Elijah and Sophia spent their days immersed in each other’s company, exploring the winding paths of the island and savoring every moment together.
It was a new world for them—one where there was no need to look over their shoulders, no reason to hold back.
Late in the afternoon, they walked along the beach, their hands intertwined as they gazed out at the endless horizon.
Elijah glanced over at Sophia, his usual guarded expression softened.
“You know,” he began, his voice low, “I never thought I’d have a moment like this. With someone like you.”
Sophia looked up, smiling. “And what’s that supposed
Sophia walked along the villa’s quiet path, enjoying the peaceful breeze, while Elijah had stepped away momentarily to handle a call.She hadn’t gone far from their suite when a voice called her name.“Sophia.”Startled, she turned to see Olivia, standing just beyond the pathway’s dim light, her face twisted with a mix of rage and cold determination.“Olivia?” Sophia’s voice trembled with surprise, her confusion laced with unease. “What… what are you doing here?”Olivia stepped closer, her eyes flashing with something fierce. “I came for answers, Sophia. And to warn you about the man you think you know.”Sophia took a hesitant step back, her heart pounding. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Of course, you don’t,” Olivia sneered, inching closer.“Elijah—or James, as he was with me—has been lying to you. Did he ever tell you about the promises he made to me? The plans we had together?” Her voice was like ice.Sophia’s hands clenched into fists. “Elijah and I don’t keep secrets,
The silence in the room was thick, an unspoken tension settling between them as they returned to their suite.Sophia’s mind spun with Olivia’s accusations, the words replaying in fragments, twisting her understanding of Elijah’s past.Elijah noticed the shift in her gaze, the uncertainty that shadowed her usually bright expression. He took her hands gently, guiding her to sit down beside him.“Sophia,” he began, his voice soft but steady, “I know Olivia’s words… they were painful to hear. There are things in my past that I haven’t fully told you. I never wanted you to be burdened by them.”Sophia studied his face, seeing the traces of pain he h
The morning sunlight bathed the quaint, bustling streets of the town as Elijah and Sophia strolled through hand in hand.The air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and the cheerful chatter of locals. It was peaceful—a welcome escape from their usual world of power plays and hidden dangers.“Isn’t this nice?” Sophia murmured, glancing at him with a soft smile. “Just us, a little normalcy for once.”Elijah squeezed her hand, his own smile relaxed but fleeting.“It is,” he agreed, though there was an edge of distraction in his tone. His gaze flicked around as if on guard, yet she knew it wasn’t the typical vigilance he held.As they turned a corner, Sophia noticed his expression change, his eyes narrowing as his jaw tightened.Standing across the square was an elderly man surrounded by a small entourage, speaking with the townsfolk who greeted him with a mix of admiration and respect.His presence commanded the space, his stature as imposing as his silver hair was distincti
Elijah stirred restlessly in his sleep, his brow furrowed.The room around him darkened, shifting into the smoke-filled remnants of his childhood home.Flames licked up the walls, casting a horrific glow as they ate away at everything familiar. His heart pounded as he watched the destruction unfold, powerless to stop it, every sound swallowed by the crackling fire.“No… stop!” he whispered in his sleep, clutching at his blanket as though trying to shield himself.A loud crash echoed in his dream, and he bolted upright, his chest heaving. The bedroom was dark, silent. The only sound was his own labored breathing.“Elijah?” Sophia’s soft voice broke through his haze, bringing him back to the present. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, worry filling her eyes as she searched his face. “What happened? You looked… frightened.”Elijah exhaled deeply, running a hand over his face. “It was just… memories,” he said, his voice strained. “I saw the fire… my home…”Sophia’s eyes softened, and sh
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Elijah whispered, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from Sophia’s face as he held her gaze. His eyes shone with admiration and warmth.Sophia’s cheeks flushed as she laughed, her arms wrapped around his neck. “Says the one who has everyone swooning over him,” she teased, tilting her head up to meet his eyes, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “If anyone’s breathtaking, it’s you.”Elijah chuckled, leaning closer until their foreheads touched, his voice a soft murmur, “Are you trying to charm me, Mrs. Norton?” His hand traced a tender line along her arm, and she shivered under his touch.“Is it working?” she whispered, her fingers drifting to trace the contours of his face like she was memorizing each line and angle.“Always,” he replied, his breath warm against her skin as he tilted her chin, pressing a feather-light kiss to her jaw. “You have no idea how much.”She sighed, her hands moving down to rest on his shoulders as he pressed
Elijah's heart pounded, his breath coming short as he scoured the resort, his gaze darting sharply around each hallway, every garden path, and shadowed corner. The realization that Sophia had gone for her morning walk but hadn’t returned sank in like a heavy weight, each passing minute intensifying his panic. Each missed corner and empty corridor chipped away at his calm, leaving an unfamiliar, raw anxiety clawing at him. He strode up to the front desk, trying to keep his tone level but barely managing it. "Did anyone see my wife this morning?” His voice came out sharper than intended. “Sophia… she’s been gone for hours.”The receptionist blinked, startled, before nodding cautiously. “Let me check with security, sir,” she said, glancing at his strained expression. “A few guests did mention seeing a woman who fits her description early this morning…”She was cut off by a nearby security guard who stepped closer, looking uncertain. “Sir, I remember seeing someone who looked like her. S
Elijah's eyes narrowed as he examined the crumpled note once more, the words taunting him with Sophia’s fate. Doug watched him closely, sensing the cold fury simmering beneath Elijah's calm demeanor."We start here," Elijah said quietly, pointing to the edge of the resort on the map they'd spread across the car hood. "The cliffs… that’s the direction they said she was last seen."Doug nodded, checking his gear. “It’s a narrow trail down to the edge—only one way in or out. If they’re still here, we’ll catch them.”Elijah’s jaw clenched, his gaze hardening. “Then let’s move. I’m not leaving this island without her.”They moved in silence, their senses sharpened, scanning every shadow and faint footprint in the dusty trail. It wasn’t long before they found signs—deep footprints, likely from two people, veering off the main path and into a dense patch of trees.Elijah knelt, inspecting the dirt. “These aren’t hers,” he muttered, examining the boot impressions. “Whoever’s with her, they’re
Elijah paced along the cliffside, his phone gripped tightly in his hand as he replayed every hint and clue, desperate to piece together the mystery of Sophia’s capture. Each passing second heightened his tension.A sudden buzz in his hand made him pause. He glanced down to see an unfamiliar number lighting up his screen. He answered cautiously.“Elijah Norton,” came a voice from his past, rich with a mixture of familiarity and a tone he hadn’t heard in years. “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”Elijah’s jaw tightened. “Connor,” he replied, disbelief evident in his tone. “Why on earth are you calling me?”A quiet chuckle echoed from the other end. “I think you already know, Elijah. Word travels fast around Evendore, and it’s reached my ears that you’ve misplaced someone important to you.” Connor’s voice softened slightly, but the smugness remained. “I can help you… if you’re willing to listen.”Elijah’s hand clenched around his phone. Connor Aldridge had once been a close confidant, but t