LOGIN"You didn't have to do that." "I wanted to." Cassandra replied calmly.. Rose touched the small box in her hand. "Why?" Cassandra looked at her. "Because for some reason I like seeing you happy." Rose didn't know how to respond. Something about those words settled strangely inside her chest. She
The next morning, Rose had barely finished breakfast when the sound of a car arriving outside caught her attention. She looked toward the window, wondering who had come so early, and a moment later, one of the maids appeared at the doorway. "Miss Rose, Mrs. Black is here." Rose blinked. "Cassandr
Rose stared at him, clearly not pleased. She was curious to know more about who this Ruby was but Hayden was obviously stopping that from happening. "That doesn't answer my question." "It wasn't meant to." Hayden replied back calmly. Cassandra almost laughed at the exchange between the two.. Ros
Dinner at the Black mansion was supposed to be a simple family meal, but Cassandra had insisted on staying for it. After spending the afternoon at the mansion and watching Hayden continue to hover around Rose, she had decided that she wasn't leaving without having dinner with them. Hayden hadn't ar
Rose 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
“I came here today to have all my funds withdrawn from the bank. That’s why I need to meet her—she’s my account manager,” Rose revealed to Clara, her tone firm and her expression unreadable. However, it was all an act—an intentional display to fool Clara into believing she meant every word she sai
The drive home was peaceful, the soft hum of the engine filling the car as Rose leaned back in her seat, one hand on the steering wheel. The city lights passed by in streaks, fading into the quiet stretch of the road that led toward her mansion. Dinner with Nancy had been unexpectedly refreshing,
The silence of William’s office was broken with a sharp bang as the door flew open. Papers fluttered from his desk with the sudden gust, and William’s head snapped up, his brows knitting together. “Sorry sir, I tried to stop him—” his secretary stumbled in, flustered, clutching a folder tightly in
The clink of cutlery and hushed voices lingered even after Rose excused herself from the table. She rose gracefully, gave a polite nod toward her father, and ascended the stairs without looking back, leaving the rest of the family behind. As soon as the sound of her footsteps was no longer heard, B







