ログインAfter 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
Lopez didn’t slow down until she reached the teacher’s faculty corridor. She didn't bother knocking. The door flew open as she strode in, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Price looked up from her desk, startled for only a second before her usual smug expression slid into place. “Wel
Crystal Lake Academy There was something different in the air. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just off. Rose noticed it the moment she walked through the school gate. Eyes that lingered a little too long. Whispers that died out when she passed. Girls pulling their friends closer, glancing in her directi
At the headmistress's office, the atmosphere was thick with tension even before Teacher Lopez stepped through the door. She knocked once, waited for the formal invitation, and then entered. Her brows furrowed the moment she saw Teacher Price already inside, seated with her usual smug expression plas
The hallway buzzed with the midday rush as students swarmed toward the cafeteria, chattering excitedly about everything from test scores to weekend plans. Rose adjusted her backpack, waiting just outside the classroom door with Kehlani, who was calmly rechecking her timetable, and Sandra, who was al







