INICIAR SESIÓNThe 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 next day. Rose woke up the next morning with heavy eyes and dark circles beneath them. She had spent most of the night reading, only managing to get about three hours of sleep. Her head still aches slightly, but she forced herself out of bed, got dressed, and made her way downstairs for breakfa
One of Victoria’s friends who was listening, raised a brow, clearly entertained. Sophia saw their expressions but pretended not to notice. “She was supposed to be the perfect daughter,” Sophia continued, tone laced with a hint of sad resignation. “Our parents always gave her the spotlight. My sis
At the end of the hallway was a soundproof, dimly-lit private room that was always reserved for Victor’s old crew. The moment he stepped inside, heads turned. The room was thick with smoke. A low sofa wrapped around a glass table littered with half-finished drinks, ashtrays, and poker chips. The b
“We are here, senior Rose." Grace announced as soon as they reached the front of the teachers office. "Thanks," Rose said. "I appreciate it." Grace shifted her books to one arm and looked at her with a gentle expression. "Anytime. And, for what it's worth, if you ever need help navigating this j







