LOGINAt the Gray Mansion. The weather was pleasant. The afternoon sun shone warmly over the garden while a gentle breeze carried the fragrance of blooming flowers. Beatrice sat leisurely in her usual spot, sipping tea as she admired the scenery. Everything was peaceful until she was interrupted. "Mada
But it was more than enough to make the public believe something had happened. Sophia felt as if the ground beneath her feet had disappeared. "This..." Her lips trembled. "This isn't true." Her friends looked at one another awkwardly. No one knew what to say. The café had already exploded into c
The following morning began like any other. Sunlight spilled across the city skyline while millions of people started their day completely unaware that a storm was about to erupt. At Gray Mansion, breakfast was proceeding peacefully. William sat at the head of the table reading through several bu
Rose rested her chin against her hand as she stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past one after another. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. If anything, she found herself enjoying it. After everything that had happened recently, simply sitting beside Alex somehow felt relaxing. Ev
The next day, the atmosphere inside the private conference room remained unusually quiet. The CEO seated across from Rose had already watched the recordings twice. Yet even after the second viewing, the disbelief on his face had not faded. He slowly removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his
By the time Sophia returned home, the sun had already begun setting. The moment she stepped out of the car, she found herself smiling again. She couldn't help it. Every time she remembered what had happened in the hotel suite, her heart would race uncontrollably. For years, she had admired Henry
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
Rose entered the dining room, the quiet click of her heels echoing softly against the polished floor. She didn’t glance at anyone, didn’t pause to acknowledge the family who might already be waiting. Her eyes scanned the room and found the seat she wanted, the one farthest from the usual cluster, th
Rose observed everything with quiet attention. She did not need to intervene, she told herself. And yet, when she saw Grace’s expression—small, stiff, trying not to show the ache in her chest—she felt the tug of responsibility, the small but insistent urge to speak. “Grandmother,” Rose said softly







