INICIAR SESIÓNRose 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
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
The moment Rose stepped back into the Gray mansion, she could feel the shift in atmosphere. The heavy silence was unnatural, almost staged, like a trap waiting to be sprung. She didn’t have to search long to see why. On one of the sofas sat Beatrice, her arms crossed, her eyes sharp with suspicion
In her past life, she’d seen her grandmother only twice—once before her marriage to Henry, and again at her grandmother’s seventieth birthday party. The matriarch had always been a distant figure, yet her father trembled under her shadow. Rose watched William carefully; his uneasiness spoke louder t
" No, no, no, not at all. I don't have any issues with this place. It's also good enough for me but I just wanted to be sure you are pleased with it and not trying to be modest about your choice." Rose said while shaking his head constantly as he spoke. "Thank you, Rose. I am pleased by your court
“I came here today to have all my funds withdrawn from the bank. That’s why I need to meet her—she’s my account manager,” Rose revealed to Clara, her tone firm and her expression unreadable. However, it was all an act—an intentional display to fool Clara into believing she meant every word she sai







