All Chapters of The Lost Sister (The Lost Sister Series Book 1-3): Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Andre’s P.O.V. “I think we need another meeting, after your shift is over Enzo meet us in Jonathan’s office.” I said as I walked away. (Hotheaded fool). We left them as we made our way to the dining room for Dinner, I need to let Andros and baby girl know about the meeting that we are having after Enzo’s shift. They need to be there when judgement is passed down upon him, and I would like to get there input on what they think should be done with Betty. As we all sat down to dinner minus Enzo, I took the time to address Alice of her predicament. “Alice I am sorry about what Enzo has down not only to Analina but to you too. I know my decision of the both of you to stay married is hurting you, but I have my reasons. I want him to realize that for one can’t treat you the way that he has been, and two I want him to move on from Analina and know that what he wants to happen won’t. He needs to own up to what he has done. None of this is your fa

Andros’ P.O.V. We spent that afternoon not just settling our belongings but reacquainting ourselves with the little joys we had missed: the sound of our sons’ laughter, the gentle chaos of scattered toys, and the soothing presence of home. We built towers from blocks, only to watch the twins topple them with delighted shrieks. Analina read a favorite storybook, her voice soft and animated, while I marveled at how much the boys had grown in our absence. I didn’t realize how much that I would miss these two with them not being my biological children. (I guess that is how much I love my goddess, it really doesn’t matter because I love them as if they were my own). As we say good night to the boys, the look in her eyes tell me just how content she is in our new life. Entering our bedroom, we make our way over to our dressers and pulls out night clothes, I chose a pair of black boxer’s and to my surprise and thrill Analina choses a black sexy one piece with thin straps

Birthday Party for the birthday Boys Continues He knew, too, that this longing was not his alone; a glance at their father, Zanders, revealed the same shadow of grief and desire, the same tangled hopes for Analina’s happiness—and, perhaps, for her heart. It was a strange, silent kinship Santiago shared with Zanders and, once, with Diego: three lives connected by love’s unfinished story, each carrying the weight of dreams yet unlived. In the revelry, Santiago’s smile was soft, his applause genuine, but underneath it all, he waited—breathing in hope, exhaling regret—his heart bound to a promise only time could keep. Since childhood he has always wanted her, but Asher got to her first before anyone of us could. As the party unwind the childhood friends decided to take a seat at a table with Rocco joining them. The laughter at the table softened into nostalgia as the childhood friends slipped into their favorite old memory: long afternoons at the sunlit park, pockets bul

The Day the World Changed Continued We tried every lead, every rumor. I couldn’t sleep for months, kept replaying every memory, wondering if I’d missed something. I still remember writing letters to places I’d never been, begging strangers for news of either of you. There were nights I sat on my rooftop, whispering into the dark, asking for a miracle.” Andros picked up the thread, his voice raw with the kind of vulnerability he rarely showed. “I thought if I kept running, kept searching, maybe I could outrun the fear that it was all over. I went to my father Andre, begged him for help. I remember the way he looked at me—like we were both drowning in the same storm. Asher joined us, convinced that if we just kept moving, we’d find you or at least find the answers. But everywhere we looked was a dead end. Each road led to silence.” Asher’s voice was quieter, threaded with exhaustion and longing. “I spent hours with Andre, mapping out places in Mexico and beyond, talking to any

Analina let her hands rest in her lap, the hush in the room holding the promise of change and the quiet ache of old wounds. Yet, in that moment, the world felt gently remade—by forgiveness given, withheld, and the hope that each heart could find its own way back to peace. Two Weeks later Analina’s P.O.V. I am in the shower thinking back on my conversation with the guys two weeks ago on the first birthday of Brandon and the twins. At the time I really had no idea that the guys felt that way about me or the feelings that they had while trying to find me all those years ago and the feelings of loss for choosing someone other than them. Getting out of the shower and drying off I thought to myself (I think all this time I was taking the way the others felt for me for grated since my one and only true love is Andros Chavez and always will be) as I get done wrapping my towel around me Andros pops in. “Almost don