로그인The room on Henry’s side became quiet. Then Beatrice explained everything slowly. The plan was to drug Rose, take her upstairs to one of the hotel suites, and create compromising evidence either photos and videos. That would be enough to completely destroy her reputation in elite society. The
A few days had passed since Donna’s announcement. That afternoon, Rose had just finished reviewing some documents in her room when her phone rang. William. She stared at the screen for a second before answering. “Helo, father.” William sounded unusually relaxed on the other end. “Rose, there
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
The clink of cutlery and hushed voices lingered even after Rose excused herself from the table. She rose gracefully, gave a polite nod toward her father, and ascended the stairs without looking back, leaving the rest of the family behind. As soon as the sound of her footsteps was no longer heard, B
Alex said nothing at first. His large frame leaned back into the seat, one hand resting lazily on the table, but his presence alone was enough to keep people looking over curiously, cautiously, as if daring to be too obvious might invite trouble. Rose rested her chin on her hand, studying him with
Upstairs, Rose walked into the master suite—and paused. The room was vast yet soothing, filled with calm tones of deep gray, muted blues, and soft cream. No garish brightness, no harsh light—only a serene elegance that mirrored her own personality. To the left, tall glass doors led into a walk-i
“Of course, Young Miss,” Paige said firmly. “I’ll make sure everything runs smoothly.” “Will that be all you want to inform me about, Young Miss?” Paige asked. “Yes, thank you,” Rose said with a gentle nod. “You can retire for the night after you’re done, Auntie.” Paige bowed slightly before l







