Se connecterNot long after Rose was done changing her clothes, the family doctor arrived. Derek brought the doctor directly to Alex's room. “What happened?” the older doctor asked quickly, already motioning for the servants to clear the way. “She was drugged,” Alex replied coldly, not moving an inch as he sat
The bathroom was filled with steam, warmth and cold air blending together in a hazy mist that clung to every surface. The bathtub had already been prepared carefully, the water adjusted just enough to soothe Rose’s feverish body while helping stabilize the dangerous effects of the drug still lingeri
The convoy finally arrived at the King Mansion deep into the night. The massive black gates opened immediately the moment Alex’s vehicle approached, allowing the long line of luxury cars to enter without delay. Before the car had even fully stopped, Alex was already opening the back door. Rose wa
The black vehicles cut through the city roads at frightening speed, their headlights slicing sharply through the dark streets one after another. Inside the main car, the atmosphere remained tense and unbearably heavy. Rose sat curled tightly against Alex’s chest in the backseat, her consciousnes
Nancy had just stepped out of the hotel ballroom because she was still worried about Rose and she wanted to be sure Rose was truly safe. However, the strange scene outside made her stop walking entirely. For a moment, she genuinely questioned whether she was hallucinating. Rose was currently cli
Alex had barely stepped out of the elevator when Derek’s phone vibrated again. He knew what the message was about so without another word, he strode toward the hotel entrance with frightening speed while Derek and several guards followed immediately behind him. The revolving doors opened and then
William clenched his jaw. He knew Anne wasn’t bluffing. The Anderson family had the power to make his life far more difficult if he continued to resist. But still, letting Rose go meant giving up control over her, and he wasn’t ready for that. "You’re asking me to give up my own daughter," he said
The next day, Rose sat in the sunroom with Anne, sipping tea while flipping through an old book she had pulled from the family’s extensive library. The warm golden light streamed through the glass walls, casting soft shadows across the polished floor. Anne, ever the poised and graceful matriarch,
The car came to a smooth stop in front of a modern, stylish building with neon accents and a sleek black-and-gold sign that read The Luxe Lounge. It had a mix of a high-end arcade, a private club, and a casual dining area—clearly designed for the elite high school crowd looking for entertainment.
After finishing their meal at the restaurant, Rose had assumed that the incident with Margaret would prompt Karen to cut their day short. But she quickly realized how wrong she was. Despite Rose’s gentle protests and tired attempts at persuasion, Karen was unrelenting—dragging her from one boutique







