تسجيل الدخولRose sat in the garden reading a book. The afternoon sunlight filtered gently through the trees. Everything felt peaceful. Bang! The garden gate swung open violently. Rose slowly looked up and saw Sophia marching toward her angrily. Her face was red with rage. "You!" Rose blinked. Then calmly pl
Donna gritted her teeth. "You deserve a beating!" David could no longer hold back. "Pfft!" The sound escaped his lips. Donna immediately glared at him. David quickly lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Madam.” He apologized but his shoulders were shaking. It had been a long time since he'd seen Donn
The engagement news spread through the city faster than anyone expected. At first, people were skeptical. After all, the scandal involving Sophia and Henry had exploded overnight and attracted endless gossip. But once the Gray family officially announced the engagement and the Walker family pub
Less than an hour later. A black car slowly stopped outside Gray Mansion. Sophia had already been waiting by the entrance. The moment Henry stepped out of the car, her eyes immediately reddened. She walked toward him angrily. "You finally remembered me?" Henry paused. Sophia crossed her arms
The next morning, the atmosphere inside the Walker Family mansion was unusually peaceful. Sunlight streamed through the windows of the study. Nathan Walker sat behind his desk, a satisfied smile on his face as he placed his phone down. His conversation with William Gray had just ended. The Gray
Donna did not waste time. The moment she stepped out of the study, she ordered David to gather everyone in the main hall. Within half an hour, the entire Gray family had assembled. The atmosphere was far heavier than before. Beatrice looked particularly uneasy. Donna hadn't told her much ear
Rose entered the dining room, the quiet click of her heels echoing softly against the polished floor. She didn’t glance at anyone, didn’t pause to acknowledge the family who might already be waiting. Her eyes scanned the room and found the seat she wanted, the one farthest from the usual cluster, th
Rose observed everything with quiet attention. She did not need to intervene, she told herself. And yet, when she saw Grace’s expression—small, stiff, trying not to show the ache in her chest—she felt the tug of responsibility, the small but insistent urge to speak. “Grandmother,” Rose said softly
Rose stepped out of the car and glanced up at the towering glass building of Ashmore Legal Groups. The structure exuded quiet dominance — marble steps leading to bronze-framed doors, mirrored windows catching sunlight like a blade. Her ginger colored hair fell neatly past her shoulders, soft curl
“Is that everything you’ll be purchasing, ma’am? I’d like to go and prepare all the necessary documents,” the salesman asked impatiently, his voice trembling slightly from both excitement and nerves. He was desperate to finalize the deal and secure his commission. “No,” Rose replied calmly, turnin







