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
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
Suddenly, he launched into a full lecture—scolding her about being careful, warning her to avoid trouble, telling her not to involve herself in things she couldn’t handle, and stressing that she needed to think before acting. Rose just stared at him, eyes wide. Alexander King. Cold, silent, em
Slowly, Donna turned to William — the eldest, the heir, the one who bore the heaviest burden. Her eyes were icy. “William.” He swallowed. “Yes, Mother.” “How,” she asked quietly, “have you been running the family company?” William’s heart dropped. Donna’s words were soft, but they struck like l
When they left the hotel, Evelyn insisted they not bother driving her home. She hailed a cab, gave Luthor and Rose one last polite nod, and disappeared into traffic. Inside the car, the familiar quiet settled again, the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Luthor drove for a while befo







