MasukOne of his hands was buried in her hair while the other gripped her waist firmly, pulling her flush against his body.
His lips moved against hers without missing a beat, tasting and claiming her over and over. His tongue slipped past her lips, fighting hers for dominance until he finally broke the kiss, giving her a brief moment to breathe.His hand on her waist slid downward, taking the hem of her shirt with it before changing direction and pushing the fabric upward. The heOne of his hands was buried in her hair while the other gripped her waist firmly, pulling her flush against his body.His lips moved against hers without missing a beat, tasting and claiming her over and over. His tongue slipped past her lips, fighting hers for dominance until he finally broke the kiss, giving her a brief moment to breathe.His hand on her waist slid downward, taking the hem of her shirt with it before changing direction and pushing the fabric upward. The heat of his palms left goosebumps in their wake.“Eric… we shouldn’t do this,” she voiced out, a whimper caught in her throat.“You say one thing, but your body says another.” He buried his face in her neck, peppering light kisses along the sensitive skin. She tilted her head to the side without thinking, giving him more access. “That’s it… just give in to me.”She moaned when he found the spot that always made her weak and bit down lightly.“Eric—” His name fel
"Excuse me, who the hell are you?” Gus asked, incredulous at the new voice on the line.“I should be the one asking you that,” Eric replied, his voice rising. “I’m her husband. Who the hell are you?”“Husband?” Gus sounded genuinely surprised. “I never knew Autumn had a husband.” There was a short pause. “Wait… are you her crazy ex-husband?”“Crazy ex-husband, huh?” Eric repeated, turning to glare at Autumn. She flushed in embarrassment at Gus’s words.*Damn it, Gus,* she thought, still trying to wrestle her phone back. *Did you really have to say that to his face?*“I am her husband,” Eric said coldly. “I’m not familiar with the terms ‘crazy’ or ‘ex.’” He pulled Autumn flush against him, keeping her firmly in place.“Look, man, I don’t want any trouble,” Gus said carefully. He was well aware of what Eric was capable of. “I was just discussing important work stuff with her.”“Eric, give me back my phone,” Autumn struggle
“Eric?” she said in surprise. “What are you doing here?”Her mind flashed back to a few days ago in the study, when he had cornered her. She remembered the feeling of his body pressed against hers, the heat that had radiated off him.“Can I come inside?” he asked, snapping her out of those not-so-appropriate thoughts about her ex-husband.“I asked you a question. What do you want?” She stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “This is my home, Eric. I’m not letting you pass.”His eyes narrowed slightly before he took a deep breath to steady himself.“If you had read my text messages instead of ignoring me, you would have known why I’m here.” He adjusted the heavy wool coat draped over his left shoulder.Autumn finally took in his full appearance. He wasn’t alone. A small figure was carefully held against his chest, wrapped securely under the coat, and a bag hung from his other hand.“Oh…” was all she could manage when
The only sound that could be heard was the soft tapping of keys coming from the living room. Autumn had spent the last couple of days cooped up at home, going through the compensation documents as well as the formal demand letter.The sky outside had already darkened, signalling the arrival of an approaching rain.Her eyes drifted from the computer screen to the window, taking in the view. Her mind wandered to that stormy night from two months ago.“It was a night like this when I lost her,” she murmured.Her hand moved to her flat stomach and stayed there. She stared at the darkening sky, watching the first few drops hit the glass.“She would have been eight months by now…”A lump formed in her throat. “I would have been expecting her any day now.”Her eyes watered, but she didn’t move her hand away. She just kept looking at the rain, letting the weight of it sit for a moment longer.Then she exhaled slowly.
The sound of the air conditioning humming was the only noise in the tight, enclosed space of the car.Sophia tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel, her thoughts a jumbled mess. The current predicament was her main issue: Eric still shut her out, even going as far as blocking her number.William, on the other hand, had been persistent — calling her every single day without rest. She was very close to telling him off, but decided to ignore him for now. She would pay him back in her own way.Her mind drifted to the conversation she had with Eleanor a few days prior.“I have no business with that woman,” Eleanor had said, crossing her arms over her chest. “She’s no longer a Kingston, and from what I’m hearing, she no longer owns the properties my father gave her.”“And what if I tell you there’s a possibility of her becoming your sister-in-law again?” Sophia had asked.“Then I would say you’re not doing your job properly,” Elean
"What do you mean Sebastian Thorne is one of the receivers of the royalties?” Autumn stopped eating. She couldn’t understand how Sebastian could be a beneficiary of the Blackwood fortune.“I did some digging into the beneficiaries,” Gus continued. “Clear as day, an offshore account is listed there. It’s the same offshore account in the Cayman Islands — the one that buys products from that pharmaceutical company.”“But still… how?” She still couldn’t fathom how Sebastian had managed to slither his way into something like this.“Aren’t the Blackwoods’ fortune supposed to be non-existent?” she asked, recalling the documents she had read in the attic while they were living in Edinburgh. “They were merged with the Kingstons. Elijah Kingston himself absorbed them to save Kingston Group when it was dying.”“What are you talking about?” Gus asked, puzzled.“It’s nothing,” she waved her hand dismissively, trying to change the subject. Then she rem
"No, no, no!" the man shrieked, his voice hitting a pitch that probably had the neighborhood dogs howling. "Dear God, I am going to die of a heart attack from how unceremoniously ugly your taste is!" He began fanning himself dramatically with a silk-bound lookbook, his face twisted in a mask of the
The day after the gala, the Headinberg estate was enveloped in a deceptive quiet. The morning sun filtered through the high windows, but the atmosphere inside was thick with the aftermath of the previous night’s revelations. In the morning room, the large television was tuned to the entertainment n
It had been two days since the wedding fiasco. Two days of radio silence from the outside world.While the media was undoubtedly setting itself on fire—speculating about Chloe, Fin, and Kingston Dynasty—we had been tucked away in the safety of the Headinberg estate. Eric had decided to work from ho
The morning sun filtered through the high windows of the estate, casting long, golden rectangles across the breakfast table. It was the first morning since the hospital that the air felt light. "Chloe, this will help you feel better," I said, gently setting down a bowl of special steaming porridge







