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
The next day, Rose sat in the sunroom with Anne, sipping tea while flipping through an old book she had pulled from the family’s extensive library. The warm golden light streamed through the glass walls, casting soft shadows across the polished floor. Anne, ever the poised and graceful matriarch,
The car came to a smooth stop in front of a modern, stylish building with neon accents and a sleek black-and-gold sign that read The Luxe Lounge. It had a mix of a high-end arcade, a private club, and a casual dining area—clearly designed for the elite high school crowd looking for entertainment.
After finishing their meal at the restaurant, Rose had assumed that the incident with Margaret would prompt Karen to cut their day short. But she quickly realized how wrong she was. Despite Rose’s gentle protests and tired attempts at persuasion, Karen was unrelenting—dragging her from one boutique
Later that evening, Rose wandered through the grand hallways of the Anderson estate, her footsteps light against the polished floors. She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to leave the comfort of her room, but something about the quiet atmosphere of the night made her restless. Before she knew it







