Sophia’s POVKnowing that Sophia was working in the same building where I was, every single day, drove me crazy. I often found myself glancing around in the lobby, in the elevator, in the hallways… always searching for her, hoping to catch a glimpse. Today, Trevis and I had a meeting. Finally, I had good reason to go to Urban Next Design Studio. At first, I didn’t see Sophia anywhere. Then after the meeting, my heart went crazy when I saw that her office door was ajar. Taking a quick peek inside, my heart dropped. There she was, closely sitting together and poring over some designs, even whispering to each other. Sometimes she would giggle, oblivious to my presence.That architect even had the nerve to put his arm around her and rub her back!It was all I could do not to pull him away from her and punch him in the nose. I shook my head as I tried to control the anger that threatened to consume me. “What’s happening to me?” I asked myself as I went back to the top floor and closed th

Elijah’s POV“Sabrina…” I whispered as I sat in my large, mahogany-clad office, my gaze fixed on a very old photo I held in my hand. A wave of nostalgia washed over me. The photo captured a moment frozen in time, one of laughter and innocence, with Sabrina's bright smile lighting up the frame. A tinge of guilt spread throughout my chest as I thought about all the years I had failed her because I was never able to find her, even when I had all the money in the world. A series of knocks interrupted my thoughts, followed by the door swinging open to reveal two familiar faces—Chris and Trevis, my closest friends. “Morning, Elijah,” Chris greeted me, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “I've got some news for you.”I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What's up?”“I got the results of the DNA test,” Chris began, grinning widely. “And it turns out that Julia is actually Sabrina! Can you believe it? After all these years, we now have her back!”I wasn’t that shocked, but I couldn’t understand

Sophia’s POVI stormed out of Urban Next, greatly pissed off at Elijah. My mind raced, a tangle of frustration and disbelief. How could he be so blind?“Sophia, wait!” Elijah's voice rang out behind me, his footsteps pounding against the floor as he caught up with me in the hallway. I didn't slow down.“Sophia,” he repeated, more urgent now, grabbing my arm gently. “Please, just listen. Julia—or Sabrina—she's been my friend since we were kids. I know her well enough to know she wouldn't do something like this.”I turned sharply, yanking my arm free. “Of course, you do. Because Julia's Sabrina, right? And you're always right about everything.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “But let me tell you something, Elijah. You're being quite unfair. These people that you choose to trust may have no credibility at all.”He looked genuinely baffled and taken aback. “What do you mean?”I scoffed, crossing my arms. “You also studied design, didn't you? Surely you can see the similarities in our work

Elijah’s POVI froze. Now I’m going to find out if Reese’s mother is Sophia…My heart raced as I turned slowly, scanning the area, half-expecting to see Sophia's familiar face rushing toward us. Instead, I saw the woman from the restaurant, the same one who had been with the little girl. My face fell. I was greatly disappointed. I don't know why, but I always thought it would be Sophia. Maybe it’s because Reese looked so much like her, but it was probably just a coincidence. The woman hurried over, her eyes filled with concern. Reese's little arms wrapped around my neck in a tight hug. “Take care of the little one,” I told the mom. “I think she was lost earlier, so I stayed with her.”“Thank you,” she said, almost breathlessly. She hoisted Reese onto her hip and began to walk away, clearly in a hurry.As they moved further away, I overheard her soft voice ask Reese, “Where's Dan?”The question stopped me in my tracks. Dan? Who was Dan?“I talked to your Uncle Dan,” I heard the woma

Sophia’s POV I held my breath, wide-eyed, as I listened to Elijah. He didn’t even glance at me, but was looking straight at Morgana. “Even though you initiated this project, this company is still mine. I have the right to choose my own designers.” The tension in the air just escalated even more. Morgana suddenly looked flustered. “I’m sorry, but I just remembered I have something urgent to take care of,” she said, standing abruptly. As she left, she called Julia, who had been sitting quietly, observing. Julia’s eyes flicked from Morgana to Elijah, and I saw a hint of anger and pain that she seemed to be holding back. After all, Elijah was now saying that he was choosing my work after having declared at the meeting that he’d decided to use Julia’s proposal over mine. “Excuse me, Elijah,” Julia said softly, standing up and giving him a nod. “I need to go, too.” Elijah didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the papers in front of him, but I noticed a flicker of something in his express