LOGINIt was the day after the disastrous banquet, and all of London’s business district was talking about it.It was the news on everyone’s lips how the CEO and co-founder of Nexus Corp had tried to frame a former employee they had already disgraced.With this information out in the open, other news leaked as well. Footage of Autumn being assaulted by Rosaline surfaced, along with videos of Rosaline’s arrest, details of the compensation for Autumn’s illegal dismissal, and the pending lawsuit for workplace harassment.Combined, it painted a clear pattern of Nexus Corp higher-ups targeting an innocent woman for unknown reasons.The story trended across social media.“Giving medieval vibes 😭 I feel so bad for the other employees. Framed then fired.”“I wonder if there are more? This doesn’t seem like a one-time thing.”“Is it me or does she look familiar?”“No way. She does look like Eric Kingston’s wife. They even share a first name.”Nexus Corp’s stock had taken a tremendous hit, sinking t
Eric and Autumn stood together outside, both giving their own statements about the night.Eric never strayed far from her. His hand remained either on her waist or her shoulder, a steady presence meant to comfort her. His jacket had long since been placed around her shoulders as the night grew colder. Being near her like this felt almost second nature to him now.The party had significantly died down. Most of the attendees had left awkwardly, already carrying new stories to tell for the next couple of weeks.Eric and Autumn still stood outside as the last few people filtered out.“Are you okay?” Eric asked, his eyes shifting from the road ahead to her figure.“Yes,” Autumn answered automatically.He opened his mouth to speak again, but Ezra beat him to it.“Autumn,” he called.Her eyes flicked toward him. Eric’s scowl returned immediately.“Go away,” he ordered.Ezra stood his ground, his gaze remaining fixed on Autumn.Autumn pushed herself up from the car they had been leaning again
"What is Mr Kingston insinuating?” Sebastian asked, suspicion clear in his voice.“I am not insinuating anything,” Eric replied calmly. “I am simply asking why Mr Thorne is so vocal about her arrest. He could have simply let the people in charge handle everything.”“I am vocal about it because I do not want this matter to die out,” Sebastian said stubbornly. “We are all aware of how things would be handled if the matter is not pursued here. Mr Kingston, with all his connections, would have this thrown out.”“Is it because she is your ex-wife? You want to use the power you have to support her and help her escape this?”He spoke brazenly, not bothering to hide his meaning. If Eric could accuse him so openly, he would do the same.“You can think whatever you want,” Eric replied.Sebastian smiled to himself. If Eric backed down, his plan could continue without any hitch. Once Autumn was arrested, he could also press charges for the espionage case. Even if the current accusation did not st
"What is the meaning of this?” Autumn was the first to break the silence. “Why is my name recorded there?” Her voice carried clear disbelief.The hall fell into hushed whispers as the technical team rushed around trying to fix the problem.Sophia stood off to the side with a handkerchief pressed to her lips, biting back a smile.*All going according to plan,* she thought, sneaking a glance at Autumn, who had sat down and was trying to regulate her breathing while Ezra spoke to her in a low, reassuring tone.*Bitch. Found another rich man to cling onto,* Sophia sneered inwardly. *I need to warn William about her. A desperate hussy like her would want to sink her fangs into their family’s fortune.*Her gaze shifted to Eric. His eyes were already locked on Autumn, his expression calm and indifferent.Noticing Sophia’s stare, he glanced at her. “What?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.“I’m just worried about her. This would affect Fin if she actually did it,” Sophia said, trying to sound l
The party was in full swing. Drinks flowed freely and conversations buzzed around the room. Everyone mingled and shared laughter under a professional setting, most of it fake, but laughter nonetheless.Autumn had not left Ezra’s side since the moment she noticed Sebastian was present. The tremor from almost being killed by him still lingered in her body. It took a great deal of willpower to hide any sign that his presence affected her.And then there was him.“It’s a pleasure to see Mr Kingston at such events. Normally you prefer to skip these,” a man said loudly, drawing the attention of those nearby, including Autumn.“I attend once in a while,” Eric replied, disinterested. He had no desire to continue the topic and hoped the man would take the hint. He did not.“Yes, and this must be the lovely future Mrs Kingston,” the man said, turning a practiced smile toward Sophia. She blushed at the title. To her, it was only a formality. She would claim it sooner or later.“Oh, stop—” Sophia
Autumn stood in front of the mirror, straightening out any misalignment on her dress as she let out another sigh. It was the umpteenth time today.She had been melancholic ever since she found out her daughter’s name.For fuck’s sake, she had learned her own child’s name from a plaque.A damn plaque on the wall. And instead of answering her, Eric had thrown her own words back at her.The first thing she did when she got home was search for any grave marked with that name. If Eric didn’t want to tell her where their daughter was buried, she would find it herself.That search led her to one conclusion: either Eric had scattered the ashes, or the remains were currently in an urn with him. The urn made more sense.Still, the thought only made her feel worse. She had never gotten to see what her baby looked like, and this was how she found out the name.“He’s being so unfair,” she whispered, biting her lip to stop herself from crying. She had made a promise not to cry over him anymore.But
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
We talked late into the night, the television long since forgotten. The conversation had drifted from the disaster of the wedding to safer, quieter topics—Finn’s new school, the security protocols for the house, the logistics of living under siege. I yawned, a jaw-cracking sound that I couldn't su
Silence overtook the entire garden. It was a heavy, suffocating silence, the kind that usually precedes a natural disaster. The birds seemed to stop singing; even the wind died down, as if nature itself was holding its breath to witness the carnage."Rebecca, how dare you say such things at a ti
"Are you alright?"I heard Eric’s voice, low and rumbling, but it sounded like it was coming from underwater. My mind was somewhere else, replaying the look of pure hatred on Chloe’s face. The slamming door echoed in my ears, louder than any thunder.How could I lose the one most important person i







