Mag-log inHis words froze her solid. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.*Mirabella’s death was because of him.*“My daughter died because of you?” she asked, her voice sounding distant even to her own ears.All this time she had fed herself with guilt for moving out of the house. For pushing for the divorce. All this time she had believed it was her fault.*It was his fault… not mine?*The anger returned, more intense than before.“It was because she had Kingston blood coursing through her veins. That was what killed her,” he corrected her.Autumn couldn’t hear anything else he was saying. Her mind was consumed by the nights she had cried herself to sleep under the weight of guilt while he had known the truth the entire time and still let her carry it alone.“You blamed me for it,” she said, her voice taking on an edge.“You blamed me for the death of our daughter even though you knew the truth.”He looked away from her in shame.“Yes, I did,” he admitted. “Particularly because it was—
“Eric?” she spoke in surprise. “What are you doing he—”Her words were cut off by a firm grip on her forearm.She gasped at his actions. “Eric, what the hell are yo—”He tightened his grip and pulled her into the car, shutting the door behind them. She landed sprawled across the leather seat, trying to catch her breath as she glared up at him through the curtain of her hair.Silence filled the car. The only sounds were their breathing hers more laboured and the light rain splattering against the windows as the vehicle began to move.“Are you crazy?” she finally spoke after collecting herself.His gaze shifted from the road to her.“I’m crazy?” he asked, his voice tight with barely restrained anger. “Are you speaking for yourself or for me?”“You are actually crazy.” She tried to sit up. “No normal person would kidnap another person just because he feels like they are his property.”“I have work, Eric!” she raised her voice. “I was working. My whole life doesn’t revolve around you.”
The tall, rusted gates of the old estate greeted her as she stepped closer. She looked around, trying to see if there was anyone nearby, but saw no one.She pushed the gate open. It gave off a loud squeak. She walked in slowly, taking cautious steps as she glanced around for any sign of life.“Hello?” she called out. “Is there anyone here?”*There has to be a groundskeeper or someone looking after the property.*She walked further in. Her boots sank slightly into the swampy ground. She took out her pen and notepad and began jotting down her observations.“Who goes there?” a rough voice suddenly called out, startling her. She dropped her pen.She bent down to pick it up, shaking off the mud. “Sorry to barge in like that. I’m with the Ministry.” She pulled her badge from her purse and showed it to him. “I’m here for an inspection.”“Ah, yeah. I heard about it.” He lowered the gun in his hand. “I was told one of you would b
A knock sounded at the door, drawing the attention of the person on the other side.“Who is knocking so damn loud?” Gus said with a scowl on his face.He marched over to the door, ready to give the person a piece of his mind.“Weren’t you taught basic etiquette—Autumn?” His expression shifted from annoyed to a pitying look as he took in her appearance. “What are you doing here so early?” he asked, moving aside to let her through.Autumn just laughed softly at his words. “For you it’s early, Gus,” she said, taking a seat and dropping the offering she had brought for him. “It’s almost ten o’clock. The rest of London has already started their day.”“I’m actually on my way to inspect a parcel. I’ve been swamped with inspections the past week,” she sighed tiredly. “It’s out of town and the last one on my list. It’s the Blackwoods’.” sighing at the end.“You know I’m not a morning person.” He sat down opposite her, taking the paper bag
"Babies,” she gasped, placing her hand over her mouth to silence it. “There is a possibility he had two?” “Huh?” one of the nurses spoke. “Did you hear something?” “It’s probably the wind or something. It’s making you hear what isn’t there.” “Probably,” the other replied sheepishly. “How are the babies doing? You said they were both asleep?” “Yeah, the boy fell asleep just fine.” She let out an exasperated sound. “The girl though is another problem.” The other nurse chuckled at her words. “Kept crying all through, huh?” “You don’t know the half of it,” she said, exhausted. “There is something wrong with that kid despite the issues she has.” “Even her own mother can’t do anything.” They both chuckled again. “Even Miss Joanna can’t do anything to stop her crying,” they laughed. “Thankfully it doesn’t wake the boy though.” “That one sleeps like a log throughout.” “Kinda makes you wonder if she is really the mother of those kids.” “Don’t start shit.” “Calm your titties,” she sc
She parked her car deeper between the bushes, making it easier to sneak through unnoticed.“I need a better view of what’s going on,” she muttered, circling the perimeter while trying desperately to stay stealthy.She ducked as a security light flashed toward where she stood, pressing herself against a tree for cover. Once the light moved to a different spot, she stood back up and continued crawling closer to the house.She moved carefully, using the trees and darkness as cover while searching for the main building.“When did he buy a house out here in the countryside?” she wheezed, pausing for a moment to catch her breath after jogging several minutes.“I need to find where that van entered.” She started walking again, this time heading deeper into the property.It was quiet. Parts of the land were thick with trees and shadows.“I just hope there aren’t any coyotes or wild animals out here,” she whispered.The stretch of land was vast—too much for her to scale alone without equipment
I had spent the last few days trying to settle into the new house in Edinburgh. On the outside, everything looked perfect. The stone walls were strong, the air was fresh, and we were far away from the chaos of London. But inside the house, a different kind of war was starting.I had tried to get to
Autumn’s POVWe had finally arrived in Edinburgh. After the flight and the long drive from the private airfield, I was physically exhausted. The city was beautiful even in the dark, with its old stone streets and the looming castle in the distance, but I was too tired to truly appreciate
Autumn POVI sat down on the sofa, staring at the TV. A broadcast of an interview was playing on the screen, the bright lights of the television reflecting in my eyes. The words being said echoed in the vast, space of the living room. It felt like the house was too big now, especially with the
We had finally returned home after spending three grueling days at the hospital. The sterile smell of antiseptic seemed to have seeped into my skin, and the constant beep of monitors still echoed in my ears. Finn was much better, his laughter returning as we walked through the front doors of the es







