Will Vladimir hinder Fallon and Nathan's progress? Will Eliot learn that Ethan was the one who put cameras in his office? And lastly, how far can Ethan go to get Fallon? ***DON'T FORGET TO ADD THE STORY TO YOUR LIBRARY, #Comment #Like #SUPPORT #SherahHawke #EthanFarwell #Nathan Kingsley #Fallon Kingsley Feel free to check my other stories here: Hey, Stranger! Goodbye My Love & Alpha's Last Chance
The restaurant was discreetly tucked beneath a boutique hotel in Midtown—candlelit, soundproofed, the kind of place made for secrets and second chances. Ethan had chosen it carefully, requesting privacy. The Farwell name still held weight, even if his heart felt lighter than it had in years.Fallon arrived at precisely eight.She was stunning in midnight blue, her silhouette graceful and poised. The soft sheen of the dress shimmered with every step, and her smoky eye makeup made the amber of her eyes glow like firelight. She moved like someone who’d had to master elegance as armor—but tonight, that armor seemed to soften around the edges.Ethan stood the moment he saw her, his breath catching slightly.He offered a quiet smile and pulled her chair out."Thank you," she said, her voice gentle.Then, from beside his seat, he picked up a bouquet of fresh peonies and lilacs—soft hues, spring-sweet and carefully chosen.“For you,” he said, holding them out.Fallon blinked. Her hand hovered
In the HAWKE RESIDENCE, NIGHTFALL…Silas stood in his private study, the soft amber glow of the desk lamp casting deep shadows across his face. Outside, the estate was quiet—too quiet. Rebecca was sedated again, locked in a cycle of painkillers and tears. The staff barely spoke anymore. The once-grand house felt more like a mausoleum.Silas moved quickly, methodically.First, he retrieved a slim black briefcase hidden behind a false panel in the bookshelf. Inside were USB drives—copies of off-the-record transactions, slush funds, untraceable crypto transfers, backdoor shares, emergency accounts routed through shell companies in Zurich, Singapore, and Dubai.He’d learned well from the Walton family. And now he would use that knowledge to escape them.Next, he opened his encrypted laptop and began liquidating what remained of his personal shares. Not all at once, that would raise too many alarms. Instead, he used third-party proxies, quiet transfers, and ghost accounts that had taken hi
In the KINGSLEY RESIDENCE — DINNER TIMEThe dining room was bathed in warm, golden light, but the atmosphere at the table was anything but.Fallon and Nathan sat opposite each other, silverware clinking softly against porcelain plates—the only sound breaking the heavy silence that stretched between them like a taut string.Tension clung to the air, sharp and palpable.Nathan finally broke it with a long, weary sigh.“Seriously?” he muttered, setting down his glass. “You used our own surveillance device against us? What if Ethan finds out I’m the one who planted that camera—for our safety, in case he started snooping around my office?”Fallon dropped her cutlery with a loud clatter, the sound echoing like a warning.“Well, he won’t. Will he?” she replied coldly, her gaze hard and unwavering.Nathan rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.“No—”“Then stop worrying about nothing.” Her tone was clipped, final. “Ethan will stop now. We can go back to our plans.”But even she didn’t f
When Fallon stepped into Nathan’s office, Eliot was already gone.But the evidence of his recent presence lingered—two coffee mugs sat on the table, still steaming faintly. Nathan lounged on the sofa, casually scrolling through his phone like nothing had happened.“Eliot’s a decent man,” he said coolly without looking up. “No wonder you wanted to see him again.”Fallon frowned but said nothing.She walked past him without a word, straight to the ornate lampshade on his desk.Nathan’s eyes narrowed, tension flickering in his jaw.“What are you doing?” he asked carefully.Still silent, Fallon reached up and yanked something loose from inside the lampshade—a tiny black object clattered into her palm.A hidden camera.She turned to face Nathan slowly, eyes blazing.“You can’t play with my emotions, Nathan,” she said coldly.Nathan opened his mouth, stunned—but before he could respond—Fallon let out a gut-wrenching scream.The kind of scream that made walls vibrate. The kind of scream th
The elevator dings softly. The doors slide open with a hiss, revealing Fallon, her expression reluctant as she steps out. Her heels echo faintly against the polished floors. She smooths the hem of her coat, steeling herself for the visit to her husband, Nathan.As she approaches the executive corridor, a sudden burst of shouting slices through the silence.From one of the nearby conference rooms, voices are raised, heated, and familiar.Out of instinct, Fallon pauses, her brows knitting together. She moves quietly toward the source of the commotion, keeping to the wall, staying unseen.Inside, she hears it clearly now.“You can’t just bug people’s offices!” A man screamed in anger. Fallon’s eyes fly open. She knew that voice. “Eliot?”She furrowed her brows in puzzlement, “Ethan bugged Eliot’s office?” she whispered, stunned.But then… something shifts in her gaze.A smirk forms on her lips, slow and dangerous. A plan formed in her head. “Let’s see how you react after this,” she mur
Carlisle Residence – MorningIt was a deceptively peaceful morning at the Carlisle household. Sunlight spilled through the wide kitchen windows, casting a golden glow over the quiet chaos of family life. The maid moved fluidly around the kitchen, laying out fresh plates of bacon, eggs, and toast. Eliot sat at the head of the table, sipping his coffee, watching the steam curl upward.Across from him, his son Sean orchestrated an epic battle between chicken nuggets and broccoli, complete with dinosaur sound effects. At the far end, his wife Harlene gently coaxed baby Agatha to take another spoonful of mashed banana, smiling through the sleepy rhythm of domesticity.Then came the ping.Eliot’s phone vibrated against the polished table. He picked it up casually, thumb-unlocking the screen—until his eyes locked on the subject line:RE: Office Sweep Results — Surveillance ConfirmedHis breath hitched.He scrolled quickly. Three hidden cameras. Five microphones. His entire office was comprom