로그인The news reached Dreston Tremont less than ten minutes after the incident at Nerox Technology had begun. He had been in the middle of an important strategy meeting at Auralink Systems, surrounded by top executives and board members, when Steve quietly slipped into the sleek conference room and handed him a phone without a word. At first, Dreston didn’t understand the unusual tension etched across his assistant’s face. Then he glanced down at the screen and saw the livestream. His expression changed instantly. The entire room fell into a heavy silence. Every executive seated around the long, polished conference table watched as Dreston rose abruptly from his chair, the movement sharp and decisive. On the phone screen, Tina Ackley was visible outside Nerox headquarters, screaming Cassienne’s name at the top of her lungs while a swarm of reporters circled her like hungry vultures, microphones thrust forward and cameras flashing relentlessly. Dreston’s jaw tightened dangerously, a mu
The internet had not calmed down since the gala incident. If anything, it had spiraled into something far worse overnight. Every major platform—social media, news sites, entertainment blogs—carried the same relentless headlines. Clips of Tina Ackley’s attempted trip on Cassienne Rhodes had gone viral across the world at lightning speed, racking up tens of millions of views within hours. Edited versions, slow-motion replays, and side-by-side comparisons with Dreston’s protective catch flooded every feed. And the worst part for Tina was not even the accusations themselves. It was the comments. Thousands upon thousands of them pouring in without mercy. “She’s so jealous it’s pathetic.” “She can never be Cassienne. Not even close.” “Dreston clearly still loves his wife. That engagement was fake as hell.” “She tried to hurt a pregnant woman? That’s low even for her.” That last comment destroyed her completely. Because now the public sympathy toward Cassienne had more than dou
Across the city, inside her once-pristine penthouse, Tina Ackley sat alone on the cold marble floor of her living room. The space was in ruins—broken glass scattered like ice, a shattered vase against the far wall, overturned decorations, and cushions ripped open in a fit of rage. She had barely slept. Her makeup from the gala was still smeared beneath her eyes, dark streaks cutting through her pale cheeks. Her hair was a tangled mess from the countless times she had dragged her fingers through it in frustration. Everything had gone wrong. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the faces from the gala—the disgust, the judgment, the whispers slicing through the air like knives. “She tried to hurt Cassienne.” “She’s jealous.” “She’s obsessed.” Tina covered her ears, rocking slightly. “Stop it!” But the voices only grew louder inside her head. Her breathing turned ragged as fresh tears burned her eyes. Then, without warning, she screamed. The raw sound tore through the pen
Morning sunlight spilled softly into the master bedroom of the Tremont mansion as the bathroom door finally opened. A cloud of steam escaped, carrying the scent of Cassienne’s favorite lavender body wash. Then Dreston walked out with her wrapped securely in his arms, a thick white towel draped loosely around her body. Cassienne laughed softly, her damp hair falling in dark waves against her bare shoulders as he carried her toward the bed like he had no intention of letting her go anytime soon. “DT,” she protested between giggles, “put me down.” “No,” he replied calmly, voice still rough from earlier. Cassienne shook her head, already familiar with that tone. “You are impossible.” “And yet,” Dreston murmured as he lowered her gently onto the mattress, careful with her growing belly, “you still married me twice.” That made her laugh again—bright, unrestrained, and perfect. God, he had missed that sound so much. He leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to her shoulder, then rested h
“On your side, baby,” he said softly, helping her roll so she faced away from him. He spooned behind her, one arm sliding beneath her neck, the other wrapping around to cradle her belly. The position kept all pressure off her stomach while letting him press flush against her back. He notched the thick head of his cock at her entrance and pushed in with one long, careful glide. They both groaned. She was so wet, so hot, so tight around him that his vision blurred for a second. He stilled once he was buried to the hilt, letting her adjust, kissing the nape of her neck, her shoulder, the shell of her ear. “You feel like heaven,” he rasped. “Missed this. Missed you squeezing me like this.” He began to move—slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive inch inside her. Each thrust was measured, powerful but tender, the angle perfect for hitting that spot again and again. His hand slid down to circle her clit in lazy strokes, syncing with the rhythm of his hi
Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the master suite, filling the room in soft golds and warm ambers. Cassienne was still deep in sleep, her body curled on her side beneath the silk sheets, one hand resting protectively over the gentle swell of her belly. Pregnancy had softened her edges in the most beautiful way—her skin glowed, her breasts were fuller and heavier, and even in repose she looked like a goddess carved from moonlight and desire. Dreston lay beside her, propped on one elbow, his eyes tracing every line of her face as if committing her to memory all over again. He hadn’t slept much. How could he, when she was finally here, warm and real and carrying his child? The last weeks apart had been torture. Now she was back in his bed, and the sight of her made something beautiful uncoil low in his gut. Her lashes fluttered. Those blue eyes opened, hazy with sleep, and found him instantly. A slow, sleepy smile curved her lips. “DT?” she whispered, voice husk
Inside the guest room at the far end of the hallway, Emily Rhodes sat comfortably on the edge of the bed, a soft lamp glowing beside her. The room had been carefully prepared for her with fresh flowers on the dresser, warm-toned curtains, a knitted throw folded at the foot of the bed. Cassienne had
Dreston closed the door to his office quietly behind him. The applause still echoed faintly in the hallway, but inside his private space, the air was calm again. It was cool, controlled, and strategic. He slipped off his Navy blue suit jacket, and draped it carefully over the back of his leather c
The elevator doors slid open softly. Dreston stepped out first, followed closely by Cassienne. For a split second, the corridor was quiet. Then, applause erupted. It wasn’t the polite, controlled kind. It was full of warmth and it was genuine. The entire executive floor of Auralink had gathered
The intercom on Dreston’s desk buzzed softly. He glanced at the panel and pressed the button. “Yes?” Cassienne’s voice came through, calm but slightly distracted. “My mother is at your parents’ place. Abigail insisted she stay the night there. She says they have a lot to catch up on.” Dreston lea







