Mag-log in"Babies,” she gasped, placing her hand over her mouth to silence it. “There is a possibility he had two?” “Huh?” one of the nurses spoke. “Did you hear something?” “It’s probably the wind or something. It’s making you hear what isn’t there.” “Probably,” the other replied sheepishly. “How are the babies doing? You said they were both asleep?” “Yeah, the boy fell asleep just fine.” She let out an exasperated sound. “The girl though is another problem.” The other nurse chuckled at her words. “Kept crying all through, huh?” “You don’t know the half of it,” she said, exhausted. “There is something wrong with that kid despite the issues she has.” “Even her own mother can’t do anything.” They both chuckled again. “Even Miss Joanna can’t do anything to stop her crying,” they laughed. “Thankfully it doesn’t wake the boy though.” “That one sleeps like a log throughout.” “Kinda makes you wonder if she is really the mother of those kids.” “Don’t start shit.” “Calm your titties,” she sc
She parked her car deeper between the bushes, making it easier to sneak through unnoticed.“I need a better view of what’s going on,” she muttered, circling the perimeter while trying desperately to stay stealthy.She ducked as a security light flashed toward where she stood, pressing herself against a tree for cover. Once the light moved to a different spot, she stood back up and continued crawling closer to the house.She moved carefully, using the trees and darkness as cover while searching for the main building.“When did he buy a house out here in the countryside?” she wheezed, pausing for a moment to catch her breath after jogging several minutes.“I need to find where that van entered.” She started walking again, this time heading deeper into the property.It was quiet. Parts of the land were thick with trees and shadows.“I just hope there aren’t any coyotes or wild animals out here,” she whispered.The stretch of land was vast—too much for her to scale alone without equipment
Sophia parked in front of the warehouse owned by King’s Holdings. She turned off the lights and sat in the dark, waiting. Truth be told, she wasn’t fully sure about this.She was going by a hunch.“All my bets are on this hunch,” she muttered, taking a sip of her hot drink. “If this turns out to be a dud, I don’t know what else I can do.”She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.“I’ll get through this. I’ll find a way even if this isn’t real.”Her eyes drifted to the laptop on the passenger seat. She still had access to the inventory system used by King’s Holdings from before she got suspended. From the old data, she knew that once every week, a truck came at night to load medical supplies.This was her third night of waiting. She didn’t know if they had changed the schedule, but she was still counting on it.She looked at the list of items again and frowned.The supplies were strange. Most of them pointed toward the care of a pregnant woman, not a child or a regular patient
Sophia paced around the living room. This was the only place she had left after everything that happened in the last couple of days.“He threw me out of the house,” she muttered, digging her hands into her hair. “He blocked the supplementary cards he gave me.”Her chest felt tight.“How am I going to get through this?” Her voice cracked. “How am I going to pay rent? How am I going to fuel my car? How am I going to eat? How am I going to survive?”She sat heavily on the armrest of the couch, staring at the floor.“This is too much to be a coincidence. I’ve been thrown out… and now I’m about to lose everything.”She clenched her fists on her lap.“This has Eric written all over it.”It was only partly true. Eric had given William a heads-up about the investment, and that had been enough to make William react this way. Apart from that and throwing her out, Eric hadn’t directly destroyed her. The rest was the result of her own choices finally catching up with her.Still, the anger burned.
There was nothing Sophia could do.While she waited for Eleanor to finally get her revenge on Autumn, she still had to find a way back into Eric’s good books. That was the only path that made sense. If she could force him to publicly acknowledge their relationship — even just as a serious partner — the debt hanging over her head might finally become manageable.She paced the length of her living room, arms crossed tightly.“How did I never know about that trust under King’s Holdings?” she muttered to herself.She had personally overseen the company for weeks after he demoted her to manage it. She had gone through reports, financial statements, and board documents. Yet somehow this had slipped past her.“A medical trust…” The idea felt strange. “Who was he trying to protect? Or what was he trying to hide?”She bit down on her thumbnail, mind racing.“I need to find out more about that trust. I need more information if I w
They spent the entire day together, the picture of what a family was supposed to look like. After they finished Fin’s school project, they had dinner. Autumn watched as Eric carefully carried their son — already fast asleep after the long day — into the bedroom. When he returned, she was unwinding on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand. “Should you be drinking that?” he asked, picking up the bottle from the table. She rolled her eyes. “I’m not pregnant, and I’m not breastfeeding. This means nothing.” He frowned as she took another sip. Outside, the sun was already setting, and she was drinking this early. “It’s too early for you to be drinking,” he said, reaching for the glass. “I need it to deal with you.” She moved it out of his reach. “Fin is already asleep, right?” She stared at him, clearly annoyed by the interruption. “You can leave now.” He opened his
We had finally returned home after spending three grueling days at the hospital. The sterile smell of antiseptic seemed to have seeped into my skin, and the constant beep of monitors still echoed in my ears. Finn was much better, his laughter returning as we walked through the front doors of the es
The light from the morning sun blinded my eyes, forcing me to squint as I woke up in an unfamiliar room. For a split second, I panicked, my heart racing as I tried to remember where I was. Then, the events of last night crashed into my mind. I buried my face in the silk pillows, blushing at the mem
It had been a few days since the incident at the bistro, and a heavy, suffocating silence had settled between Eric and me. We moved around the estate like two planets in a dangerous orbit—close enough to feel the pull of gravity, but terrified of a collision. I had managed to sneak a text to Marco
Autumn stood before the ornate mirror in the foyer, checking her reflection one last time. She adjusted the strap of her bag, her fingers lingering on the leather. She felt like herself again.Chloe, ever the observant shadow, wandered into the foyer with a bowl of sliced fruit, munching slowly. Sh







