Rosalie Maxwell is the breadwinner of her ungrateful family. She does everything she can for them, pays medical bills, electricity and tends to all their needs even though they've never appreciated her. The only reason she looks forward to the daily visits to her parents house is because of her grandmother, the woman who did a better job at raising her and her brother than their own mother. Taking care of her family, taking their constant ungrateful treatments, and the insults has become a normal routine for Rosalie. But one day her whole life is up in shambles when her beloved grandmother goes missing. When Rosalie finds out that her, Grandma Mary has Alzheimer's which makes Rosalie all the more scared about what may happen to her. She has nowhere to run to. So, she goes to the only person she thinks can help her. Her boss, and the man that seems to inherit space in all of her wet dreams, Nicholas Sinclair. Philanthropist, Most handsome man three times in a row on the cover of Rayview Magazine. Rosalie is ready to do anything if it means getting her grandmother back. She'll take on extra hours, whatever it takes! But what happens when Mr Sinclair wants something far different from extra hours at work? What will she do when her boss tells her what he wants? He wants, Rosie.
View MoreRosalie I stood before Grams' grave, the fresh flowers in my hand a poor substitute for her warm embrace. As I knelt down, the cool marble beneath my fingers sent a shiver through me. I had come here seeking solace, a place where I could pour out my heart without judgment.The tears streamed down my face as I began to speak, my voice trembling with emotion. "Hi, Grams. It's me, Rosalie." I paused, taking a shaky breath. "I... I don't know what to do. My life has fallen apart, and I feel so lost without you." I go on a rant and I told her everything—about Nicholas and Natalia, about the world turning against me, branding me a homewrecker. "I thought Nicholas loved me, Grams. But he's gone back to his wife. I'm trying to move on, but it's so hard. It's going to take time, but I'm almost over him."I knew deep down that I could never be fully over Nicholas. He had left an indelible mark on my heart, one that would never fully heal. "I miss you so much, Grams. I need you. But I kno
Nicholas The gala finally came to an end, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was grateful to finally quit acting and go home. The night had been a charade, a performance I had to put on for the sake of appearances. I had no idea how my life had spiraled to this extent. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by the knowledge of what I had missed—Rosalie's grandmother's burial. I had to miss it because Natalia had threatened to send that forged document to every person on the company's board of directors. She left me no choice. But, I was relieved because this fake act would soon come to an end. Before we left, Christopher Harper had approached our table. His expression was serious, and I knew he had managed to execute the plan we had set in motion. I felt a flicker of hope as he leaned in closer. “Everything went smoothly?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.He nodded, a slight smile breaking through his serious demeanor. “I managed to bug Natalia’s phone while you
Rosalie The past few days had been a blur of grief and preparations. After the hospital prepared Grams' body, Anna and Ares stepped in to help with everything needed for the burial ceremony. Their support was invaluable, but even with their help, the weight of my loss felt suffocating.I didn’t know many people, so I decided on a small gathering at the cemetery with just a pastor to officiate the service. I remembered Grams saying she wanted to be buried immediately, not wanting her body to linger in the morgue. At the time I had laughed it off and told her not too worry, because she's not dying soon.And now she's gone.I was determined to fulfill her wish, even if it meant facing the pain of saying goodbye sooner than I was ready for.As I prepared for the funeral, I pulled out the black dress Grams had given me long ago. It was a beautiful piece, and I loved how it made me feel. I slipped it on, admiring the way it hugged my figure, and for a brief moment, I felt a flicker o
Third PovChristopher Harper sat at his desk, the glow of multiple screens illuminating the dimly lit room. As the head of security for the Sinclair family, he was used to dealing with crises, but the text that just pinged on his phone sent a jolt of worry through him. The message was from Nicholas, the only person he owed a favor to, and it was sent from a different number.His instincts kicked in. “This can’t be good,” he muttered, connecting the dots and realizing that Nicholas's phone must be bugged. He quickly typed a response.Christopher: Meet me at The Trident.He hit send and gathered what he needed, ensuring he was prepared for anything. The Trident was a discreet location, away from prying eyes, and he knew it would provide the privacy they needed to discuss whatever was troubling Nicholas. An hour later, Nicholas walked in, looking worn and tense. They exchanged pleasantries, but Christopher could see the shadows under Nicholas’s eyes.“I got your message,” Christ
Nicholas I sat at my desk, buried under a mountain of paperwork, trying to focus on the tasks at hand.The office was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy and oppressive. I had been avoiding distractions, but the guilt gnawed at me like a persistent itch I couldn't scratch. My mind kept drifting back to Rosalie, and the way she had sounded on the phone those few times we spoke. Each call ended with me trying to push her away and constantly apologising and her voice laced with sadness, I felt like I was losing her all over again. And I couldn't do anything about it this time. Atleast not until I get rid of Natalia.Just as I was about to bury myself deeper in work, the door to my office burst open. Ares stormed in, his expression a mix of anger and concern. “What the hell is wrong with you, Nick?” he demanded, his voice echoing off the walls.I blinked, taken aback by his sudden outburst. “What the hell is wrong with me? You're the one barging into my office and asking me
RosalieIt had been two weeks since the articles about me exploded across every media outlet, and I felt like I was living in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. The first few days had been a whirlwind of emotions—anger, confusion, and a heavy sense of betrayal. Nicholas had called me twice, both times filled with alot of apologies rather than genuine conversation. I understood he must feel terrible about everything that had happened, but I craved more than just his remorse. I wanted to talk to him, to distract myself from the chaos swirling around me. I needed to be sure that I wasn't the only one hanging on to what he have once this phase was over. Because that's what it was... a phase. But each time he sounded more detached, as if he were speaking through a fog.The last time we spoke, he had given me a rushed excuse about being busy and ended the call abruptly. I had tried calling him numerous times after that, but he never answered. It felt like he was slipping away fr
Nicholas Natalia Anderson is insane. I thought she was just desperate and angry at first, but as it turns out, she might actually be mentally unstable."What the bloody hell do you want, Natalia?" I ask. I was sick and tired of her games. Maybe giving in to her demands would work and cause her to back off.She moves closer to me, "I've told you, baby. I want you back." She whispers sultrily. I grit my teeth and look away, my heart aching despite the anger I feel. “You’re—” loud buzzing outside steals my attention, and I look out the window to find a helicopter with The Todays Herald’s branding on it hovering over our property.Alarms start to sound around the house, and the curtains start to close automatically as two of our guards rush into the room. “Mr and Mrs. Windsor, there has been a security breach. We're working on it, sir.” he quickly reassures before I have the chance to say anything.One of our guards, Ben, hands me a tablet. My heart sinks when I see the photo that ac
Rosalie After Nicholas left this morning to confront Natalia and put an end to her charade, I made a promise to myself, nothing was going to ruin my mood today. We were back together, and our love felt renewed, like a fresh coat of paint on a weathered fence. Admittedly, my trust in him was still a work in progress, a fragile thing that needed careful handling. And guaranteed given how we started. But deep down, I believed we could make it work. I believed he wanted to be better. With that thought buoying my spirits, I walked into the hospital, determined to make the best of my day.As I entered, the sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils, a familiar scent that had become almost comforting over the past few weeks. I spotted a nurse just leaving my grandmother's room. She glanced at me with a warm smile. “Hi there, Rosalie. Your grandmother just ate and took her medication, and is preparing to go back to sleep. She’s doing well today.”My heart swelled with relief. “T
NicholasI was seething with anger as I drove home, my mind racing with the conversation I had just had with Rosalie, which was caused by the annoucement that Natalia made on live Television I had explained to her that Natalia wasn’t pregnant; she was lying to get my attention. Even if she were, it wouldn’t matter because I hadn’t been with her since Rosalie and I started seeing each other.“Rosalie, you have to believe me,” I had said, my voice firm yet pleading. “Natalia is just trying to manipulate you. She’s not pregnant. She’s lying.”Rosalie looked at me, her eyes filled with doubt. “But what if she is? What if you’re just saying that to make me feel better?” she said, doubt seeping from her toneI shook my head, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You have to believe me. haven’t touched her since we got together. You know that. I wouldn’t jeopardize what we have for her. She’s just trying to play games.”“But why is she doing this?” Rosalie pressed, her voice trembling.“R
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