LOGINRose slowly turned towards him."What?" She looked at Alex in disbelief. "Did you just say he's Victor and Sophia's biological father?" Alex didn't look away from Vincent. "Yes." Rose's gaze sharply returned to the restrained man. The revelation was almost impossible to process. Victor and Sop
However, Vincent remained silent and looked away. Rose's patience began to wear thin at his silence. "Vincent!" He finally turned towards her. "I said I have nothing more to say. What part of that don't you understand?" Rose's expression became cold. She had come here expecting answers, but t
For several seconds, he simply stared at her before a mocking laugh escaped his throat. "Well, well..." Rose stopped a few steps away. Vincent looked her over before shaking his head. "Would you look at that? The thorn that refuses to disappear." Rose narrowed her eyes. "Do I know you?" Vincent
The following afternoon, Alex drove along a secluded road on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Rose sat in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing through the window as the vehicle moved farther away from the busy parts of the city. Unlike their usual destinations, this particular location was nowher
"Not particularly." Alex chuckled at her response. Rose shook her head at him. She was annoyed, certainly. Finding out that Alex had possessed such crucial information without telling her wasn't something she appreciated. However, her frustration was quickly being replaced by curiosity. Vincent
The dining room at Alex King's mansion was unusually quiet that evening. Rose sat opposite Alex, enjoying the dinner that had been prepared for them. The atmosphere was comfortable, and neither seemed particularly interested in discussing business until Rose brought up something that had been occup
The next day. It was still early in the school day, just before the second bell. The halls buzzed faintly with the murmur of students heading to first period, but Victoria wasn't in class. She excused herself with the calm assurance of someone used to moving unnoticed—just a quiet nod and a vague
Inside the office, Lopez shut the door with a sharp click, crossing to her desk. “Jesse,” she said, folding her hands, “I’m going to ask this once—who told you to start those rumors?” Jesse’s breath hitched. “I… I don’t know what you’re—” “Stop,” Lopez interrupted, her voice slicing clean through.
The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of Rose’s bedroom, painting her sheets in warm gold. She rose with a stretch, letting the early light wash over her before beginning her routine. After dressing in her uniform and pulling her hair into a loose yet tidy ponytail, Rose grabbed her
“Well,” Rose replied with a small laugh, “it’s not like I handed them keys in a bow.” “Still,” Nancy teased, “the house is already prepped. You don’t need to stress about that one. You did well choosing the location too—it fits them.” “Anyway, your own house is fully ready. You can swing by tomo







