Mag-log inSophia toyed with the pen in her hand, spinning it over and over as she mulled over the documents in front of her.They were the papers Sebastian had sent regarding the land acquisition — two parcels that King’s Construction was planning to purchase.Her thoughts weren’t only on how the land would give Eric an advantage and bring him more recognition, projects, and money.She was thinking about how it would finally make him acknowledge her. How intelligent she was. How valuable her strategies could be.If Eric saw how sharp her business mind was, he would have no choice but to bring her back to headquarters.She grimaced as she looked around her current office. It was nothing like her sleek downtown office with its breathtaking view of the London business district.Every time she opened the window, all she saw was a middle-class neighbourhood. She felt disgusted whenever she had to sit and listen to the people here.Ever since she had been transferred, she had been counting the days u
Just as he had promised Autumn and himself, Gus continued his own search on Sebastian in his free time.He kept a quiet tab on him, making sure he stayed prepared. He knew Sebastian was up to something. The man was a predator — he never stayed down for long. He would find another opportunity to strike.So Gus waited. Even after hearing the news about Nexus Corp’s collapse and Liam Hayes’ arrest, he continued monitoring the accounts, tracking every purchase order.But everything went silent. It looked like Sebastian had abandoned the accounts. The last transaction he made was to Vespera Pharmaceuticals. After that, nothing.Gus knew better. Sebastian hadn’t abandoned anything. So he continued waiting for the next move.Then he caught it — a transfer.It wasn’t small enough to go unnoticed. It was massive.Five hundred million pounds.*There has to be a reason he’s spending this ridiculous amount of money,* he thought, pausing his typing. *Is he planning something against the Kingstons?
“So how’s your trip going?” Sebastian asked, the phone pitched between his shoulder and ear as he typed furiously on his keyboard.“It’s going fine. We went to the beach, even went swimming with the jellyfish.” She trailed off as the wind howled on the other end. “…And we got invited to a party.”He paused his typing and placed the phone back on the table. “Should I be worried?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.Chloe just laughed. “Are you jealous I would cheat on you?”“Nah, I know you won’t,” he resumed typing. “I’m just worried about some random guy bothering you. You’re just too pretty.”She laughed at the compliment, pulling the phone away slightly. “Don’t worry. You have zero competition with any randos.”He smiled on his end even though she couldn’t see it.“I do wish you could see this. I wish you were here right now,” she said wistfully, resting her head against a wooden beam.“You more than anyone know I can’t right now,” he replied, humming.“I can’t believe Liam Hayes could
Sunlight slipped through the cracked window, bathing both mother and child in its glow.Autumn was still sound asleep when a continuous tap on her cheek woke her. “A minute… I’ll be up in a minute,” she grumbled, turning her back and pulling the covers over herself.A childlike giggle erupted at her action. Her eyes instantly flew open as she sat up in bed.Fin was sitting on his knees at the head of the bed, still smiling. She stared at him wide-eyed. *How did he get here…?* Then the memories from yesterday flooded back — taking him from the Kingston Estate, the school function, coming back home.She ran a hand over her face.“Forgot you’re an early riser,” she yawned.“Good morning, Mommy,” he climbed onto her lap and hugged her.“Hmm. Your breath stinks. Let’s get you ready for the day.” She lifted him and carried him to the bathroom.They laughed at the silly faces she made while getting him ready. When they were done, she walked out hand in hand with him.He tugged at her hand. S
It was the weekend for Autumn — no work, and a chance to take it easy and relax.Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t. Her mind had been plagued by Ezra’s words. They played on repeat, tormenting her until she finally managed to fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.She was already prepared to spend the rest of the day overthinking and micro-analysing everything, trying to find where she might have given him the impression that she was interested in him as more than a friend.Luckily for her, she didn’t have to torture herself any longer. That sweet relief came in the form of Eric — or more precisely, Gabriel.“Sir wanted me to inform you to be at the estate grounds before 10 a.m.,” he conveyed.“Is there a reason I should be there on a weekend?” she asked, biting back a yawn and trying to keep her eyes open. “I don’t have any business with your boss.”“Sir said you should come to the manor to spend time with young master Fin.”He had told her that Eric had permitted her to sp
Ezra returned home — not to his family’s estate, but to his own place.He tossed the car keys onto the coffee table, discarded his jacket, and slumped onto the sofa. Running a hand through his already messy hair, he let out a frustrated breath.“Fuck. I’m a coward,” he chastised himself. “I couldn’t just say it. I couldn’t look her in the eyes and tell her that I loved her.”He punched the cushion. Hard.“This is the exact same shit I did that made her get involved with that man.” He buried his face in his hands.“Am I going to keep quiet? Not tell her how I feel until she gets back with her ex?”The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. The idea of letting her go back to Eric was something he couldn’t accept. He stood up, grabbed his keys, and stormed toward the door.Then he stopped.He thought about the way his family had treated her tonight — the open disdain, the venom in their words. Was he willing to subject her to that?He couldn’t protect her from them.“If only I was the
"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
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 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
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







