Mag-log inAfter hearing his explanation, Beatrice calmed down for a moment. " But that doesn't change anything. I know you are now seeing your eldest daughter as an asset, William." She finally replied. “No, you're been mistaken, Beatrice. Rose is indeed an asset to me because of the fortune we are going to
Beatrice spent the entire next day in a terrible mood. No matter where she went inside the mansion, Rose’s name followed her like an invisible shadow. While passing through the main hallway earlier that morning, she overheard two servants whispering softly near the staircase. “Young Miss Rose is
Back at the Gray Mansion. The atmosphere inside Beatrice’s private sitting room was suffocatingly tense. The moment the doors closed behind them, Victor violently loosened the tie around his neck before throwing himself onto the sofa with an ugly expression on his face. “This is ridiculous.” His v
Rose 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
Meanwhile, at the Gray corporation. The atmosphere inside the Gray Corporation offices was suffocating. William sat behind his massive mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, eyes fixed on the endless stack of files before him. His pen scratched across paper after paper, the sound sharp in
At the mention of her mother, Rose’s eyes went cold. Her grip around the cup tightened until knuckles blanched; she forced herself not to fling it at him. Her gaze never left Victor, and for a heartbeat her thoughts ran dark and precise — a dozen ruthless ways to make him pay. If looks could kill, V
Rose stood silently, her arms relaxed at her sides, watching with a detached calm as her stepsister floundered. She didn’t lift a finger to defend herself, nor did she try to stop Sophia from talking. Why should she? Sophia was digging her own grave. Sophia’s words grew more desperate, her voice s
"So you're saying that I'm the first buyer of that mansion in thirty years?" Rose mumbled in astonishment, staring blankly at Nancy. Honestly, she knew Nancy told her that she is the first buyer but she actually thought she was the first buyer in ten years she didn't expect it would have been thirty







