LOGINThe entrance of the gala was already alive before the main guests arrived. Lights flashed from every corner, cameras lifted and lowered in quick succession, and reporters stood at the edge of the red carpet, waiting for something worth talking about. A sleek black car rolled to a stop at the front, and almost immediately, the atmosphere shifted. Security stepped forward first, clearing just enough space before the door opened. Dreston Tremont stepped out. He looked exactly as expected. Composed. Impeccable. Untouchable. Then Tina Ackley followed. She stepped out with confidence, her posture straight, her chin slightly lifted as if she already owned the space she had just entered. Her hand slipped naturally around Dreston’s arm, claiming her position without hesitation. That was all the reporters needed. They surged forward. “Mr. Tremont! Is it true you left Cassienne for Miss Ackley?” “Were you already in a relationship before your marriage ended?” “Is this about Corren Thornwyc
Later that evening, at Cassienne’s penthouse, the glam team arrived without noise but with presence. They're a team of professionals who know what they're doing. They moved in with quiet efficiency, each person already aware of their role, their timing, and the standard expected of them. And at the center of it all stood Cassienne Rhodes. She was already dressed in a silk robe, her hair loosely tied back, her face bare and calm. There was no rush in her movements, no sign of nerves. She stood near the full-length mirror, reviewing something on her tablet before setting it aside as the team approached. Adrian Cole stepped forward first, his eyes moving over her in one immediate, assessing glance. “We’re on schedule,” he said. Cassienne met his gaze in the mirror. “Good,” she replied without breaking eye contact. And just like that, the room came alive with different activities to prepare Cassienne for tonight's event. Talia Greene moved to the garment rack, carefully unveiling
The new lab was exactly what Cassienne wanted. It felt like her secret heaven. A place of peace and quiet reflection. Clean surfaces, structured lighting, and glass panels reflected work rather than comfort. Every piece of equipment was placed with intention. Nothing existed for decoration—Everything had a purpose. It was exactly how Cassienne Rhodes wanted it. This was her space, her world, her rules, and her pride. She stood at the central console, reviewing data on the screen in front of her while Tessa Philips stood beside her, quietly reading out updates from a tablet. On the other side, Elena Brook sorted through documents, marking changes and noting priorities. Everything moved efficiently. Measured. Controlled. Cassienne nodded once, her attention still on the screen. “Push the second batch to review,” she said. “And reschedule the afternoon briefing. I do not want interruptions.” Tessa noted it immediately. And then, the door opened. No one reacted at first. Visitors were
Daisy got home late that night. The events of the evening followed her. They stayed with her in her thoughts, in the message on her phone, and in the part of her that refused to settle. The silence at Ray’s place had not left her. It lingered as she stepped into her apartment and let go of everything she had been holding. Her purse landed carelessly on the couch. Her heels followed, kicked off without a second thought. She walked straight into the kitchen. Daisy opened the refrigerator and reached for a can of beer. The cold metal felt steady in her hand. She popped it open and took a long sip before leaning back against the marble counter. For a moment, she said nothing. Then she picked up her phone and dialed. The call connected after two rings. “Princess.” The voice on the other end was older, calm, and familiar. “Mother,” Daisy breathed. “Daisy,” her mother replied. Her tone was soft but carried something underneath it. “How are you?” “I am doing great,” Daisy said automati
Ray Simpson’s penthouse stood in calm isolation. Its terrace opened to the night air, with the faint shimmer of the pool beside it. The water reflected the soft lighting around the space, rippling gently whenever the breeze passed over it. It was peaceful here. Private. The kind of place where the world felt far enough away to forget everything else, at least for a while. Ray leaned back against the lounge seat, his breathing slow but not entirely steady. Daisy Noah straddled him, her movements deliberate and confident. She was never hesitant, with Daisy, everything felt effortless, as though she moved through moments without ever second-guessing herself. Ray’s hands rested at her waist, guiding her gently. His touch was firm but careful. This was not new to him. But it never felt routine either, because with Daisy, there was always something just beneath the surface. Something he could never quite reach. “You’re distracted,” Daisy murmured, her voice low but clear enough to cut th
The afternoon in Lisbourn settled with a quiet ease that made everything feel almost untouched by trouble. At the far end of a quiet lane stood Emily’s residence. It was not just a house, it was a statement of calm after years of unrest. A five-bedroom detached duplex designed with space, light, and privacy in mind. The walls were pale and elegant. The large windows opened to the garden that stretched wide around it. Every part of the place reflected intention. Nothing was excessive, yet nothing was lacking. The garden was where Emily spent most of her time. Rows of flowers spread across the carefully maintained land. Each section was arranged with care but not rigidity. There were roses in full bloom, soft lavender lining the edges of the pathways, and clusters of lilies that stood quietly. Their presence was almost modest despite their beauty. It was not wild growth. It cultivated peace. And at the center of it, crouched slightly with gloved hands buried in the soil, was Emily R
Corren stood right in front of Cassienne. His voice came out low and soft. “Can I kiss you?” Cassienne looked up at him and smiled. “You’ve never asked before. You just kissed me whenever you felt like it. Why ask now?” She remembered the times clearly. The first kiss happened so fast, right aft
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
The big conference room at Coralreach System was full. Executives from every department sat around the long table. The PR team and the development team were there too. Everyone looked serious and focused. A speaker stood at the front. He talked clearly about the company’s plans. People listened ca
Dreston sat in his executive chair, his posture relaxed but guarded, his back pressed firmly against the leather as his arms folded across his chest. His gaze never wavered from the man seated opposite him. Jeffrey Sandler. A name that carried weight, Influence, and danger in the tech world. J







