MasukThe 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
Outside Doctor Zach’s office, Elena Brook and Ivy Hart stood by the door. Two security men—hired by Ray—remained close, their eyes scanning the surroundings with sharp, practiced focus. Every one of them was on alert, ensuring that no threat came anywhere near Cassienne. The entire floor was eerily quiet. Even the nurses moving about barely made a sound, their footsteps soft against the polished tiles. No one needed to be told that the person inside Doctor Zach’s office was a VIP. Movement along the corridor was tightly restricted. But inside Doctor Zach’s office, it was an entirely different atmosphere. The soft hum of the ultrasound filled the room, blending with the doctor’s calm voice as he spoke between each pass of the scan. Cassienne lay on the examination bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. The doctor moved the probe gently across her abdomen, his eyes focused on the screen. “There we go,” he said calmly. “Good position.” Cassienne turned her head slightly, her eyes s
Finally, Cassienne returned back home. And now she can breathe. The penthouse was quiet when she entered. The quiet was not enough to stop the chaos in her mind. The door closed behind her. And for a moment, she didn’t move. Her heels clicked faintly against the marble floor as she stepped further inside, but even that sound felt distant. The events of the past hours clung to her—Corren’s blood, the flashing cameras, the voices, the headlines. Her body felt heavy. Not weak, just… drained. She slipped off her heels slowly, leaving them by the entrance. Her fingers moved to the buttons of her jacket, undoing them with quiet movement before letting the fabric fall away. Behind her, footsteps followed carefully. Ivy Hart stood at a respectful distance, tablet in hand. “Tomorrow’s schedule,” Ivy began gently, her tone measured so as not to overwhelm her. Cassienne walked toward the living area, her movements slow but controlled. “You have a meeting with Jeff Sandler at eleven i
The tension in the conference room was tight enough to suffocate everyone in the room. The tantrum stayed between Dreston, Tina and Cassienne. No one was speaking now. The matter had taken a new turn and Dreston wanted answers. Then, suddenly, the door opened. Steve, Dreston’s assistant, stepped
At NEROX Technology, the atmosphere inside the executive conference room was high with anticipation. Jeff Sandler sat at the head of the long, polished table, his posture relaxed but commanding. Around him, several top executives occupied their seats, laptops were open before them, notepads ready
Cassienne followed Corren’s gaze, her brows knitting together in faint confusion. The door had been left slightly ajar, and now it was fully open. Standing at the entrance was Joseph Tremont, Dreston’s father, his tall frame rigid, his face carved into an expression as hard and unreadable as ston
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







