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
Inside the study, Donna Gray sat behind a grand mahogany desk, listening intently as her P.A., David Norton, read from a tablet. His tone was formal, efficient. Her posture was impeccable, her aura commanding. Even in her sixties, Donna’s sharp gaze could make anyone tremble. “…and Mr. Adrian Gr
The first light of dawn crept through the lace curtains, painting soft gold across the room. A faint knocking stirred Rose from her sleep. She groaned, burying her face into the pillow, wishing she could stay wrapped in the warm sheets just a little longer. But the knocking persisted—gentle, rhythmi
Suddenly, he launched into a full lecture—scolding her about being careful, warning her to avoid trouble, telling her not to involve herself in things she couldn’t handle, and stressing that she needed to think before acting. Rose just stared at him, eyes wide. Alexander King. Cold, silent, em
Slowly, Donna turned to William — the eldest, the heir, the one who bore the heaviest burden. Her eyes were icy. “William.” He swallowed. “Yes, Mother.” “How,” she asked quietly, “have you been running the family company?” William’s heart dropped. Donna’s words were soft, but they struck like l







