MasukRose folded her arms loosely across her chest and looked at Cassandra as though she genuinely didn't understand what there was to be afraid of. “Should I be?” “Most people are,” Cassandra replied with a small chuckle. Rose simply looked at her for a moment before answering honestly. “I don’t kn
Meanwhile Cassandra Black had heard about Rose long before she actually met her. At first, it had been nothing more than casual gossip from the servants. Rose had become a subject of conversation in Hayden's mansion and surprisingly the Black ancestral mansion mostly because nobody knew much about
After everything that happened at Black PMC, Hayden found himself paying more attention to Rose, although he couldn't quite explain when that shift had happened. But he knew it wasn't because of what she had done in the boardroom rather it was her reaction afterward. Despite becoming the subject
Even John's men lowered their gazes because they knew Alex was right. The rules of the underworld had been established by the one who held its highest authority, and now that Alex was the King of the Underworld, he had the authority to change those rules whenever he deemed it necessary. If Alex wan
The Brown mansion's massive gates were guarded day and night, while armed men were stationed throughout the property. No outsider could enter the grounds without permission from the Brown family. That was the rule. At least, it had been until today. Several black vehicles stopped outside the main
They remained silent, too frightened to speak and too stubborn to give up the information they had been ordered to protect. Alex's expression didn't change. “Continue.” His men immediately stepped forward. The remaining prisoners realized that the interrogation was far from over and that their sile
Suddenly, he launched into a full lecture—scolding her about being careful, warning her to avoid trouble, telling her not to involve herself in things she couldn’t handle, and stressing that she needed to think before acting. Rose just stared at him, eyes wide. Alexander King. Cold, silent, em
When they left the hotel, Evelyn insisted they not bother driving her home. She hailed a cab, gave Luthor and Rose one last polite nod, and disappeared into traffic. Inside the car, the familiar quiet settled again, the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Luthor drove for a while befo
Rose was already halfway to the staircase, eager to retreat to her room and put the day behind her, when a sharp voice called out from the living room. “Rose.” She paused mid-step. Only then did she notice William seated stiffly on one of the couches, his expression dark and anxious. He must h
After the car rolled out of the Gray ancestral mansion, Rose finally relaxed into her seat. The heavy atmosphere of the family dining room drifted off her shoulders the farther they drove. She turned her head slightly toward the front. “Brother Luthor, head to the restaurant. The one Sister Nancy







