice, but then I felt it—strong hands grabbing me, dragging me backward. Panic surged as I kicked and flailed, but my captor held me ti
Elijah’s POVI stepped back quickly, putting as much distance as I could between myself and Camille. My mind raced, trying to process Victoria’s unexpected appearance. “What are you doing here?” I asked Victoria, straightening my shoulders and pretending that she had not just witnessed what she did. “I should ask this girl the same thing…” Victoria said meaningfully, narrowing her eyes at Camille. Then turning back to me, she added, “Well, I dropped by because I wanted to talk to you about the legalities of Bella Sera.”Camille didn’t seem fazed, at least not outwardly. Her lips curved into a smirk, though her eyes darted to Victoria warily. She spoke before I could respond to Victoria. “I’m not sure what you think you just walked in on,” she said smoothly, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from her sleeve. “But it was nothing.”Victoria stepped fully into the room, positioning herself between Camille and me like a shield. “I saw enough,” she said coolly. “Camille, let me make som
Elijah’s POVI leaned back in my chair, tapping a pen absently against the edge of my desk. My mind was a mess, tangled in thoughts of last night—of Sophia’s quiet, tearful face, of the widening gap between us.I shouldn’t have agreed to meet Camille today. Hell, I shouldn’t have even taken her call last night. But when she’d been crying on the phone, asking to meet, saying she wanted to quit modeling and come back to Sinclair Realty, I’d felt cornered. There was desperation in her voice, and while I didn’t trust her motives entirely, I didn’t feel right dismissing her outright.Still, I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that this was a mistake. Sophia must have overheard the call last night—I’d caught the faintest shift of movement in the hallway after I’d hung up. But she hadn’t said a word, neither last night nor this morning. We’d gone about our routines in silence, our conversations limited to the kids and logistics. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.“Come in,” I
Sophia’s POVWe reached the car, and as soon as I settled into the passenger seat, I leaned my head back, pressing my fingers to my temples in a futile attempt to dull the pounding. Elijah slammed the door shut on his side, the sound making me flinch. He didn’t start the engine right away. Instead, he turned to face me, his jaw tight and his eyes blazing with fury.“You were meeting him,” he said, his voice low but sharp. “Weren’t you? After Kayla left, you knew he’d show up.”“What?” I snapped, sitting up despite the dull ache pulling at me. “Are you serious right now?”“I trusted you, Sophia,” he continued, his voice rising. “And you—what, you think I’m stupid? You think I wouldn’t figure it out?”My chest tightened, anger and disbelief surging. “If you trusted me, you’d believe me when I tell you the truth. I didn’t plan any of this. Lucas just showed up. What was I supposed to do? Ignore him and pass out on the floor?”“You could have called me,” he shot back. “Or Kayla. Hell, any
Sophia’s POV“I’m fine,” I said quickly, waving him off even though my legs felt like jelly. “Just a little dizzy, that’s all. Nice to see you, but I’m heading out now.”I took a shaky step forward, determined to get outside and wait for Elijah. But the room tilted again, and I swayed dangerously. Before I could catch myself, Lucas’s hands shot out, gripping my arms and balancing me. “You’re not fine,” he said firmly. His hands were warm against my skin, and I hated how grounded they made me feel. “Come on, let’s sit down. You need water. Let me help you.”“Lucas, no. I’m okay,” I insisted, trying to pull away, but my legs betrayed me, another wave of dizziness forcing me to lean on him. My heart raced, not just from the physical sensation but from the sinking fear of what Elijah would think if he walked in right now.“Stop arguing,” Lucas said, his voice soft but insistent. “You can barely stand. Just sit down for a minute. I’ll get you some water.”I had no choice but to let him gu
Sophia’s POVThe dim glow of the club’s neon lights danced across our table as Kayla and I leaned in, laughing over the rim of our cocktail glasses. The music thumped in the background, a pulsing beat that seemed to sync with the energy of the room.“See?” Kayla grinned, tossing her hair back. “Aren’t you glad you came out?”I took another sip of my drink, nodding. “I’ll admit, this is fun. It’s been forever since I just let loose like this.”Kayla gave me a playful nudge. “Good. That’s the whole point. Forget your worries for a bit.”A few minutes later, we were on the dance floor, swaying to the music. The crowd around us moved as one, and for the first time in weeks, I felt free—untethered by work, responsibilities, and the heavy weight of my recent thoughts.As we returned to our table, a man approached Kayla, flashing a charming smile. “Hey there. Can I buy you a drink?”Kayla raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. “Appreciate the offer, but I’m good, thanks.”He h
Sophia’s POVKayla and I settled into the plush chairs at the nail salon, the soothing melody of soft music blending with the faint scent of lavender in the air. It was a welcome reprieve from the chaos of life, and I could already feel some of the tension lifting from my shoulders.“This is exactly what I needed,” I sighed as the nail technician began working on my hands. “Just some peace and quiet with my best friend.”Kayla grinned from the chair next to me, her toes soaking in warm, bubbly water. “Tell me about it. Between Asha’s teething and Connor’s latest work crisis, I feel like I haven’t sat down for five minutes in days.”I chuckled. “Motherhood. Marriage. The joys of adulting, right? Remember when our biggest problem was whether our outfits matched for the weekend parties?”“Or whether that cute guy from history class would notice us,” Kayla added with a laugh. “Life was so simple back then.”We both laughed, and for a moment, it felt like we were back in those carefree day
Elijah’s POVI stretched out on the couch, letting out a slow breath as I stared at the ceiling. Saturday mornings were supposed to be a time to recharge, but my mind was a tangled web of doubts, plans, and suspicions. Between Lennon’s shady dealings and Sophia’s decision to work with Lucas, I felt like I was walking a tightrope, trying to balance everything without falling apart.The sound of laughter drifted in from the garden, pulling me out of my thoughts. The kids were giggling about something, their voices light and carefree. Sophia’s laughter mingled with theirs, warm and melodic.Maybe this is what I need. Just one day without suspicion or frustration. One day to relax and have fun with my family, just like before. Pushing myself off the couch, I headed toward the garden. The sight that greeted me made my chest loosen for the first time in days. Reese, Jared, and Roxy were seated around a small table, their hands smudged with paint as they worked on terracotta pots. Sophia wa