LOGINThe empty field on the outskirts of the city was cloaked in darkness, with only the glow from the car lights breaking the darkness. The silence here felt like a deep contrast to the chaotic screams of the mob they had just fled from.Vespera perched on the edge of the open trunk, her face pale in the low light. She winced as Trent tended to the jagged wound on her forearm, taking a sharp breath. This man seemed to be Ezekiel's friend, a closer friend maybe. Ezekiel had not wasted time in calling him some minutes again.Vespera's eyes were red-rimmed, glistening with unshed tears she refused to let fall. The whole incident had been a blur of terrifying violence, angry shouts, grabbing hands, and the deafening demand for a woman she didn’t even know.She had arrived at the hospital to get her injury treated when she was suddenly attacked.“Does this hurt?” Trent asked gently, his professional demeanor firmly in place.“It’s fine,” Vespera replied softly, her voice shaky despite her at
Logan rolled his eyes, half-juggling the documents he was going through with one of the junior assistants and Ezekiel, who seemed completely uninterested in what was happening. "It's just an autograph, why are you so grumpy about it?" he asked silkily.The assistant, Sarah, chuckled lightly, admiring the relationship between her boss and his secretary. "Secretary Logan, you didn't even ask for boss’s sister's autograph, and now you're suddenly interested in this newcomer? Plus, how's Mr. Sterling supposed to know someone who just got here? From the news circling around, she just arrived in City F." Not wanting to get into his boss's personal business, Logan kept it professional. "The Sterling Group has a wide-ranging portfolio in media and entertainment, Sarah. The boss has tons of strategic connections. Staying updated on new assets is part of the job."Sarah nodded but then leaned in closer, her expression turning conspiratorial. In a low whisper, she said, "I heard Vespera Nightin
Jumping into the entertainment world as a total nobody was never going to be an easy ride. For Vespera, being discovered by Jerry Gray and getting cast as the lead in a big-budget show like The Darkness Behind Me was like a mathematical oddity in the eyes of the public. Yet for her, it was just another project that needed the same level of focus she’d put into data architecture back in London. To her, it was simply a contract to complete, a role to play with accuracy.Signing on with Vine Entertainment, a giant in City F’s media scene, had solidified her place. But as she stood on set for her first day of shooting, the reality hit her that corporate logic didn’t always translate well to the unpredictable dynamics of a film set.The scene was a physical showdown between Sammie and her older sister, filmed in a gritty, abandoned warehouse set brimming with old wooden crates and debris. The air was filled with artificial dust and the palpable tension of the crew watching intently."Re
Ezekiel stood in the middle of his bedroom, feeling the silence in the apartment weigh on him more than usual. He’d expected to spend the whole night tossing and turning, his thoughts racing about the fact that a woman with the same face as his late fiancée was just a few metres away from his room, sleeping in his guest room. The moment he closed the door behind her, he had questioned his own sanity. What had made him invite her in? And why had she jumped at the chance so eagerly, as if she had planned it?He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her story. Everything seemed too convenient… the broken lock, the fact that she said she had no friends nearby, and the strange coincidence of her moving in next door.Still, despite his worries, he had fallen into a deep sleep, something he hadn’t done in three years. No nightmares about dark waters or wailing, tears disturbed him this time.A noise coming from the kitchen pulled him out of his thoughts.He got up and quietly w
The manila folder sitting on Ezekiel’s desk might have looked thin, but what was inside was substantial. He found himself staring at a high-res photo fixed to the first page. Vespera Nightingale. The woman in that picture had a sharp, alert gaze that felt completely unfamiliar."She’s a strategist," Logan broke the silence, clearly eager to share. "Born in Zurich, raised in London. She got her Master's in Mathematical Statistics from Oxford. Before Jerry Gray brought her on for the lead role in The Darkness Behind Me, she was a senior consultant for a global logistics company. Her experience is rooted in data and logic, not performance."Ezekiel flipped to the next page, finding her passport scan. "So she’s only been in the country for forty-eight hours?""Exactly. There’s no record of her being in City F until this week," Logan confirmed. "She’s like a blank slate to the industry. She has no drama school background, no local connections, no history to speak of."Ezekiel leaned back
“Lorna again?”At the mere utterance of the name, Vespera’s expression turned distant, dimming as if processing a tedious solicitude. There was no indication of guilt on her face; instead, she looked worn out, like someone dealing with a relentless, unwanted salesperson. She turned her head just a fraction, meeting the steady gaze of the man watching her intently.“Seriously, Mr. Sterling?”Logan glanced between the two of them, surprise flitting across his face. The silence in the hallway was almost suffocating. “Do you... know each other?”Ezekiel didn’t respond. He couldn’t. His throat felt like it was lined with dry glass. Vespera didn’t wait for him to speak; she bent down and grabbed one of the shopping bags sitting outside her door. As she stood back up, her eyes locked onto Ezekiel’s with a look of mild, clinical disdain.“Common courtesy would suggest you apologize for your behavior yesterday,” she said, her voice smooth and lacking hidden meanings. “I get that you might’ve







