MasukSophia was furious at the recent turn of events. She had heard the new developments. Initially, when she first heard the news of Autumn being suspended following suspected corporate espionage, she had been ecstatic. That wonderful news was the exact reason she had gone out shopping today, but now she was fumbling blindly between rows of designer outfits, fuming under her breath.She had just received the terrible news: Autumn had been cleared by both the Ministry she was working with and Nexus Corp. To make matters worse, she had also heard from the workplace gossip channels that Autumn had even gone as far as to have a woman arrested right out of the building.Furious, she grabbed the luxury items she had picked out and marched over to the cash register. She barked an order at the sales associate, snapping her fingers. “Wrap this up.”Her mood had already soured from this horrific update, and the boutique associates were only getting further on her nerves with how slow they were bein
“So, Rosaria has officially been arrested?” Autumn said as she walked into Eric’s study, carrying a tray of light snacks.“Who?” he asked, removing his eyes from the document in front of him to shifting his focus entirely on her.“The woman who slapped me,” she said, placing the tray carefully on the coffee table.“Oh, that woman? She is so insignificant that I didn’t even know she had been processed,” he said, sitting up to face her. “Why would you let such an insignificant person even get close enough to touch you?” he asked, his brow furrowing with annoyance. “I told Nigel to stick whatever charges he possibly could on her.”“I didn’t let her touch me on purpose,” she said, feeling a bit exasperated. “She took me by surprise,” she sighed, sitting down in the chair opposite him, feeling the weight of the day’s events. “I heard from Marcus that she was charged with seven different crimes,” she told him, a hint of pity in her voice.“Are you feeling bad for her?” he asked, pausing the
It was the following day. The entire office building was buzzing with chatter as the employees endlessly discussed the catastrophic result of the disciplinary meeting held the previous afternoon.“Did you hear that she took five hundred grand as compensation for the unlawful suspension?” somebody whispered loudly to another in the corridor.“Yeah, and I even heard she is actively suing the company too,” they replied back quickly.Rosaria sat there in the breakroom, hearing every single word. Her nerves were already on edge after the absolute that had happened yesterday.‘I didn’t imagine that damn b*tch would go as far as to hire someone to impersonate the CEO of Barnaby & Associates,’ she thought angrily, her jaw clenching. ‘There is nothing she can do. She previously said she would sue me for harassment and nothing ever happened, and now this?’ She scoffed audibly, slamming her coffee mug down.“I heard she had the actual Nigel Stevenson from Barnaby & Associates as her legal repres
‘No, he couldn’t be?’ she thought in disbelief, hoping she was just being paranoid. ‘But why would he do something like that to me?’ she asked herself, searching for a motive. ‘It wasn’t possible. I have never done anything to him,’ she thought, her mind frantically replaying everything that had happened in the last nine years since she had first moved to London.“Are you ready to order?” Eric said, walking back inside the private dining room with a waiter in tow. He paused, noticing her face. “Everything okay?” he asked, seeing her worried expression.“No, not at all. I'm just a bit worried about the upcoming Ministry project,” she answered smoothly, her features twisting quickly to hide the panic in her eyes. “What if I fail?” she asked, doubt etched into her voice.“You, afraid?” he asked, a look of disbelief etching itself into his features as he stifled a laugh.“Eric, I am being serious right now,” she said, frowning at him.“And so am I,” he said, reaching across the table and
They both stood in front of the Nexus Corp building after the disastrous explosion that had just happened during the disciplinary hearing.“I am going to begin the formal process of filing the civil suit and the criminal charges immediately,” Nigel said, putting on his sunglasses with a sharp flick of his wrist. “I will send the finalized documents through Eric for you to sign. Make sure to send me all evidence of the workplace harassment and the physical assault, including the video you obtained of her hitting you. That is critical evidence,” he stated firmly before turning around and walking off toward a sleek sports car parked by the curb.She watched him drive away before getting into Eric’s town car, which was waiting patiently at the side of the busy street. “To the office,” she instructed the driver cleanly as he started the engine.The drive there didn’t take them very long at all. Since both headquarters were located within London's main business district, it was just a brief
“So, I arranged for a legal representative for you. I have already sent him the files and everything,” Eric’s deep voice sounded clearly over the speakerphone. There was a protective edge to his tone. “His name is Nigel Stevenson,” Eric added.Autumn stiffened instantly at his words, her breath hitching in her throat. ‘I hope it is another lawyer with that exact same name,’ she thought frantically to himself, her heart beginning to hammer against her ribs.“If you are done there, come straight to my office,” he added when she hadn't immediately replied to him.Nodding as if he could see her, she forced her voice to remain steady and replied, “Okay.”“He will meet you there,” Eric said firmly before hanging up the phone, leaving the car in a heavy silence.‘What on earth are the chances that he already knows I was at his firm earlier?’ Autumn thought, panic swirling in her chest. ‘If Nigel meets me face-to-face right now, he would obviously recognize me and report everything that happe
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
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
THE VENUEIt was finally the day of the wedding—Chloe’s wedding.The venue, a sprawling botanical garden on the outskirts of the city, was decorated with a level of opulence that only the Kingstons could afford. White roses and hydrangeas cascaded from every archway, crystal chandeliers hung from t







