MasukRose nearly choked on her first bite of food, her fingers still holding her fork poised in mid-air. Of course, Aunt Grace wouldn't let it rest. She remained composed, however, lowering her gaze to her plate as if nothing had been said. Donna’s lips curved faintly into a smirk as she watched Rose’s
The first light of dawn crept through the lace curtains, painting soft gold across the room. A faint knocking stirred Rose from her sleep. She groaned, burying her face into the pillow, wishing she could stay wrapped in the warm sheets just a little longer. But the knocking persisted—gentle, rhythmi
“Good,” Donna replied, though her eyes softened a little. “But since you’re curious, I’ll tell you. Consider it a lesson in discipline.” She leaned back in her chair, fingers interlaced, and looked toward the closed office door. “Rose is family, yes. She is one of the reasons I came to Los Angeles
Inside the study, Donna Gray sat behind a grand mahogany desk, listening intently as her P.A., David Norton, read from a tablet. His tone was formal, efficient. Her posture was impeccable, her aura commanding. Even in her sixties, Donna’s sharp gaze could make anyone tremble. “…and Mr. Adrian Gr
Thirty minutes later, Luthor drove into the Gray family ancestral mansion. The towering iron gates opened with deliberate slowness, revealing a long, cobblestone driveway that gleamed faintly under the golden dusk. The air held the faint fragrance of wet earth and manicured roses. At first, the gua
It was only then that everyone realized Rose wasn’t present. Every eye in the room turned toward William, who stood frozen, caught completely off guard. Adrian smirked, unable to resist. “Ah, perhaps Rose didn’t think Mother’s arrival was worth attending?” he said mockingly, earning snickers from







