Mag-log inIf Rose had been there, she would have recognized them instantly. Cobra. Byron. Fury. The same loan shark gangster she had once paid off to leave Maya alone. Cobra did stop walking until he got to where Zane was standing. “Zane,” he greeted, his tone casual. “Didn’t think you’d still be working out
The warehouse had grown quieter as the night stretched into morning. The kind of silence that pressed against your ears and made every small sound feel louder than it should. Rose, her head slightly lowered, strands of her hair falling across her face. From the outside, she looked still, but her mi
Across the city, inside the top floor of Anderson Corporation, Julian was in the middle of a meeting when his phone rang. He almost ignored it, until he saw Nicholas’s name. He frowned slightly before he picked up immediately. “What is it?” “Rose is missing.” The words were simple, but they land
The meeting point was supposed to be simple. A café just off the main street, nothing fancy, just a place the group had agreed on earlier that day. But when Leo pulled into the parking area, something immediately felt wrong. He stepped out of the car, eyes scanning the surroundings expecting t
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 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
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
Rose stepped out of the car and glanced up at the towering glass building of Ashmore Legal Groups. The structure exuded quiet dominance — marble steps leading to bronze-framed doors, mirrored windows catching sunlight like a blade. Her ginger colored hair fell neatly past her shoulders, soft curl
“Is that everything you’ll be purchasing, ma’am? I’d like to go and prepare all the necessary documents,” the salesman asked impatiently, his voice trembling slightly from both excitement and nerves. He was desperate to finalize the deal and secure his commission. “No,” Rose replied calmly, turnin







