LOGINAfter losing his first wife, he had only wanted stability, for himself, and for his daughter. Remarrying had felt like the right choice, something that would give Alissa a complete home again. And his new wife had given him exactly what he wanted to see. In public, she was warm, attentive and soft-
The air smelled sterile, but the floor beneath her feet was wrong, dark, slick, reflecting her like a broken mirror. At the end of the hallway, she saw a hospital bed. Alissa laid there unmoving. Rose’s chest tightened. “No… she’s alive.” “You’re too late.” The voice came from behind. Rose imme
The truth was, her father did love her and that was what made it harder. After losing his first wife, he had only wanted stability, for himself, and for his daughter. Remarrying had felt like the right choice, something that would give Alissa a complete home again. And his new wife had given him e
Rose stood in a dim hospital corridor. The air smelled sterile, but the floor beneath her feet was wrong, dark, slick, reflecting her like a broken mirror. At the end of the hallway, she saw a hospital bed. Alissa laid there unmoving. Rose’s chest tightened. “No… she’s alive.” “You’re too late.
The days that followed moved quietly on the surface. Rose laughed when she was supposed to laugh. She attended gatherings, teased Leo, kept Alissa close, and even argued lightly with Eric about trivial things. To anyone watching, nothing had changed. But beneath that calm exterior, something was of
The days that followed moved quietly on the surface. Rose laughed when she was supposed to laugh. She attended gatherings, teased Leo, kept Alissa close, and even argued lightly with Eric about trivial things. To anyone watching, nothing had changed. But beneath that calm exterior, something was of
Rose’s palm slammed down on the table with a sharp crack. The sound sliced through the room like a whip, startling everyone—Mr. Grant included. “That. Is. Enough.” Her voice was low, trembling not with rage but restraint. Jerry blinked, caught off guard. Then, regaining himself, he leaned forward
Together, they stepped out into the bright afternoon light, but before they reached where the car was parked, Luthor spoke under his breath. “You recognized her, didn’t you?” Rose’s steps didn’t falter. “No.” Luthor gave her a sideways glance. “Really?” “She’s irrelevant,” Rose said, her tone coo
Rose sat quietly as they waited for their order to arrive. The air between the three of them lingered in awkward silence. She leaned back in her seat, her gaze shifting toward Simon, who had his eyes fixed on the table like a kid caught doing something wrong. “So,” Rose began lightly, crossing her
“I need information,” she replied. “I want you to find out everything you can about someone. I can't access this on my own.” The person Rose was referring to was none other than Henry. In her past life, Rose had known very little about him—about who he truly was or the kind of life he had lived be







