Mag-log inMorning settled gently over the hospital. The chaos from the previous night had faded, leaving behind a strange calm that did not quite feel like peace. The corridors were quieter now, the urgency replaced by routine, but inside the private suite, emotions still lingered—unspoken, and unresolved. Corren lay propped up against the hospital bed. The color had returned slightly to his face, though the bandage across his side reminded everyone how close things had come. A tray of food rested on the table beside him, untouched until a moment ago. Aurora Stephens sat beside him. She held a spoon carefully, blowing lightly on it before bringing it toward him. “Careful,” she said. “It’s still hot.” Corren watched her for a second before opening his mouth. He took the spoon quietly. “Since when did you become this gentle?” he asked, his voice still a little weak but steady enough. Aurora rolled her eyes slightly. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she replied. “I was asked to take care of you, so I
The following morning, in Cassienne's new penthouse. Everything and everyone stayed quiet. Sunlight slipped through the tall glass windows of the penthouse, stretching across the marble floors in soft gold. The city down below continued like nothing happened. But inside the penthouse, everything had changed. Cassienne stood still and composed before the mirror. Her reflection looked exactly as it should. Elegant, and untouched. But the world outside was not seeing her that way. Behind her, Jessica Tremont leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching in silence. On the other side of the room, Tessa Philips and Elena Brook moved carefully, organizing her schedule for the day. But no one spoke. After a long silence. Tessa finally did. “The press is already waiting downstairs,” she said carefully. “Security has doubled since last night.” Cassienne adjusted the sleeve of her outfit. A tailored cream suit, clean lines, minimal accessories that wasn’t flashy, but it carried a presence
The noises from earlier had faded into a distant hum, replaced by the steady rhythm of machines and the occasional footsteps of passing nurses. Inside the private suite, the lights were dimmed, casting soft shadows across the room. Most of them had stepped out. Aurora had gone to handle the press situation outside. Daisy followed shortly after, unable to sit still any longer. Jessica remained nearby but kept her distance, giving Cassienne space. Merrick had taken a call in the hallway. Corren was resting. The medication had finally pulled him into sleep, his breathing steady now, his face no longer twisted in pain. Cassienne stood by the window alone. The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the glass, calm and indifferent to everything that had just happened. Her reflection stared back at her. She was still looking composed. But inside, nothing was still. She thought of how it all started. All of it. The lies, the headlines. And then, Dreston's voice. “I am announcing my enga
The peace of the hospital has been taken away. Even in the late hours of the night, the corridors remained active, though silent than before. The chaos from earlier had settled into something heavier. Not noise, not panic—but tension. Inside a private suite on the upper floor, the atmosphere was thick. Corren lay on the bed, pale but conscious..The wound had been treated, bandaged tightly across his side. Machines beside him beeped steadily, confirming what Ray had said earlier. He was stable and alive. Cassienne sat beside him. She had not moved much since he was brought in. Her fingers rested lightly on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on him, as if she needed constant reassurance that he was truly fine. “You should rest,” Corren said quietly, his voice still strained. Cassienne shook her head. “I’m fine.” Her voice was soft, but the weight behind it was not. Aurora stood nearby, arms folded, watching both of them. Daisy leaned against the wall, unusually quiet for once
The night broke into chaos, sirens wailed sharply through the streets as emergency vehicles cut through traffic with urgency. The flashing red and blue lights reflected against glass buildings, against moving cars, against the stunned faces of those who had only minutes ago been celebrating. The ambulance arrived quickly, Corren was carried out on a stretcher, his body tense, his shirt soaked through with blood where the blade had struck. Paramedics moved with precision, issuing short, urgent commands as they worked to stabilize him. Cassienne followed closely behind. Her composure was gone. Her hands trembled, her breathing uneven, her eyes locked on Corren as though looking away would make things worse. “He saved my life,” she said, her voice breaking. Everyone looked at her with pity, they were speechless. Behind her, Aurora Stephens and Daisy Noah were held back briefly by security before being escorted outside. Jessica, Merrick, and the rest followed closely, all of them surr
The celebration didn't stop as the night carried a different kind of energy. It was no longer the electrifying roar of the arena. This time, it was refined, controlled, and deliberate. A celebration reserved for power, influence, and those who understood what it meant to shape the future of an industry. At the heart of Southvale’s elite nightlife stood Club Eighteen. It was not just a club, a statement. The building rose with sleek architectural precision, its exterior glowing under layered lights that shifted subtly in color. Security was tight, almost military in execution. Every guest was screened. Every movement was monitored. Only those on the list were allowed in. And tonight, only the important ones mattered. A sleek black vehicle rolled to a stop at the entrance. And the moment the door opened, the atmosphere shifted. Cassienne stepped out, looking breathtaking. She wore a fitted midnight-blue gown that hugged her curves with quiet elegance. The fabric shimmered subtly un
Agat, Dreston kissed her without breaking the kiss. For a second, Cassienne didn’t even realize what was happening. Her back met the cool surface of one of the lab desks, and he settled her there gently, but the intensity in him was anything but gentle. He kissed her again and deeper, as if he ha
The kiss ended almost as quickly as it had begun. Cassienne gasped softly, her chest rising and falling unevenly as if she had forgotten how to breathe. The warmth of Dreston’s lips still stayed on hers, and it was firm, steady, unexpectedly tender. When he pulled away, he did not step back immed
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







