Days turned into weeks, and it’s already been a bit more than two weeks since Elijah’s arrival in London. His days passed positively, only gaining more knowledge about who he truly was and who his parents were.He kept in contact with Alfred, who was running the New York branch in the meantime.Aunt Heather and Alexander made sure they cracked their memories in order to remember everything. And vice versa, Elijah also told them about his life back in New York, up to the point when he got married to Eleanor, then up to now. And it seemed Alexander was incredibly fond of his granddaughter-in-law, who he’s never even met.He had gotten even closer than he already was to his grandfather, and he had formed a bond with Aunt Heather.For some reason, Aunt Heather reminds him of Esther, maybe it was her comforting presence, or her warm smile, or how her eyes glistened when she laughed, or maybe it was how animated she was.Alexander had Elijah following him into work every single day in the n

Eleanor sat alone at the Stone mansion’s lounge, it was quiet. A bit too quiet. Her fingers were idly playing with the fabric of the couch she was on, and her mind was elsewhere, thinking, as she always found herself doing these past few days.It’s been three months since Elijah left New York, but it felt more like it’s been a year. At first, she tried to delude herself, telling herself that she didn’t care about this absence. But his thoughts always came to haunt her at night, and she gave up arguing with her heart.Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, and any hope she had left of Elijah’s return was now slipping away. It’s been three months already, why hold on to false hope?It’s been case after case in the family. They all turned their backs against her due to her constant refusal to sign the divorce papers. Well, Sarah is an exception. At first, they used Elijah’s absence as an opportunity, in her mother’s words, ‘He’s left you already. Don’t you feel embarrassed? Just h

Elijah stepped off of the jet, both his hands buried in his pockets. The night air was cold, and the breeze played around with his black hair. Everything about him was indeed different, even the look in his eyes had gotten sharper. Alfred was standing a distance away, leaning against a car, his gaze was full of pride as he gazed down at the new Elijah. Elijah’s eyes fell on Alfred, and he couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. His gaze softened as he began to walk towards Alfred, with the guards trailing behind him. “Welcome back, kid,” Alfred said, a slight chuckle in his voice as Elijah approached him. A small smirk appeared on Elijah’s face. “It’s good to be back.” “I almost didn’t recognize you. Look at you now, walking off like you own the world.” Alfred said as he pulled Elijah into a bro hug, tapping his back before pulling away. Elijah chuckled. “I don’t own the world,” he replied smoothly. “Not yet, at least.” Alfred burst into laughter, d

The Stone family lounge was in absolute chaos, Mr Stone has been restlessly pacing up and down the lounge, whilst everyone else was in absolute silence. They all had what was going through their minds.Uncle Alec on the other hand was wiping his forehead with a handkerchief, occasionally holding his head as if physically trying to hold himself together.Marcus Jr, who had passed out for quite a while was only now regaining his consciousness on the glow, groaning as he moved.“This is impossible,” Uncle Alec muttered mostly to himself, his voice shaky. “How is this even possible?”Candice, who seemed to be the most troubled, turned around to face Mr Stone. “Father, there has to be something we can do before then!” She said, looking desperately at her father. Over her dead body would she let Elijah, one who she had stepped over all her life, suddenly have her in his hands.Mr Stone finally stopped pacing around, his face of resignation as he shook his head, sitting down on his armchair.

It was usual morning at the Kingsley mansion. Marylin sat comfortably in the living room, surrounded by her brothers, who were talking and laughing as usual.Theo sat cross-legged across from Marylin, his tongue sticking out slightly as he slowly applied nail polish to her nails, though it was obvious he was forced into it.“Hold still, Mary. You’re making this harder than it needs to me,” Theo murmured, his hand shaking as he tried to apply a neat coat of polish.“I can’t help it,” she said with a smirk. “You’re just so slow.”It was unusual to see Theo in such a position.Ever since the case with James was resolved, the family had been at peace. Life had finally begun to feel normal again, though there was one remaining matter, meeting the relative of Esther, the woman they had wronged.They had heard that Esther had one family member, a man who had been away for a some time. All they could do was wait for his return.In the meantime, it became a habit to visit Esther’s grave once a