LOGIN“Meeting adjourned,” Liam Hayes announced, gathering his leather-bound files from the sleek mahogany table. He made his way out of the conference room, shaking the hands of various executives who offered their congratulations as he passed.While the room emptied, Autumn remained in her seat, meticulously going through the meeting notes she had taken. Ever since she arrived this morning, her schedule had been an endless gauntlet of consecutive meetings.“Ah, man,” Rosaria groaned, stretching her aching muscles. Just like Autumn, she had been stuck in the boardroom for hours. “I swear, I wish I could just find a sugar daddy to take care of all my needs.”The words were spoken loudly, ringing through the room now that the executives had left, leaving only the junior colleagues behind. Autumn winced internally at the comment. It struck a nerve, dragging up a part of her past that she had long since tried to bury and let go of.Rosaria turned her gaze to Autumn, trying to sound genuinely c
“Yo, Gracie, it’s lunch time,” a coworker said, knocking lightly before sticking his head into her office. “Rosaria said that good-looking lunch container on the counter is yours. Do you think I could have it?” Autumn glanced up from her desk, her mind entirely detached from the office around her. “Sure,” she replied quietly. The coworker offered a quick word of thanks and left, leaving her alone with her thoughts. For the rest of the afternoon, she was trapped in a cycle of overthinking, mentally preparing for what she would do when she went home. When the workday finally ended, she walked out of the department, responding to her colleagues' halfhearted waves with a distant nod. She climbed into the awaiting car, leaning her head against the cool glass of the window as the driver pulled out into traffic. The news of the impending divorce still weighed heavily on her chest. As the city lights blurred past, her thoughts swam with the legal realities of what a separation from Eric Kin
The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, blanketing the two figures tangled in the sheets. Instinctively, Eric shifted, placing his arm securely around Autumn’s waist and drawing her flush against his chest. He relished the quiet, peaceful warmth of the moment before trying to slip back to sleep, his grip tightening slightly as if afraid she might slip away the moment he let go.With the movement of his hand, Autumn stirred awake. Her mind was a groggy, distorted mess until her eyes focused on the digital clock on the nightstand. Realizing she had drastically overslept, she bolted upright.“Oh my god, what time is it?” she panicked, throwing the duvet off her body.Eric’s hand shot out, catching her gently by the wrist and pulling her back down. “Autumn, relax. You don’t need to hurry off in such a rush.”She twisted around to glare at him. “Well, excuse me, Mr. CEO,” she grumbled, struggling to free her hand from his grasp. “But some of us can’t afford to oversleep
Autumn spent the next few days buried in deep-dive research with her team, rounding up their share of the first phase. She had personally dug into Epic Industries, searching for any thread that might connect the dead company to their current project. But all she found was the same surface-level corporate history Eric had already detailed.Despite the team’s growing curiosity, Autumn stood firm. She refused to get them involved in what felt like a personal investigation. She wasn't about to tarnish the department’s name over minor office gossip or old rivalries. She wanted their work to be clean, professional, and final.When the last file was attached and the "Send" button clicked, a collective sigh of relief filled the conference room.“Whoo-hoo!” someone cheered, collapsing back into their chair.“With this, we are officially done with Phase One,” Autumn said, her eyes finally moving from her laptop to the exhausted faces around the table.“Can’t we go out and celebrate?” a junior a
Autumn 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
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







