Mag-log inA week later, the atmosphere around Rose’s life changed completely. The pressure of school, business meetings, and family politics slowly faded into the background as the long-awaited school vacation finally began. And as promised, Rose packed her things and left for the Anderson ancestral mansion
Days passed. Everything seemed… ordinary. Too ordinary. But that “ordinary” came with subtle changes. One of them started when William called Rose. Rose let out an annoyed groan as she turned and reached for her phone on the bedside table. Without bothering to look at the caller ID, she answer
Outside the Gray ancestral home, the night air was cool. Eric was already waiting by the car, standing straight the moment he saw her. “Miss,” he greeted respectfully as he opened the door for her. Rose got into the car, leaning back against the seat as the door closed. For a moment, she didn’t sp
Donna leaned back again, folding her arms. “Fine,” she said after a moment. “I won’t interfere.” David blinked in surprise. Just like that? But Donna wasn’t done. “However,” she added, her voice turning firm, “I have one condition.” Rose raised her eyes slightly. DDonna’s gaze locked onto hers.
The study room was silent after Rose’s words fell. They owe me a life. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t emotional. But it carried a weight that made even the air feel heavier. Donna Gray sat behind her desk, her sharp eyes fixed on the young girl standing in front of her. For a long moment, she didn’t s
Inside Donna’s office. The room carried the same imposing aura as always, elegant, quiet, and filled with authority. Standing quietly by the side was David. Rose stepped into the room and stopped in front of Donna.“You wanted to see me, Grandmother?” Donna didn’t respond immediately. Instead, sh
The next afternoon. The moment school ended, Rose stepped into the car, her expression shifting instantly from student to business mode. “Let’s go to Apex Litigation Groups, brother Luthor,” she instructed. Luthor nodded, pulling into traffic without hesitation. The night before, after Nancy
When they reached the top floor—the executive level where the Chairman’s office was located—Gregory pushed the door open with respectful precision. Rose entered first, her gaze sweeping across the spacious, immaculate office. Most of the décor still reflected the previous Chairman’s taste, yet she i
At Ashmore Legal Groups, morning broke like a slap to the face. The partners were gathered in the glass conference room overlooking downtown—an intimidating space ordinarily filled with confident voices, sharp debate, and unshakeable certainty. But today, tension wrapped around them like a constric
On the drive back to Glassrose Mansion, Rose leaned her head against the car window, quietly watching the city lights slide past. Her posture was relaxed, but Luthor caught her reflection in the rearview mirror and knew better—she was exhausted, even if she refused to show it. Rose, meanwhile, was







