INICIAR SESIÓNThe following afternoon, Rose made an unexpected visit to Nicholas's company, marking the first time she had ever come to see him at his Dynamite Corporation. The receptionist had barely finished informing Nicholas's assistant that a young woman was asking to see him before the message reached his
Rose stopped. She hated that his words were already stirring the questions she had spent the past few days trying to ignore. Her feelings for Alex were enough to make her trust him, and she knew she shouldn't allow the words of a stranger to make her doubt him. Yet she couldn't shake the strange f
Two days later, Rose found herself accompanying Frank to a place she had never heard him mention before. The club stood behind an imposing set of iron gates on the quieter side of the city, far from the crowded streets and ordinary social clubs. It was an exclusive establishment founded decades ag
Over the following days, she remained at King Mansion while she recovered. She worked from her room, attended meetings virtually with Nancy and complained whenever Alex reminded her to rest. Yet during those quiet days, Rose's mind still kept wandering back to the attack that had caused her. Ale
Rose understood his concern. She wasn't asking him to ignore the risk. She simply believed Amelia deserved the opportunity. “I understand,” she said calmly. “But if she makes a mistake, I'll take full responsibility.” Chris raised an eyebrow. “That doesn't change the fact that the mistake would sti
To her surprise, Chris was already waiting outside. The moment he saw Rose getting out of the car, he walked toward her. “I heard about your injury,” he said, his gaze briefly falling to her injured knee. “Let me help you.” “You didn't have to come down yourself, brother Chris.” Rose said with a s
Rose finally turned her head. Her gaze met Sophia’s with an unreadable calm—one that didn’t betray even a flicker of emotion. But behind her eyes was razor-sharp clarity. She knew exactly what Sophia was trying to do. The entire cafeteria held its breath. “Sophia,” Rose said gently, her tone a
There was a moment of silence. Everyone waited. Most of the other teachers expected Lopez to scood Rose. Surely, even if Rose was in the right, she would be told to apologize for the sake of civility. After all, Price was an older faculty member, and Rose was just a student—no matter how confident s
On the other side of the field Teacher Lopez stood with her class as they exited the locker room and gathered on the grass. Her voice was calm but commanding. “You’ll be sharing this period with Special Class 1, unless your PE teacher resumes back to school.” she said. “I don’t want complaints, d
The previous night, Headmistress Moore had taken a call she’d rather not admit to. Beatrice had phoned her directly—late, insistent, and with a voice trembling on the edge of fury masked as concern. “I’m not asking for anything drastic,” Beatrice had said sweetly, a little too sweetly. “Just… make







