LOGINIt took Rose an one hour to bathe and dress up. She smiled, feeling more refreshed and alive than she had in days, ready to continue her task. She grabbed her phone off the bed and dialed Steve’s number. “Hi, sis!” His cheery voice sounded from the other end. He picked up on the first ring. “Steve, remember the thing you said about codes?” “Codes?” She groaned, rubbing on her forehead, sometimes her brother was too slow to catch on. “Yes. The names I brought for you to check out”. “Ohhhh right!” Steve echoed. “Have you found out what they mean?” He asked, curious. Not yet, but soon. “How did you say I could decode it again?” She asked. The line went silent for a while. “Steve?” “I’m with you sis”, he said quickly. “The numbers are binary, and the letters, Morso code”. Rose nodded. “Binary and morso code”, she muttered under her breath. “Want me to help?” Steve offered. “You can send it now and I’ll get it done before you know it”, “No”, she cut in
MEANWHILE Crash! A vase slammed into the wall, leaving a dent. Rose cheat heaved, running her hands through her hair as a scream tore from her lips. This can’t be happening. Four years. She dedicated four years of her life to this family and the company, and wat did the old man do? He handed everything that was rightfully hers to a stranger. And no one questioned him, not even Nathaniel. Impossible. She took out her phone from her bag, furiously dialing a number and putting it to her ear. “Yes, Ma?” the person answered on the first ring. Stacy, I want you to find out who he transferred Kate shares too”. “Ma… that won’t be easy”, Stacy hesitated. “That information is_” “I don’t care!” Rose barked. “Since you’re proving to be so useless, send the information of all the anonymous shareholders. I’ll find out myself”. With that she ended the call abruptly and flung her phone onto the bed. I will find whoever that person is and take back what’s mine. FastT
“Rose dear, you need to come out and eat “, Tiffany coaxed gently against the door. “I said leave me alone!” A voice screamed back. A loud crash followed, causing Tiffany to flinch. “Leave me!” Another crash hit the door. Tiffany took a few steps back, a heartbroken look on her face. She stared at the door one last time before walking away to her room. Nathaniel was already there, sitting at the edge of the bed with a file in hand. She stormed in, planting her hand on her hips. “She’s not doing fine, Nath”. “Oh I see”, Nathaniel replied, flatly. His gaze still fixed on the paper. She gasped, throwing her arms in the air. “Don’t you care?” “Yes, I care”, he shot back, finally looking up. “She made us look like fools at that wedding”. “It wasn’t her fault Charkes left her at the altar!" “But he did, didn’t he?” He snapped. “And it’s because of her. For the first time in my life. I experienced a groom leave his bride at the altar”. Tiffany opened her mouth to de
He reached her hand, this time gripping them tighter. “Listen to me, Kate. Charles loves you…”. “Then why did he get married to Rose?” She cut in, eyes locking with his in despair. “Why would he do that if he loves me?” Vincent’s expression hardened slightly. “Did you see them together? Did you see the wedding happen”. “No”, she admired, her voice small. “But the woman said…” “Until we see it for ourselves, let’s not jump into conclusion. Alright?” She nodded, chewing on her lower lips to hold back more tears. “Vincy..”, she called softly, after she had calmed down a bit. “Yes, cherie?” He replied gently. “What if they really got married…. and Charles forgets his love for me?” He wrapped her hands in his, reassuring. “Whatever is meant for you will always come back to you no matter what. No one can take it away”. “Really?” She sniffled, desperate for something- anything - to hold onto that Charles would come back to her. Vincent was about to respond, but before h
Panic flickered across her face. The glass she was holding slipped from her hand, shattering on the tiles with a loud crash, breaking their eye contact. She wasn’t hallucinating. He really had called her Kate. “So, it is true”, Vincent sighed, licking his lower lips. His voice full of pain and maybe rage. Kate couldn’t tell for sure . But the disappointment on his face, was evident. “Charles might’ve been wrong to go behind your back to figure out the truth…” he said, his voice rising slightly, “…. but you’re just as wrong here for keeping all of us in the dark, Kate”. Kate flinched at the way he said her name. “We mourned you”, Vincent continued, running a hand down his face. “Prayed for your dead soul”, he chuckled bitterly. “Fuck! You were at your very own Remembrance Ceremony, Kate”. She stared down at her feet, unable to hold his gaze anymore. “Kate is dead”, she whispered. “She died in that car crash”. Vincent took long strides towards her, causing her to inst
MEANWHILE Rose stood in front of her closet, admiring the white dress hanging neatly. It was finally happening. Tomorrow. She would be Mrs Donovan not Taylor, not anyone else’s, hers. She chuckled, for once she had listened to Noel's advice and not plotted anything like she had intended and some crazy miracle happened. He had to be her good luck charm. The company was hers and soon she was going to be the mistress of the most influential family in the city.Everything was going better than she’d imagined. She swirled around in her room. A loud ringing cut through her happy moment. A mood turned sour immediately. She grabbed her phone from the bed, glaring at the caller ID. Stacy. It better be important. She snatched the phone. “What?” She snapped. “I know you told me not to call you at night unless it was urgent ..”, Stacy stammered. “Exactly”, Rose hissed. “Couldn’t whatever you wanted to say wait till tomorrow..” “It couldn’t… Ma”, Rosé brows furrowed at







