LOGINIt was another weekend, and the mansion felt cavernous and quiet. The extended family had finally packed their bags and returned to their respective homes, leaving the estate to its familiar, echoing peace.
Autumn, the lady of the manor, lay tangled in her silk sheets. The adrenaline of the compliance crisis and the strange pains from the day before were fading into the fog of memory. She had dropped herself unceremoniously onto the mattress the night before, wrapping herself in thePresent day.Autumn sat down calmly at the dining table, her good hand resting flat on her forehead as she massaged her temples, trying to push a forthcoming headache away. For the last few days, she had spent almost every single waking moment sitting in front of the screen, painstakingly redoing everything she had remembered, every single detail, every hidden account number, and every ledger entry she had lost when her tablet shattered.A few figures she hadn’t been able to recall perfectly. She was still human, after all, but the vast majority of the data she had remembered with clarity. She only had a small problem remaining: all she needed to do now was cross-check her written notes against the files she had gotten them from. But the second question stared right in the face: ‘how’ Was she going to cross-check them?She doubted Nigel would hand her his computer again to let her copy the files he held on Miranda's will. Trying to cross-check her notes with his files without authoriz
A few days ago.As soon as the finalized divorce certificate was placed in his hand, Eric had stormed out of her hospital room without a single backward glance, his heavy footsteps echoing furiously down the quiet corridor with Gabriel trailing closely behind him.“Is the plane ready for New York?” Eric asked, his voice sharp and clipping through the cold hallway air.“Yes, sir,” came Gabriel's curt reply, keeping pace beside him.Gabriel held his tongue, but his mind was racing. He had vividly seen Eric’s utterly distraught state when he first landed at Heathrow, thinking something terrible had happened to her. So it came as a profound shock to see Eric act with such coldness toward Autumn in that room even going as far as to personally initiate the divorce proceedings and fast-track them within twenty-four hours. Gabriel had honestly thought his boss loved her above everything else. He had seen the terrifying madness that took over Eric when she had left without a word five years ag
The bedroom remained pitch-black and silent, except for a thin sliver of light that cut through the cracked doorway, cutting across the floorboards like a blade.Autumn lay motionless on the mattress. Her limbs felt heavy, anchored by a physical tiredness, but her eyes were wide awake and unblinking in the dark. She stared fixedly at the window pane, her gaze never straying from the glass. Images from her life stretching from her earliest childhood memories back home, through her rise, to this exact moment flashed behind her eyes in a rapid montage. The faint hum of the city outside filtered through the glass, distant car horns and the occasional siren blending into a drone.Dark circles marred the skin underneath her eyes, a telltale sign of both her total lack of sleep and the marrow-deep exhaustion of the past forty-eight hours. Her good hand rested on her stomach, fingers occasionally pressing against the tender scar there as if to hold herself together.“I should probably get out
The car stopped in front of the apartment building she had been temporarily residing in during her fight with Eric. Looking up at the concrete through the window, it felt more like a premonition of her entire future than anything else.She stood in front of the building as the heavy silence of the street seemed to mock her. Taking slow, agonizing steps, she walked inside the lobby accompanied by the driver, who helped her carry the heavy luggage through the doors. The lobby smelled of damp concrete and stale air freshener. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, one flickering and casting erratic shadows across the scuffed tile floor. Her footsteps echoed too loudly.The ride up to her floor was just silence as they rode the elevator upward, a heavy, suffocating silence she wanted to just bury herself in. In the mirrored walls, her reflection stared back, eyes hollow, skin drawn tight. She looked away.The elevator doors opened with a ding as she stepped out into the hallway, walking hers
The taxi stopped in front of the gates of the estate. The once beautiful place she had, once upon a time, called home just felt strange to look at now. It was like looking at somewhere not her own, a monument to a life that had vanished.She paid for the taxi with her right hand and took her remaining belongings with her. Balancing the heavy cardboard box carefully with her one good arm, she stepped up and knocked firmly on the iron gate.Standing outside waiting on the pavement felt humiliating, but it also clarified her stance to herself. She was stripped of the Kingston title now; she was still that exact same girl from way back then, before the money.The gates were cracked open from the inside. A stoic bodyguard stepped aside, keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead, most likely letting her pass due to specific instructions given to him by Eric or Gabriel. She walked inside the grounds, her body protesting with every single step she took across the gravel path. The physical strain
Autumn lay flat on her back, staring blankly outside through the large glass window. Her entire body felt completely hollowed out both from the agonizing physical pain radiating from her injuries, the dull throbbing pain from her surgery, and the feeling of suffocating hopelessness she felt from the discovery of the destroyed tablet.She was mentally and physically exhausted from everything that had happened over the last two weeks. Her mind was in constant turmoil, relentlessly spinning in circles and making her feel terrible for the choices that had brought her here.“I sacrificed my child for this,” a single tear slipped silently from her eyes as she spoke aloud to the empty room, her voice a cracked whisper. “I sacrificed Eric...” She tightly gripped the rough hospital bedsheets with her one good hand as she quickly wiped her eyes, forcing her expression to harden.A soft, rhythmic knock suddenly brought her snapping back to the present.“Good day, Mrs. Kingston,” the attending d
The day after the gala, the Headinberg estate was enveloped in a deceptive quiet. The morning sun filtered through the high windows, but the atmosphere inside was thick with the aftermath of the previous night’s revelations. In the morning room, the large television was tuned to the entertainment n
It had been two days since the wedding fiasco. Two days of radio silence from the outside world.While the media was undoubtedly setting itself on fire—speculating about Chloe, Fin, and Kingston Dynasty—we had been tucked away in the safety of the Headinberg estate. Eric had decided to work from ho
The morning sun filtered through the high windows of the estate, casting long, golden rectangles across the breakfast table. It was the first morning since the hospital that the air felt light. "Chloe, this will help you feel better," I said, gently setting down a bowl of special steaming porridge
The " Neon Light" motel she described was even grimmer up close. It was nearly midnight by the time Eric’s tires screeched into the cracked asphalt lot. The place looked like it had seen better days decades ago; now, it was just a graveyard for broken dreams and people who were hiding from life and







