Mag-log inAfter 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
After a while the meeting eventually came to an end, but the tension it created did not dissolve. It simply changed form. Instead of a single controlled room, the energy scattered across the mansion. Conversations broke into smaller circles, voices lowered but no less intense. In one corner of t
The meeting didn’t end after the announcement. It carried on, but the atmosphere had shifted in a way no one could ignore. On the surface, everything remained composed. People adjusted themselves, sat up straighter, and slipped back into their seats as if nothing had happened. Polite words like “c
After Sophia received the message that Victoria Langston wanted to see her, she casually told her friends she’d be back and made her way across the buzzing cafeteria to the seniors’ section. At one of the corner tables sat Victoria Langston, surrounded by her usual circle of elite friends. The air
After a few minutes of light conversation, Rose leaned forward slightly, her tone calm but direct. “Sister Nancy, did you prepare the documents I asked for?” Nancy responded with a knowing smirk and reached for a brown envelope next to her. Without a word, she slid it across the table toward Rose.
She stepped forward—calmly, deliberately—and came to a stop just inches from Sophia. She leaned in close, her lips barely moving as she whispered directly into Sophia’s ear. “Leave. Now. Before I stop playing nice.” Her voice was ice. Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. It was the first time
A few minutes later The atmosphere in the headmistress’s office was thick with tension as the assistant returned, opening the door politely. All heads turned when Rose stepped in with her usual calm, her gaze sweeping over the room. She recognized everyone present—Teacher Price with a smug tilt of







