Mag-log inThe next morning, Henry sat inside his apartment with an ice pack pressed against the side of his head. The injury he had suffered at the hotel had mostly healed, but the memory remained painfully fresh. Every time he looked in the mirror, he was reminded of what had happened. The failed plan, A
Inside were several names, several plans she had made to change the future waiting for her. Her gaze stopped on one name. Henry. A cold smile slowly appeared on her face. In her previous life, she had never been given the chance to fight back. This time, she intended to give him every opportun
Beatrice had just finished discussing the upcoming etiquette lessons for Sophia when Rose suddenly spoke. “Actually, there's something I'd like to ask, mother.” Beatrice looked up from her teacup. “What is it?” Rose hesitated for a moment before speaking casually. “I'd like to meet this Henry
Victor's jaw clenched. That only made the situation worse. Everyone can tell, including the servants that he had lost the challenge to Rose. “That wench…..” Victor was about to curse at Rose but was stopped midway by William. “That's enough from you Victor." He said before he turned to look at Ros
Dinner at Gray Mansion was unusually peaceful that evening. William sat at the head of the table reviewing messages on his phone between bites. Beatrice maintained her usual elegant composure. Victor looked bored. Sophia occasionally participated in the conversation while the servants moved quie
The Gray Mansion looked exactly the same as Rose remembered. The elegant gardens were perfectly maintained. Luxury vehicles lined the driveway. Servants moved efficiently throughout the estate. Everything appeared peaceful, normal. As though nothing had happened or someone hadn't recently tried to
William clenched his jaw. He knew Anne wasn’t bluffing. The Anderson family had the power to make his life far more difficult if he continued to resist. But still, letting Rose go meant giving up control over her, and he wasn’t ready for that. "You’re asking me to give up my own daughter," he said
The next day, Rose sat in the sunroom with Anne, sipping tea while flipping through an old book she had pulled from the family’s extensive library. The warm golden light streamed through the glass walls, casting soft shadows across the polished floor. Anne, ever the poised and graceful matriarch,
The car came to a smooth stop in front of a modern, stylish building with neon accents and a sleek black-and-gold sign that read The Luxe Lounge. It had a mix of a high-end arcade, a private club, and a casual dining area—clearly designed for the elite high school crowd looking for entertainment.
After finishing their meal at the restaurant, Rose had assumed that the incident with Margaret would prompt Karen to cut their day short. But she quickly realized how wrong she was. Despite Rose’s gentle protests and tired attempts at persuasion, Karen was unrelenting—dragging her from one boutique







