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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
ELIOT’S OFFICE – NIGHTThe room is dimly lit, quiet, and still. Rain taps gently against the windowpane. A tray of food rests in Eliot’s hands as he walks in and sets it on the small table beside his wife, Harlene, who’s waiting with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The hum of the overhead light is the only sound filling the space.Eliot takes a seat beside her. The room feels too small for the weight in the air.“I heard from one of the nurses…” Harlene began, her voice soft, tentative, like a whisper not meant to be heard by the walls. “Another member of Hawke’s family was confined in the VIP ward.”Eliot doesn’t look up. Just hums, the metal of his cutlery clinking faintly as he picks it up.“This time it’s the mother,” Harlene says, a little firmer now. “Rebecca.”Eliot nods once. Slow. Measured. But his shoulders tense ever so slightly.Harlene watches him closely, then leans in.“D…do you think it has something to do with… Sherah's death?” she asks, almost afraid to say t
Rebecca was kept under. The doctors called it a medically induced coma.But for Silas Hawke, it felt like penance.They said it was necessary to let her body rest, to give her time to heal, both inside and out.What they didn’t say… was that her silence was easier for them to bear than her screams.The video he’d received was horrific as it was, and had not prepared him for what he saw beneath the sterile white sheets.The real damage wasn’t just what the world saw on the Sky Bridge.It was what the monsters had left hidden inside her.Silas sat beside her hospital bed, elbows on his knees, Rebecca’s pale hand cradled in both of his like a fragile relic.The monitors beeped steadily in the background, each sound a cruel reminder that she was still alive… yet barely with him.His mind drifted back to the doctor’s words. Cold. Clinical. Devastating.~We found remnants of shattered glass inside her vaginal canal. Based on the jagged entry points and depth of injury, we suspect a beer bot
Like the pull of a merciless current, chaos dragged everything beneath the surface. No matter how hard Silas tried to silence the media and spin his way out of disaster, the fallout from Sophia’s catastrophic wedding and Rebecca’s sudden disappearance had already sent shockwaves through high society.The Hawke name—once spoken with envy—now dripped from lips laced with pity and contempt. They had become a cautionary tale, a dynasty collapsing in real time. Silas’s grand promises to investors—to double, even triple their profits—had curdled into lawsuits and betrayal. The threats he had once wielded like a sword against small businesses using the Farwell Group’s weight now cut back at him with savage precision.One after another, lawsuits flew in. From every direction.Each breach, every falsified deal, every coerced signature tied to Walton Unlimited is now exposed in the harsh, unrelenting light of public scrutiny.From the comfort of her estate, Madam Kingsley watched it all unfold.