Mag-log inThe laboratory suddenly felt quieter than before. Not because the employees had stopped working or the low hum of machines had faded, but because the atmosphere surrounding Daisy Noah had changed completely, as if the air itself had grown heavier around her small frame. She sat slowly on one of the sleek lounge chairs near the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, her fingers still tightly clutching the elegant gold invitation card. Her eyes remained fixed on the sophisticated lettering printed across its surface, tracing every curve and flourish as though doing so might somehow alter the reality before her. ‘The Engagement Ceremony of Ray Simpson and Clarissa Thomas.’ Even now, it still did not feel real. The words blurred slightly through the sting in her eyes, yet they refused to disappear. Across from her, Cassienne Rhodes and Aurora Vale exchanged worried glances in quiet understanding. Neither of them rushed to speak immediately. They knew Daisy well enough to recognize the warning s
Inside the Tremont mansion, Cassienne Rhodes stood near the expansive kitchen counter, quietly reviewing documents on her tablet. The atmosphere throughout the grand home had shifted once again. It wasn’t completely peaceful yet, but it felt noticeably lighter, warmer, and more intimate than it had in recent weeks. For the first time in days, the constant pressure that had been squeezing around her chest had eased, even if only slightly, allowing her to breathe a little easier. Behind her, Dreston Tremont walked into the kitchen already dressed for the day, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly as always, every line sharp and impeccable. But instead of heading straight for breakfast or his usual morning routine, he walked directly toward his wife with purposeful strides. Cassienne didn’t even bother looking up from her screen. “Stop looking at me that way,” she said calmly, though the corners of her mouth twitched with amusement. Dreston stepped behind her without hesitation and
The penthouse remained deathly silent long after Dreston Tremont had left and after the message. It was the kind of silence that pressed down on the soul, making every painful thought echo louder and sharper in the emptiness. The air felt thick, heavy with the ghosts of everything that had just shattered. Tina Ackley still sat crumpled on the cold marble floor where she had collapsed, her back against the couch, legs sprawled awkwardly beneath her. Her breathing came in uneven, ragged gasps as fresh tears continued slipping silently down her flushed cheeks. Her entire body felt numb, disconnected, as though she were watching herself from outside her own skin. “You were someone I pitied.” Dreston’s final words replayed endlessly inside her head like a broken record, cutting deeper with every loop. Again and again. Every single thing she had fought for, every sacrifice she had made, every lie she had told herself had just shattered irreparably in front of her. And the worst part was
Tina Ackley had returned to her penthouse, but nothing felt the same. The silence inside was oppressive, almost suffocating, as if the entire apartment had stopped breathing along with her. She sat alone on the cold marble floor of her living room, back pressed against the base of the couch, knees drawn up to her chest. The heavy curtains remained tightly closed even though night had fully fallen outside. Only faint slivers of city lights filtered through the edges of the glass windows, casting long, ghostly shadows across the ruined space. Her phone lay beside her on the floor, still vibrating nonstop with incoming notifications, messages, and calls. Tina no longer bothered checking it. She already knew exactly what she would find—more insults, more vicious headlines, more people tearing her apart online in real time. Earlier that afternoon, one of the top trending topics worldwide had been: “Protect Cassienne Rhodes”. Somehow, that hurt more than all the insults combined. Becau
The 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
Cassienne couldn’t sleep. No matter how many times she tried to lie down, no matter how tightly she shut her eyes, sleep refused to come. The luxurious silence of the suite felt suffocating rather than comforting, the expensive decor suddenly meaningless as her thoughts spiraled out of control.
This year’s Global Tech Expo was unlike any other. It was hosted at an exclusive, self-contained destination reserved only for the world’s elite—The Lisbourn Royal Resorts. The skies above the resort were alive. Helicopters hovered and descended in steady succession, their polished blades slicing
Cassienne had been buried in work the moment she stepped into her office. She hadn’t stepped out even once. Her door remained closed, her attention locked on the screen in front of her, fingers moving steadily as she worked through files, approvals, and schedules. She wasn’t the only one under p
Somewhere in Teriporto, in Richbouph, VORTEX SYNTH SYSTEMS stood like a fortress of glass and steel. It was a global e-sports and tech conglomerate, feared as much as it was respected. Ranked third among the world’s best tech companies, Vortex was known for only one thing—domination. They built a







