LOGINAfter losing his first wife, he had only wanted stability, for himself, and for his daughter. Remarrying had felt like the right choice, something that would give Alissa a complete home again. And his new wife had given him exactly what he wanted to see. In public, she was warm, attentive and soft-
The air smelled sterile, but the floor beneath her feet was wrong, dark, slick, reflecting her like a broken mirror. At the end of the hallway, she saw a hospital bed. Alissa laid there unmoving. Rose’s chest tightened. “No… she’s alive.” “You’re too late.” The voice came from behind. Rose imme
The truth was, her father did love her and that was what made it harder. After losing his first wife, he had only wanted stability, for himself, and for his daughter. Remarrying had felt like the right choice, something that would give Alissa a complete home again. And his new wife had given him e
Rose stood in a dim hospital corridor. The air smelled sterile, but the floor beneath her feet was wrong, dark, slick, reflecting her like a broken mirror. At the end of the hallway, she saw a hospital bed. Alissa laid there unmoving. Rose’s chest tightened. “No… she’s alive.” “You’re too late.
The days that followed moved quietly on the surface. Rose laughed when she was supposed to laugh. She attended gatherings, teased Leo, kept Alissa close, and even argued lightly with Eric about trivial things. To anyone watching, nothing had changed. But beneath that calm exterior, something was of
The days that followed moved quietly on the surface. Rose laughed when she was supposed to laugh. She attended gatherings, teased Leo, kept Alissa close, and even argued lightly with Eric about trivial things. To anyone watching, nothing had changed. But beneath that calm exterior, something was of
Nicholas frowned. “Why?” Chris explained Rose’s request from the night before—how she had asked him to recommend a modeling agency for someone she wanted to help. He admitted he wanted to investigate the person first, to make sure Rose wasn’t wasting her effort on the wrong individual. Nicholas si
Luthor slammed the brakes the moment the hotel came into view. The tires screeched against the asphalt as the car jerked to a sudden stop outside the grand entrance, the engine still humming aggressively as if it hadn’t realized the chase was over. Valets and guests turned in shock, a few stepping
Luthor’s eyes burned with uncontrollable fury as his gaze locked onto Bryan, who stood a few meters away from him. Rage completely consumed him, his temperament spiraling out of control. He had no intention of sparing Bryan—not after he had crossed the unforgivable line by kicking Amelia. Bryan’s
The three women had initially thought they could intimidate Rose with their haughty attitudes, scoffs, and sharp words. They laughed among themselves, exchanging sly glances as if they had already won the encounter. “You really think you can talk to us like that?” one of them sneered, her tone dri







