Mag-log inRosa's POVSomething told me to make a detour to Patra’s place.Alex was away, and Evelyn and I were still not on speaking terms. She said hello when she saw me, and that was all. She stayed in her room most of the time, and I had no intention of forcing a conversation or looking like I needed company.So that evening, as I headed home, I changed my mind.Maybe I would find her with Charles Baker. Maybe I could finally get something to keep him quiet. That would be scandalous enough to keep him quiet. Investors were around the city and right now, I didn't think he could afford a scandal.“I’m not heading home yet,” I told my driver.I sent him her location and leaned back, trying to understand what I was doing.Was I trying to fix things between us?Was that what I really wanted?I let out a slow breath. The truth was, I missed Patra. And maybe I had punished her enough.That did not mean I had forgiven her. Not yet. I still needed to confront her about Charles. The same Charles she h
Rosa's POV Alex’s flight was scheduled for early that morning, and once he was gone, the mansion felt too quiet. And too empty.If Old Man Kane had been around, at least there would have been some form of entertainment, chatting with him, and making him tea. I was too restless to stay home, so I decided to go to work even though I had planned to take the day off.My mornings looked very different now.I had five personal assistants. By seven, they confirmed whether I would be coming in. And by eight, my official vehicle was waiting. My team, as I liked to call them, always stood at the entrance of the company, ready for me.It was quite a sight, watching them flank me in their sharp black and white suits, carrying themselves with polished confidence.It was fun. And it was something I had never imagined for myself.That morning, as I stepped into reception, my eyes met Patra’s. I wanted to talk to her, to give her one final chance to come clean. Maybe she knew something damaging abou
Rosa's POV Alex’s flight was scheduled for early that morning, and once he was gone, the mansion felt too quiet. And too empty.If Old Man Kane had been around, at least there would have been some form of entertainment, chatting with him, and making him tea. I was too restless to stay home, so I decided to go to work even though I had planned to take the day off.My mornings looked very different now.I had five personal assistants. By seven, they confirmed whether I would be coming in. And by eight, my official vehicle was waiting. My team, as I liked to call them, always stood at the entrance of the company, ready for me.It was quite a sight, watching them flank me in their sharp black and white suits, carrying themselves with polished confidence.It was fun. And it was something I had never imagined for myself.That morning, as I stepped into reception, my eyes met Patra’s. I wanted to talk to her, to give her one final chance to come clean. Maybe she knew something damaging abou
Rosa's POV My heart raced because I had no idea how to begin. How was I supposed to look Alex in the eyes and tell him about my past? How was I supposed to say, “Hey, I was hired by my fake husband to sabotage your company. But I didn't really hurt you because it was your father who was CEO then”?The evening was ready. I had prepared dinner myself, and tonight we were having a private meal that I was about to ruin with the truth. I only hoped Alex would not be too angry to hear me out, to understand that I had been planted in his company long before he arrived, sent there to sabotage its effort to bring Baker Tech down or steal its clients.“This looks beautiful,” Alex said from behind me.His hands settled on my shoulders before I could turn. Then I felt his lips brush against my hair. “But you look more beautiful, Rose.”I smiled at the compliment.He moved around the table and took his seat. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a smile.After dinner, I told myself.I did
Rosa's POV The smug on her face vanished. I was the one smiling now. She had thought she was somebody important.“It's not true,” she said, this time her voice quiet, no longer carrying that air of arrogance. “The gate…” she pointed. “It identified me as a Kane.”“I registered your name and ID there because I knew someday you'd come to your senses and look for me.”She shook her head again.“This could be a fabricated letter,” she said. “My mum never wrote it.”“And a DNA test? Will that be okay for you? Will a testimony from William Bush, your uncle, be enough?”She shook her head. “An uncle?”“Yes,” Alex replied. “I'll take you to him after you make that apology. But first…you owe Rosa a big apology, don't you think?”If she was wise, she would choose peace, swallow her huge pride, and do exactly what Alex asked her. “I'm sorry,” she muttered incoherently.“As loud as you were when you called her unprintable names.”Call me petty but I was dying to hear her apologize to not only m
Evelyn's POV I stayed quiet throughout the journey back home. Not because I was remorseful. I was lost in my thoughts.I had thought Joey had only contacted Patra, or that Patra had contacted him. Whichever way it was. But it turned out he was everywhere, commenting on every post dragging me online. He was telling people about my past, about where I came from, about how I was nothing before I suddenly appeared. And he was even daring to lie that he had been responsible for me before I ran away.I bit my lip, tossed my phone aside, and faced the road.Rosa sat beside me, stealing glances at me like she thought I would give her the chance to speak to me.I wouldn’t…ever.All I wanted was to get home and lock myself in my room. That wasn’t too much to ask, was it?When we arrived at the estate, I pushed the door open before the steward could get to it.“Get out of my way!” I snapped, brushing past him.I marched upstairs, eager to shut myself away from everyone and think about how to de
Rosa’s POVIt was Saturday, and like a ritual, I was on my way to Patra’s house. We had done this for as long as I could remember. But as I headed toward her apartment today, the familiar excitement of having a good time with Patra was gone. In its place was a restless knot in my chest. Too many
Rosa’s POVI couldn’t stop thinking about what Alex had told me. My mind was racing so wildly that sitting still felt impossible. Earlier, while I was asleep, he had gone to the hospital where my grandfather had been rushed when he was discovered dead. He had requested his file.“Your grandfathe
Rosa’s POVThe ride to the ranch felt hauntingly familiar, even though it had been years and the roads were no longer the same. I remember clearly how I had boarded a bus back then, clutching my small bag, and never looking back. Now, I was heading back home, my heart oddly hopeful.I found myself
Rosa’s POV“I’m Cat,” the lady was saying, a smirk dancing on her lips, when Alex rushed to my side. He didn’t say a word. He simply pulled me away, his grip firm, and led me back to our room. Once the door closed, he squeezed my hand tightly, like he was scared I might slip through his fingers.







