LOGIN[Alice’sPOV]FiveyearslaterThelightsofthehotelballroomhallshimmeredlikeglitteringstars.LocatedindowntownMilan,thehotelwaselegantanddecadent,theperfectvenuefortheInternationalArchitecturalInnovationAwards.Iwaited,alongwithalltheothercompetitors,allofusholdingourbreath.Theemceeflashedthecrowdananticipatorysmileasheleanedintothemicrophone.“Thewinnerofthisyear’sInternationalArchitecturalInnovationAward…is….”&
[David’s POV]Emry sat on the curb, her head lowered. She clutched nervously at the hem of her dress.“I’m sorry, David… I accidentally knocked over the candle. The fire just…spread so quickly.” Her voice trembled as she spoke. I’d arrived just in time to pull her out of the burning store. I was glad she was safe, but my expression remained cold and restrained.“You have to be more careful,” I said, my tone flat. She nodded, her eyes red, her face smudged with smoke.“I will,” she said with an earnest look, as though she was waiting for me to comfort her.I wasn’t going to give her my comfort though. Emry was just a surrogate, and I was irritated that she’d put my baby in harm’s way by accidentally lighting a fire. The doctor’s report was still fresh in my mind. We were ‘out of the woods’, so to speak. Emry was now safely in her third trimester, which meant that the embryo had stabilized. The first few months had been precarious. The chance of miscarriage is high with surrogate pr
[Alice’s POV]David became busier and busier with his “transnational conferences.”While I, under the double torment of my brain tumor and gestational vomiting, was rapidly losing weight.I decided to contact my brother.Eric and I had only recently found each other. I was actually just the adopted daughter of the Taylors. Sylvia wanted a sister more than anything in the world, so the Taylors decided to adopt one. They chose me at the orphanage when I was younger because I looked like Sylvia. They figured it would be best if both their ‘daughters’, their biological one and their adopted one, at least looked the similar.The Taylors were always very kind to me, even though I wasn’t their biological daughter. After graduation, they even supported my dreams to study architecture in Italy.It was there, in Italy, that I found Eric. We met at a blood donor clinic, and I knew right away that he and I were related. Our features were so similar. After a quick DNA test, it was confirmed.Eric
[David’ POV]The black Maybach’s windshield wipers swished over the windshield, brushing away the rain that drizzled from the dark sky. I leaned back in my seat, my fingertips caressing the medical document.On the folder, the St. Mary’s Hospital wax seal stood out prominently.“Embryo transplant successful.”I let out a long sigh of relief. The huge stone that had been weighing on my chest for five years was finally released.It was time to tell Alice the truth, a truth that I’d been hiding from her for five years.During the fire five years ago, Alice believed that I rescued her by mistake. That wasn’t the truth though. I’d rushed back into the fire not because I recognized the wrong person, but because I liked Alice.I fell in love with Alice the first time I saw her. Ten years ago, at summer camp, one afternoon under a huge sycamore tree. I was just nineteen years old when I first saw her shy, timid smile. Her smile struck a chord in my heart that had never been struck before. Ali
[Alice’s POV]Later that night, I found myself locked in my familiar nightmare.The raging fire blazed, devouring everything. The scorching heat was so intense, it threatened to melt everything in its path.Panicked, I stood in the room, choking on the smoke. There was no way out. I was going to die in there. The fire raged all around me, the flames licked the wooden floor, the air thick with the pungent smell of smoke. And then he appeared.David.Come to rescue me, to save me from certain death. In the sea of fire, I saw him reach for me hand. But then, he furrowed his brows and cocked his head to the side.“You’re not the one I want,” he said, a look of disgust on his face. He tossed my hand to the side and gave me a hard shove, throwing me backwards into the fire.My eyes flew open as I gasped for air. My chest heaved violently, my forehead covered in sweat.The bedroom was lit only by a dim wall lamp, its soft light reflecting the familiar room.. It was only a dream. I was saf
[Alice’s POV]I didn’t open the door.Instead, through the surveillance screen, I stared fixedly at the woman standing in the rain. She was holding the bouquet of white tulips in her arms, and her beautiful face looked so familiar and unfamiliar under the light of the villa’s porch. Her features, her charm, and even the slightly upturned corners of her mouth bore an uncanny resemblance to my dead sister Sylvia.But as I stared at her, I saw a hint of cunning and confidence that Sylvia never had.Pressing the intercom button, I asked with a nervous tremble in my voice:“Who are you?”The woman chuckled at the camera, her eyes carrying a hint of triumphant pride.“Didn’t Mr. David tell you? I’m Emry.” Her voice was soft and sweet, but with a sharp edge.“Emry?” I turned the name over in my mouth. “No, David hasn’t mentioned you,” I said.She chuckled again. “Well, this is awkward,” she said, although her tone didn’t sound awkward at all. With a wry smile, she looked dead into the camera







