Mag-log inThe servants moved quickly, taking bags and coats, while the family made their way inside the sprawling mansion. The interior hadn’t changed in decades—gold-trimmed walls, oil portraits of ancestors long gone, and the faint scent of old mahogany. Despite its grandeur, the tension hanging in the air
The long, winding driveway of the Gray family ancestral estate gleamed under the afternoon sun. Gravel crunched under the tires as they approached, and the scent of freshly trimmed hedges mingled with the faint aroma of polished stone. Its stone arches and towering iron gates radiated centuries of o
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
" W-why would you do that?” She asked. Rose shrugged, "Because Jerry Ashmore had offended me today. And I don’t let things like that slide.“Initially, I wanted to ruin the firm, but after hearing your story, I decided to change my approach — to reshape its hierarchy instead.” Luthor wasn’t surpris
Luthor’s head snapped toward Rose. “Rose,” he warned quietly, but one look from her silenced him. He sighed under his breath. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, half in disbelief, half in admiration. Evelyn froze mid-step, her expression hardened as she turned to look at Rose. “Excuse me? That’s not
Although as a blood member of the Ashmore family, Evelyn holds no real status in the firm. She works as a regular lawyer with no acknowledgment of her lineage, and most employees remain unaware that she is part of the family at all. Her quiet competence is buried beneath the family’s politics and fa







