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Sophia’s POV“Hey, sweetie,” I said, trying to sound jolly despite the blaze of emotions inside me. I forced a smile, my heart aching as I saw Reese standing in the doorway, her small face a mixture of fear and confusion. I quickly moved to her side and wrapped her in a comforting hug. “Daddy and Uncle Elijah are just really excited about an action movie they watched. They’re acting out some of their favorite scenes, and they got a little carried away.”Reese looked up at me, her wide eyes not fully convinced. Her gaze shifted back to Elijah and Daniel, and I could tell she was still unsure about the situation. I squeezed her a little tighter, willing her to feel safe despite everything. Elijah approached and gently pulled Reese into a hug. “Hey, pumpkin,” he said softly, his voice warm and filled with genuine affection. “I missed you.”I let him hold her, seeing the happiness in her eyes as she clung to her daddy. It was hard not to let my emotions show as I watched the brief, tend

Elijah’s POVAs we sat in that cafe which was barely illuminated, we began to feel the situation’s intensity heightening. Troy’s plan to bribe Henry’s men felt like a desperate move. But more than that, I felt like he could just be fooling us again. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Troy.He nodded, looking more resolute than I’d ever seen him. “It’s our best shot. Trust me.”Just as we were about to delve deeper into the plan, Troy’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and went pale. “It’s my mother,” he said, answering the call. “Mother?”I could hear her frantic, terrified voice on the other end. “Troy! Help me, come quick!”His face drained of color, and he stood up abruptly. “We need to go. Now.”Sophia and I exchanged a quick, concerned glance, then followed Troy out of the café. We drove as fast as we could to his house, my thoughts spinning with all the worst-case scenarios.When we arrived, Brenda was sitting on the front steps, clutching the side of

Henry’s POVI closed my eyes, trying to push away the haze of my current predicament, as I recalled various incidents in my childhood when I had to protect Julia. In my mind, I could picture the house where we both grew up. Julia was only eight years old then, a tiny figure dwarfed by the expanse of our family’s opulent home. I remembered walking into the living room just as she stood frozen beside the shards of a broken vase.The vase, an heirloom of sorts, lay in jagged pieces on the marble floor. The room was eerily silent, save for the ticking of the grandfather clock.Our mother’s footsteps echoed from the hallway, each step growing louder, more menacing. I could hear the tension in her stride, the anger crackling like static in the air. Julia’s face was a mask of fear, her small hands trembling as she tried to gather the pieces, each fragment a reminder of her mistake. I knew the punishment would be harsh, and my heart ached at the thought of her suffering.I stepped forward, u

Daniel’s POVI hadn't slept well the past few nights. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of Sophia's face, tinged with that faint sadness, kept appearing in my head. The text she sent—"It's fine, just busy lately"—felt like a dismissal, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had messed things up beyond repair. It had been three days since our encounter at her place, and I was desperate to make things right.Today, I was at the development site, pacing around the place as if that would make time pass faster. We’re supposed to have a meeting here today, and I really hope she shows up and things get back to normal between us. When Sophia finally walked through the gate, my heart skipped a beat. Her presence triggered an electric charge inside me. I tried to calm my nerves, but seeing her standing there, with her hair falling perfectly over her shoulders and that confident stride of hers, made it hard to concentrate.“Hi, Daniel,” she said, offering a polite but reserved smile.“H

Sophia’s POVI checked my reflection in the mirror, feeling giddy with excitement. Yet I felt on edge at the same time. It had been ages since I'd dressed up like this. The deep emerald gown hugged my figure perfectly, accentuating my curves and making my green eyes pop. Tonight was the gala night for the conference, and I wanted to make a good impression.A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. I walked over, my heart racing a little faster than usual. When I opened the door, my breath caught in my throat. There stood Elijah, looking as handsome and dashing as ever in his perfectly tailored suit. His eyes widened as he took in my appearance, and I could see genuine admiration in his gaze.“Sophia,” he blurted out, his voice full of awe. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, suddenly self-conscious under his intense stare. “Thank you, Elijah,” I replied softly, trying to calm my racing heart.For a moment, we just stood there, taking in the sight of