FAZER LOGINSophia 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
"It’s so quiet,” she mused to herself, pulling the blanket higher until it covered her up to her chin. The silence was something she hadn’t been used to for the past couple of days. Her apartment had mostly been filled with the energetic noise of her very active child. Her eyes gently fluttered closed as sleep began to welcome her. Through the dream-like haze, she heard the distinct sound of her front door opening and closing, followed by footsteps. “Must be Anita,” she murmured, too tired to fully wake up. “There you are.” Eric’s voice cut through the room. Her eyes snapped open. He stood a few feet away, and the moment she registered him, annoyance settled clearly on her face. She turned to glare at him. “What are you doing in my house?” “We came to see you,” he answered, smirking at her feeble attempt to intimidate him. “We?” she as
The sound of the alarm woke her up. She reached over to snooze it, then carefully untangled herself from his arm.It wasn’t as difficult as she expected. She slipped on a robe and left the room, heading into Fin’s to get him ready for school — just as she had done for the past couple of days.It already felt like second nature. Once she finished preparing him, she returned to her bathroom to wash up.She splashed cold water on her face and immediately felt a familiar presence behind her.“Good morning,” Eric murmured, his voice still rough with sleep as he buried his face against her shoulder, both arms wrapping around her waist.“Get dressed. You’re taking Fin to school,” she ordered, trying to slip past him.“What, no good morning?” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “You’re being so cruel,” he teased playfully before finally letting her go.She returned to Fin’s room and packed his overnight bag — clo
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
The car pulled up to the Seta by Antonio Guida, and we were led through the sleek, turquoise-accented halls of the hotel to Seta by Antonio Guida. Eric had reserved a private section, a secluded nook that felt worlds away from the bustling streets of Milan. The lighting was low, the air filled with







