로그인‘Why do those numbers look familiar?’ She mused to herself as she stared at them. She stared at the numbers written on the document, recognizing them as the same ones that showed evidence of the accounts through which the assets were transferred. ‘A foreign account,’ she mused thoughtfully to herself.The car stopped right in front of the Nexus Corp office building. She paid the cab and zoomed off to her office. “I need to check something,” she whispered to herself.“God, I hope it's not what I am suspecting,” she whispered again as she opened her office door and sat down. She switched on the computer and started typing furiously, never stopping for a moment. She had initially suspected it because the numbers looked familiar, but she knew it was too much of a coincidence to dismiss. In this line of work, you must scrutinize every link or coincidence before dismissing it as something else entirely.Autumn used her computer the moment she arrived at the office. She cross-checked somethi
Autumn woke up earlier than usual today. She had a mission, and that mission complied with finding out more information regarding Miranda’s will. She had already located the firm that handled it: Barnaby & Associates.She had requested the morning off to attend to this, dedicating more of her time to finding out the reason for this. All of this she wanted to uncover was the truth behind Miranda. This was something she couldn’t put off for long. It was something she had tried to avoid, but it felt like something or someone wanted her to find the truth. ‘Maybe Miranda,’ she said to herself, but shook her head. ‘Or maybe I am afraid of Eric being like his father… doing to me what he did to her,’ she thought, gripping her coat tighter and wrapping her arm around her five-month-old belly.Her early quest to find the law firm was a success, so she opted to book an appointment with the head of the firm. She had read an old news article which stated that a certain man named Anthony Stevenson
Seated with his back rested flat against the leather seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, Sebastian couldn’t be anything but furious. A wave of anger burned hot in his chest as he stared through the tinted windshield of his parked sedan.“Sir, don’t you think this is a bit too much?” the man in the passenger seat asked hesitantly. He had been noticing Sebastian’s piercing, unblinking gaze aimed directly at the family of three across the school grounds. He watched as Eric, Autumn, and little Fin finally exited the main building, casually chatting with a few other lingering parents who were trying to strike up a polite conversation with them. “Sir... it’s getting a bit too assertive now,” the man added, his voice trembling slightly as he stared at the completely disassociated expression on his boss's face.“I am being too much?” Sebastian turned his head slowly, his eyes pinning the other man to his seat. He spoke with an eerie, unnatural calmness
It was finally the day of Fin’s school sports festival.Eric stepped out of the car first, dressed in simple dark blue jeans, white sneakers, and a vibrant pink shirt — the exact, uncompromising color the school had requested the parents to wear for the celebration. The tight fabric strained against his broad shoulders and muscular upper torso, drawing immediate attention toward his imposing frame the moment he crossed the threshold.Autumn stepped out right behind him, instantly shivering as a gust of morning wind hit her. “Why would they host a sports competition in this freezing weather? What summered?” she grumbled, pulling her thick coat tighter around her body with her arms crossed defensively over her chest.“Well, it’s just for a day. You will get used to it,” Eric said smoothly. He reached out and pulled the grumpy woman closer to his side, anchoring her against his shoulder to shield her from the wind while holding the eccentric, excited Fin by the finger with his other han
Eric walked through the boutique, trying to buy the exact color Fin’s school had specifically requested them to wear for the upcoming school sports celebration. He moved down the aisles of high-end children's apparel, his fingers brushing past various fabrics as he searched for the precise shade.“Why am I the one buying this?” he sighed exasperatedly to himself, shaking his head. “I should have just gotten someone to do it.” He muttered the words under his breath, looking through the different shades of color on the rack, completely out of his element in a children's boutique.Ring! Ring!The sudden sound of his phone ringing cut through the quiet store. Eric paused, handing over a piece of selected clothing to the sales associate standing nearby. “Wrap this for me,” he instructed smoothly.He dug into his coat pocket for his phone, expecting a work update. Instead, the name 'Wifey' flashed brightly on the screen. A rare smile began to form on his face as he pressed to answer.But be
“Sleeping my way to the executive board,” she repeated the words again out loud. She sat alone in her office, the text message glaring back at her from the screen. “I slept my way to this position,” she said to herself, as a way to see if her mind was playing games with her. She couldn’t believe the sheer audacity for them to slander her with no concrete evidence, just because she had requested a single day of time off to sort out her health. Her hands tightened around the edges of her desk as the reality of it settled in. They had used her absence as a motive to spread hate against her, turning her medical leave into a weapon to tear down everything she had built. “Tsk,” she clicked her tongue. The initial shock vanished, replaced by focus. Standing up from her chair, she left her office and took the elevator up, taking a trip straight to Sebastian’s office to have a word with him. ‘I need him to know before I take action,’ she thought grimly as she stepped out into the executiv
Sebastian’s POVHe sat on the leather sofa overlooking the London skyline. It was a starless night, the moon’s rays smothered by heavy, glowing clouds. Below, the city buzzed with artificial life, yet it was nothing compared to the absolute darkness residing within the sanctity of this room.“Repor
The chandeliers gleamed high up in the ceiling, casting a beautiful, intricate spiral of glass against the ornate plaster. Why was I so invested in a ceiling and a bunch of crystals? I didn't know. Maybe it was just the sheer weight of the stress, the kind that makes your neck stiff and your mind l
Chloe was still acting perfectly normal with me, laughing at the same jokes and leaning into our old rhythms, but I couldn't shake the feeling. It was like a splinter under my skin—tiny and impossible to ignore. I kept watching her, looking for a slip-up, a glance at her phone that lasted too long,
The sound of designer heels clicking echoed through the dimly lit, marble-clad hallway, the sharp, rhythmic strike against the polished floor being the only thing breaking the heavy, oppressive silence of the hallway. To anyone else, the sound might have been jarring, even threatening, but to Elean







