LOGINThe 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
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 halls were quieter after lunch, the chatter reduced to a low hum as students moved between classes. But Rose wasn’t heading back just yet. She slipped down the side corridor that led to the faculty offices near the gym, her steps quiet but deliberate. She had already checked the schedule and kn
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







