ログイン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
A few days later after the kidnapping incident, everything went back to normal. Rose was eventually discharged from the hospital two days later and she returned back to her normal routine and her familiar space where Rose was peacefully happy. It was in the middle of this fragile calm that Donna m
After leaving the police station, Alissa decided to go home to change her clothes. When she got home, the house felt too quiet. Alissa stepped inside slowly, her eyes taking in the familiar space that no longer felt the same. Rose walked beside her but stayed a step back, giving her room. Her fat
That afternoon, Edward came by to check on Alissa. She was sitting up in bed when he walked in, looking calmer than before, though the weight of everything still lingered in her eyes. Rose was nearby, quietly scrolling through her phone, but she glanced up the moment Edward entered. Edward didn’t
Outside the hospital, Nicholas stood with his hands in his pockets, watching Alex closely while Edward stepped forward first, far less restrained. “So who did it?” Alex didn’t hesitate. “The mastermind is Alissa’s stepmother.” The answer came clean and certain, leaving no room for doubt. Nicholas
Alex sat in the back seat of his car as it glided smoothly through the early traffic, pale morning sunlight washing over the city and turning glass towers into golden pillars. A pair of thin-framed glasses rested on his nose—simple, elegant, and unfairly flattering—softening the cold edge of his fe
Thirty minutes later, Luthor drove into the Gray family ancestral mansion. The towering iron gates opened with deliberate slowness, revealing a long, cobblestone driveway that gleamed faintly under the golden dusk. The air held the faint fragrance of wet earth and manicured roses. At first, the gua
After Rose returned to her seat, It was Raymond who finally spoke up again. He turned to his mother abruptly, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. “Mother… How long are you planning to stay before going back?” He expected a predictable answer — two days, maybe three. Anytime their mother
Back at the restaurant, Rose had already sent a short message to Luthor, telling him to drive back to the restaurant and pick her up. She and Nancy had already ordered their food. Rose knew Luthor well—he would still take a little while before getting there, so she was sure they would finish eating







