Mag-log inAfter 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
After a while the meeting eventually came to an end, but the tension it created did not dissolve. It simply changed form. Instead of a single controlled room, the energy scattered across the mansion. Conversations broke into smaller circles, voices lowered but no less intense. In one corner of t
The meeting didn’t end after the announcement. It carried on, but the atmosphere had shifted in a way no one could ignore. On the surface, everything remained composed. People adjusted themselves, sat up straighter, and slipped back into their seats as if nothing had happened. Polite words like “c
That same evening, Alex was in the middle of reviewing documents when his phone vibrated on the desk. One glance at the caller ID made his expression harden—it was the head of the private security team. “Speak,” Alex said coolly as he answered. “Sir,” the bodyguard reported, his tone professional
I don’t understand why you would willingly go through so much trouble just to get my phone number?” Luthor asked curiously, though confusion was evident in his tone as he tried to figure out John’s motive. “You’re hurting my feelings. Perhaps you were hoping to get rid of me easily,” John replied,
Rose drove them straight to the Gray Mansion. At dinner, Beatrice played her role flawlessly—smiling, serving food, asking about everyone’s day. Rose matched her performance with equal grace, answering politely and eating quietly. Sophia’s voice didn’t stop the entire time as the maids set the d
Luthor’s gaze darkened slightly when he heard her. One of the many people who had turned their backs on him. In the past, when his family had fallen overnight, Luthor had reached out to people he trusted and called his friends. People he had laughed with, studied with, rendered help to. However







