تسجيل الدخولThe room on Henry’s side became quiet. Then Beatrice explained everything slowly. The plan was to drug Rose, take her upstairs to one of the hotel suites, and create compromising evidence either photos and videos. That would be enough to completely destroy her reputation in elite society. The
A few days had passed since Donna’s announcement. That afternoon, Rose had just finished reviewing some documents in her room when her phone rang. William. She stared at the screen for a second before answering. “Helo, father.” William sounded unusually relaxed on the other end. “Rose, there
After hearing his explanation, Beatrice calmed down for a moment. " But that doesn't change anything. I know you are now seeing your eldest daughter as an asset, William." She finally replied. “No, you're been mistaken, Beatrice. Rose is indeed an asset to me because of the fortune we are going to
Beatrice spent the entire next day in a terrible mood. No matter where she went inside the mansion, Rose’s name followed her like an invisible shadow. While passing through the main hallway earlier that morning, she overheard two servants whispering softly near the staircase. “Young Miss Rose is
Back at the Gray Mansion. The atmosphere inside Beatrice’s private sitting room was suffocatingly tense. The moment the doors closed behind them, Victor violently loosened the tie around his neck before throwing himself onto the sofa with an ugly expression on his face. “This is ridiculous.” His v
Rose stepped out into the west wing corridor, the polished marble floors reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers above. “Impressive.” The voice came from behind her, smooth, controlled, and laced with something sharp enough to cut which made Rose stop. She didn’t turn immediately. Instead, sh
Ggregory leaned back in his chair, exhausted. He pinched the bridge of his nose before dialing Nancy. It didn’t even ring twice before she picked up. “Ms. Miller?” “Report?” she asked immediately. “Yes.” Gregory sighed. “It didn’t go well. Mr. Ashmore refuses to accept any termination. He claims
The 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
After several more minutes of bickering with Pamela — which consisted mostly of Pamela scolding while Donna grumbled under her breath like an irritated cat — Donna finally shifted her gaze to Rose. Her sharp eyes softened only by a fraction, but Rose noticed it. “Child, sit closer to me.” Donna
Alex sat in the back seat of his car as it glided smoothly through the early traffic, pale morning sunlight washing over the city and turning glass towers into golden pillars. A pair of thin-framed glasses rested on his nose—simple, elegant, and unfairly flattering—softening the cold edge of his fe







