Se connecterIt 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 theAutumn returned to work on Monday feeling more blissful than she had in days. The weekend spent with Eric, away from the prying eyes of the family and the suffocating pressure of work, had left her at peace.“Someone clearly had a great weekend,” a colleague noted, catching the uncharacteristic softness in her expression as she walked through the doors.“It was the weekend. Obviously, I’m rested,” Autumn replied, her tone professional but light as she addressed the nosy staffer. “Didn’t everyone else feel the same?” A chorus of mild, hesitant agreements followed, which was exactly the shield she needed to get back to her desk.“Good job on securing that land-use permit, by the way,” Rosalie, a senior team member, said as she leaned against Autumn’s cubicle. “How did you actually manage it? The Department of Planning is hard to get an appointment.”Autumn saw the bait for what it was. She was no stranger to the office gossip, and she wasn't about t
Sebastian twirled the amber liquid in his glass, watching the ice clink against the crystal as he stared out at the sea of stars. His mind was a tangled mess of emotions that he couldn't quite pin down, but one feeling remained constant: a burning, localized passion for destruction.He hated the flicker of softness he felt whenever he was around Autumn. He had spent the last twenty-four hours reciting a mantra to drown out his conscience: ‘She is a Kingston. By blood or by marriage, she is guilty by proximity.’ He had convinced himself that she was just as flawed as the rest of them, yet a heavy, suffocating sensation settled in his chest whenever he thought about the water she had swallowed.‘Is this guilt?’ he asked himself, his grip tightening on the glass. He buried the thought deep. ‘No. She just a collateral of justice. They all are.’“Report,” he commanded, his voice cold and detached, echoing through the stark luxury of his living room.“S
It 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 the duvet like a burrito, seeking the comfort of oblivion.A knock echoed through the room, sharp and persistent.‘Knock. Knock.’She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force her brain back into sleep, but the intruder was relentless. With a groan of pure frustration, she rolled out of bed. She was ready to give whoever was on the other side a piece of her mind.Swinging the door open, she was met with Eric. He was dressed casually, a soft smile on his face that sl
Autumn stood up to toss the silk-wrapped takeout container into the bin. ‘That was delicious,’ she thought, patting her belly contentedly before sitting back down to resume her work. She picked up exactly where she had left off before the team had called her to fix the compliance disaster. The silence was shattered as Sebastian burst into the office. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon. He hunched over, hands on his knees, gasping for air as he tried to regulate his racing heart. “What happened to you?” Autumn asked, startled by his disheveled state. “I ran... as fast as I could... when I heard about the crisis,” he panted, moving unsteadily toward a chair. “Well, the crisis has been handled,” she said, her eyes still fixed on him with a mix of concern and amusement. “I know that. Liam told me,” Sebastian said, throwing his head back against the headrest and covering his eyes with one hand. “I rushed over the second I saw the missed calls.
Sebastian leaned over, placing a searing kiss on Chloe’s lips. He could feel the heat of the afternoon sun, but it was nothing compared to the possessive thrill he felt whenever she was near.“Sebastian, stop that! We’re outside,” Chloe said, swatting him away playfully. She glanced nervously at the few people walking nearby, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.“Why? Can’t I kiss the most beautiful girl here?” He leaned in again, persistent. Chloe ducked away this time, her laughter echoing through the trees.“There are people watching, Seb. I don’t need a family meeting assembled just because someone saw us,” she explained, smoothing her hair.Sebastian straightened up, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face before he masked it with a grin. “What’s the big idea? Your entire family knows we’re dating anyway.”“It’s just… I’m not used to all of this, okay?” she said, sounding exasperated.“Well, you should get used to it.” Sebastian threw a heavy arm over her shoulder, pulling her
Autumn sat hunched over her desk, immersed in her work. The only sound was the frantic typing of her keyboard and the occasional scratch of a pen meeting paper. She was still conflicted about Eric’s sudden change in attitude. ‘He did say I shouldn’t forgive him right away,’ she mused, but his presence was becoming harder to ignore.“Gracie, we have a problem!” A member of her team burst through the door, his face pale with panic.“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking up as his flustered expression sent a chill down her spine.“It’s the Statutory Environmental Compliance Permit,” he stammered. “We have a massive issue.”He didn't wait for her to respond, turning to sprint back toward the conference room. Autumn followed close behind. When she burst through the door, the rest of the team looked like they were attending a funeral.One of the designers pointed at a document on the screen. “Autumn, it’s the Zonal Land-Use Authorization. Without this specific permit, the entire Nexus Project i
I had spent the last few days trying to settle into the new house in Edinburgh. On the outside, everything looked perfect. The stone walls were strong, the air was fresh, and we were far away from the chaos of London. But inside the house, a different kind of war was starting.I had tried to get to
Eric’s POVWe sat in her modest living room and talked about a few things. As the hours went by, I got to know so much more about Autumn’s childhood than I ever expected. If the stellar grades I had seen in the files were not enough, the physical proof of her achievements sparked even more respect
Autumn’s POVWe had finally arrived in Edinburgh. After the flight and the long drive from the private airfield, I was physically exhausted. The city was beautiful even in the dark, with its old stone streets and the looming castle in the distance, but I was too tired to truly appreciate
Eric’s POV"—so that's why it's important I go do this alone," I said to Autumn. I didn't look at her as I spoke, focusing instead on the metal teeth of my suitcase as I pulled the zipper shut. The sound was loud in the quiet bedroom, echoing like a final decision."But still, I







