LOGINFor a moment, neither Rose nor Alex moved. The warehouse remained unnaturally quiet, and even the men inside seemed to understand that whatever had just happened between the two of them was more important than anything else in the room. Alex slowly lowered the gun in his hand and handed it to on
Rose carefully looked inside and what she saw made her breath catch. Alex stood in the middle of a large warehouse, surrounded by numerous men. The atmosphere inside was completely different from the polished world Rose knew. The concrete floor was bare, heavy crates were stacked along one side of
--- The journey took longer than Rose expected. The city gradually disappeared behind them as Eric followed the directions written on the note. Rose remained unusually quiet. She felt a bit nervous because she was heading toward a location someone had deliberately given her because they believ
When they returned to King Mansion that evening, Rose behaved as though nothing had happened. She spent some time with Alex before eventually retiring to the bedroom, and Alex assumed she was simply tired after their long day. Later, when he became occupied in his study, Rose remained in her room,
While Rose believed Alex had only just arrived at the boutique, the truth was that he had been at a secluded private meeting location away from the crowded shopping district. Several powerful figures were already waiting for him. They weren't businessmen, rather they were leaders of rival factio
While Rose believed Alex had only just arrived at the boutique, the truth was that he had been at a secluded private meeting location away from the crowded shopping district. Several powerful figures were already waiting for him. They weren't businessmen, rather they were leaders of rival factio
The phone on the table buzzed. Without looking away from his screen, Alex picked it up, his voice cold and clipped. “Speak, Derek?” He commanded immediately he placed the phone closer to his ear. On the other end, Derek, his personal assistant, cleared his throat nervously. “Sir, I just received
The moment Rose stepped back into the Gray mansion, she could feel the shift in atmosphere. The heavy silence was unnatural, almost staged, like a trap waiting to be sprung. She didn’t have to search long to see why. On one of the sofas sat Beatrice, her arms crossed, her eyes sharp with suspicion
In her past life, she’d seen her grandmother only twice—once before her marriage to Henry, and again at her grandmother’s seventieth birthday party. The matriarch had always been a distant figure, yet her father trembled under her shadow. Rose watched William carefully; his uneasiness spoke louder t
" No, no, no, not at all. I don't have any issues with this place. It's also good enough for me but I just wanted to be sure you are pleased with it and not trying to be modest about your choice." Rose said while shaking his head constantly as he spoke. "Thank you, Rose. I am pleased by your court







