LOGINSophie stood outside the east wing bathroom door well past midnight, a glass of water in her hand, the house entirely silent around her. She found herself standing there for a long moment before she understood why her feet had carried her that particular way at all."Can't sleep either," Dominic said quietly, appearing behind her in the dim hallway light, his own insomnia apparently drawing him down the same corridor."I wasn't aiming for anywhere in particular," Sophie admitted. "I think my feet just remembered the route on their own."Dominic glanced at the door beside her, understanding immediately. "This corridor used to mean something considerably heavier back then.""I was thinking about that," Sophie said. "I used to avoid walking past here altogether in those first few weeks. I'd take the longer way around just so I wouldn't have to pass it.""I remember noticing that," Dominic said. "I never said anything because I didn't want you to feel caught avoiding it.""You noticed?" S
Rowan had just finished setting the heavy wooden tray down on the wide porch table when Lena's words finally registered, and he felt his face visibly pale before he had even fully processed what she had said. The afternoon breeze rustled softly through the climbing ivy on the pillars, but the world around him seemed to freeze entirely."Say that again," he managed, his voice dropping into a rough, disbelieving whisper as he stared down at her."Twins," Lena repeated, a bright, helpless laugh breaking through her composure at the sheer astonishment written across his expression. "The midwife says the measurements are consistent with two, though she wants to confirm with a proper scan before we start believing it fully.""Two," Rowan said, the word catching in his throat. He sat down rather heavily on the stone step beside her, his long legs stretching out across the patio tiles as the magnitude of the revelation washed over him. "At once.""At once," Lena confirmed, her eyes shining wi
Sophie paused at the top of the main staircase, coffee still warm in her hands, and found herself studying the entrance hall below with the particular attentiveness she usually reserved for a client's space rather than her own home."You're doing the designer stare again," Dominic said, coming up behind her, amused. "What have you spotted this time?""Nothing to fix," Sophie said, laughing. "I think I was just looking. Really looking, the way I don't usually let myself anymore, since it's simply home now rather than something I'm still learning to belong in.""What do you see when you actually look?" Dominic asked, genuinely curious.Sophie considered the question seriously, her eyes moving slowly across the space below—the warm wood tones she'd introduced years earlier, the soft light now filtering through windows that used to feel cold and formal."I see a house that doesn't feel like it's testing anyone anymore. I remember the first time I walked through that hall, feeling like eve
The chilly morning air swept past the council hall's grand stone arches, carrying the faint scent of crushed pine and damp earth. Gerald Steele stood just outside the council hall's side entrance with Rosalind's hand in his, feeling the soft warmth of her fingers wrapped firmly around his own. Through the tall archway, the grand hall was already filling faster than the original schedule had prepared him for, the muffled murmur of gathering representatives echoing off the high vaulted ceilings. He found himself genuinely grateful the family had kept their promise despite the shortened notice, arriving en masse to anchor him."You look pale," Rosalind said gently, turning to face him and smoothing down the lapel of his dark wool coat with practiced care."I feel considerably paler than I look, I suspect," Gerald admitted, letting out a low, shaky breath that misted slightly in the crisp air. "I had a full week left to prepare myself for this. Now I have perhaps ten minutes before Caius
Sophie found Miriam and Vivienne already settled on the porch when she came out with a tray of tea, the late afternoon light stretching warm and gold across the garden, and something in the easy quiet of the two of them together made her pause before joining them."You two look like you're conspiring about something," Sophie said, setting the tray down between them."We were simply sitting," Vivienne said, though her smile suggested otherwise. "Though I confess, we were talking about you, briefly, before you arrived.""Should I be worried?" Sophie asked, settling into the remaining chair."Only if you consider being praised something to worry about," Miriam said, pouring the tea with her usual brisk efficiency.Sophie laughed, accepting her cup, and the three of them settled into the particular comfortable quiet that had grown between them over years of shared crisis and shared healing, the kind of silence that required nothing to fill it."I was thinking," Vivienne said eventually, "
The evening air was crisp and quiet as Dominic Steele called the family together in the study. Caius’s formal proposal still sat fresh in his mind, written out in crisp dark ink on heavy council parchment resting squarely on the dark oak desk. Rather than deciding anything in advance, Dominic laid the matter out plainly before everyone, gathering their thoughts with the easy transparency that now defined every major Steele decision."The council wants to formally name me the region's first standing mediator," Dominic said, looking around the room at the gathered faces. "For disputes between territories. It is not an open-ended commitment like what I once worried the earlier mediator role might become. It is part-time, highly structured, and built almost entirely around the groundwork Vivienne and Lena have already laid these past years."Sophie leaned against the side of his chair, her hand resting over the armrest as she studied the document. "What would it actually require of you, p
Sophie Steele POVWith a jolt I wake.The first thing that registers is disappointment. I'm no longer in my bedroom in the Steel mansion seven years ago. I'm currently in my luxury loft studio in the heart of Los Angeles surrounded by art, supplies and the kind of serenity that cannot
Sophie Steele POV.“Oh! Oh! Ohmmmm, yes. Fuck me. Please."Who knew things would spiral this fast? Well it's another Friday night and I'm in my home, the weight of not having a functional social life crushing on me like a wave that doesn't quite know what to do with itself. At ninete
Sophie Steele POV.I step in.The water is hot and the pressure remains exactly as I remember it. I feel my shoulders come down gradually. I raise my face to the water and allow it to soak me while I am breathing in and out. The steam thickens around me. The rest of the house
Sophie Steele POVAnd now I am home. And really, I am expecting to be wowed the moment I get here with any difference or whatever, but everything is still the same way I left it. The beautiful gates of the Steele family villa open with the same calmness they always have, like they







