LOGINThe following afternoon, Rose made an unexpected visit to Nicholas's company, marking the first time she had ever come to see him at his Dynamite Corporation. The receptionist had barely finished informing Nicholas's assistant that a young woman was asking to see him before the message reached his
Rose stopped. She hated that his words were already stirring the questions she had spent the past few days trying to ignore. Her feelings for Alex were enough to make her trust him, and she knew she shouldn't allow the words of a stranger to make her doubt him. Yet she couldn't shake the strange f
Two days later, Rose found herself accompanying Frank to a place she had never heard him mention before. The club stood behind an imposing set of iron gates on the quieter side of the city, far from the crowded streets and ordinary social clubs. It was an exclusive establishment founded decades ag
Over the following days, she remained at King Mansion while she recovered. She worked from her room, attended meetings virtually with Nancy and complained whenever Alex reminded her to rest. Yet during those quiet days, Rose's mind still kept wandering back to the attack that had caused her. Ale
Rose understood his concern. She wasn't asking him to ignore the risk. She simply believed Amelia deserved the opportunity. “I understand,” she said calmly. “But if she makes a mistake, I'll take full responsibility.” Chris raised an eyebrow. “That doesn't change the fact that the mistake would sti
To her surprise, Chris was already waiting outside. The moment he saw Rose getting out of the car, he walked toward her. “I heard about your injury,” he said, his gaze briefly falling to her injured knee. “Let me help you.” “You didn't have to come down yourself, brother Chris.” Rose said with a s
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
The drive home was peaceful, the soft hum of the engine filling the car as Rose leaned back in her seat, one hand on the steering wheel. The city lights passed by in streaks, fading into the quiet stretch of the road that led toward her mansion. Dinner with Nancy had been unexpectedly refreshing,







