로그인The 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
--- After Grace stormed off, Kara and Tori immediately swarmed Sophia with concern, their voices laced with sympathy. “Don’t take whatever she says to heart, Soph,” Kara said, wrapping an arm around Sophia’s shoulder. “Grace is probably just stressed or something. It’s not your fault.” “Exactl
Later that evening, the low hum of a sleek black car rolling into the Anderson estate's driveway drew the attention of the maids bustling about the entrance. The chauffeur swiftly stepped out, pulling open the back door with practiced ease. Nicholas stepped out of the car. Tall, with sharp, define
She cast a brief, unreadable glance at William and Beatrice. Their carefully composed expressions betrayed nothing, but she could feel the tension radiating off them. Without a word, she turned towards the grand staircase, intent on returning to her room. But just as she was about to place her foo
The pool table sat in the center of the elegant game room, dimly lit by a hanging light fixture. Leo grabbed a cue and tossed one to Rose. “You know the rules, right?” he asked, chalking the tip of his cue. Rose examined the cue stick. “I’ve seen it played.” Julian scoffed from the side. “Great.







