Uptil the age of 9, Roselia had lived the life every child dreamed of, a loving father, mountains of toys and dollhouses and whatever else that she desired. But her world came crashing down when her father died all of a sudden. Then Roselia runs away from her home at the age of 12 for reasons that would haunt her forever. She gets on a train and travels to a different state which is when she is rescued by a man. Little does she know that the man, Derek Clifford, is the heir to the ‘Cliffords dynasty’, a billionaire family, known for masquerading their money source as a ‘family business’. But the biggest revelation awaits Roselia at the Clifford mansion… that the person responsible for her father’s ‘unexpected death’ might just be a very important member of the Clifford’s family. Just then, Derek leaves to go overseas. 6 years later What Roselia hadn’t expected was that her love for the man who saved her life 6 years ago might just get in the way of her exacting revenge as she stays in the Cliffords mansion in the guise of a chef. Derek Clifford had not ever dreamed that he would fall in love. Power was all he had ever desired. That is until his cold grey eyes latched onto the all-grown Roselia and his carefully-knit life comes falling apart. But deep down perhaps he had known that it wasn’t just moral obligation that had made him so fiercely protective of her back in the past. Unfortunately for Roselia, Derek has a dark side to him, a side he never wanted to reveal to her. Would she run or would she stand with him? Would Derek even let her go? Could he?
View MoreShe might not have been the one to add poison to the food but she certainly was doing a good job of acting like she did.I needed to get to the bottom of this.She needed to tell me what the fuck was going on. What worried me most was how stiff her whole body was as she anxiously looked everywhere but at me. Her gaze flew to the windows twice. She wanted to escape.“Get up”, I ordered her, keeping my voice gruff and uncaring. If, it physically hurt me to admit it - she was the one who poisoned me, it would be better to stay cautious and not lay out my heart in front of her only for her to break it apart in a million pieces.She didn’t budge, keeping her gaze down.At the end of my patience, I didn’t try to ask her again.
Derek’s POVIt wasn’t going to be easy. Hell, the last thing this was going to be was easy.Fuck! Lia, sweetie, what the fuck have you done?I kept replaying Walter’s words in my head, trying to find something, anything that could help me prove Lia’s innocence. God! None of this made any fucking sense.I rubbed at the throbbing pain in my head when Lia’s screams echoed in the back of my mind, not stopping anytime soon. I hated myself for making Walter tell her that I was dead. I hated hearing her yearn for me, her voice breaking from shock and sadness, painful denial writ in her voice.But I would be lying if I said it didn’t make my heart happy as fuck when I realized that even the possibility of my being dead and no more in this world would make her that fucking sad, like she couldn’t even ever accept it for it would be too painful. Her cries for me broke and fixed me all at the same time.I never doubted how much she cared for me. But the way she was avoiding eye contact with me at
But I would be lying if I said it didn’t make my heart happy as fuck when I realized that even the possibility of my being dead and no more in this world would make her that fucking sad, like she couldn’t even ever accept it for it would be too painful. Her cries for me broke and fixed me all at the same time.I never doubted how much she cared for me. But the way she was avoiding eye contact with me at the dinner, looking unbearably sad by my existence, annoyed even, that sent me down a spiral of unparalleled confusion. But at least now I had some clue about her weird behaviour at the banquet. It all tied into my poisoning and the attempt at my life. But how was the unanswered question.There were cameras in the cell she was being kept in, the footage of her absolute horror on hearing the news of my demise had to some extent curbed my father’s anger. And bought me some well needed time. The others were not so convinced, most of them, especially my mother, claiming that Roselia was ju
I never doubted how much she cared for me. But the way she was avoiding eye contact with me at the dinner, looking unbearably sad by my existence, annoyed even, that sent me down a spiral of unparalleled confusion. But at least now I had some clue about her weird behaviour at the banquet. It all tied into my poisoning and the attempt at my life. But how was the unanswered question.There were cameras in the cell she was being kept in, the footage of her absolute horror on hearing the news of my demise had to some extent curbed my father’s anger. And bought me some well needed time. The others were not so convinced, most of them, especially my mother, claiming that Roselia was just faking it. That she was just acting for all it was worth so that she could save herself after her escape attempt failed. But thankfully for me, I had a very strong rebuttal, ‘Could anyone of them explain why she then told them where the antidote was? If her plan was to kill me.’ That shut them up real quick
“Besides everything, that was an extremely well put-up performance in there, wasn’t it? You sounded quite convincing, Walter, you almost had me impressed”, Derek commented, knowing very well that blowing his old ‘less of an employee-more of a friend’s’ ego would play out well for him.“Was it though? Really?!”, the old man’s eye’s lit up in excitement, drinking in the praise and momentarily forgetting what the point of their conversation had initially been. Derek nodded at him, playing along.“You know, if I hadn’t been working for your father and then now working for you, I probably would have been in Hollywood. And I wouldn’t have been like a deadbeat actor with a couple of indie films under his belt. Neither would I have been one of those actors whose one movie grosses like a couple hundred million dollars and then they get catapulted into the limelight overnight, but then they get typecast for a couple of years and then they start giving all flops until they’re eventually thrown
“My apologies, Sire. I spoke out of line”, the waiter spoke, eyeing him, following his action as his young boss absentmindedly poked at the free end of the bandage on his right arm where the doctor had injected the antidote.He heaved out a heavy sigh,” I don’t want to do this, Walter. But I don’t see another way out. You know how severe the punishment for carrying out a hit on a future mafia overlord can be. Death would be the easy way out for her, according to the rest of the people. We both know that. She will be tortured endlessly, beaten and God knows what my father will have his men do to her if I don’t handle this my way. Unthinkable things, Walter, unthinkable. And you know just how ruthless he can be.” “Your actions show the opposite, sire”, Walter quietly rebutted, not wanting to get his boss cross with him but also wanting to drive his point home. “I saw her, Derek”, his voice went weak, catching the heir’s attention. “She broke. She fucking broke when I told her you were
“Please, Walter. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” It was hard to draw in air to my lungs, my mere existence becoming painful to bear.“Save your apologies for the funeral”, Walter coldly said, making my heart lurch up to my throat, almost stopping altogether.And before I knew it, he was out the door, closing it shut behind him before I could even react to his words. I made a dash for the door with the remaining energy left in me.“You’re lying, Walter. I know you’re lying. You have to be lying”, I banged my hands on the door, making them into fists and I kept banging until they turned from red to purple, hoping that he would hear me out and come back and tell me that what he said was a lie. That it was an utter lie. Derek was still alive.“He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive”, I kept chanting it in my head, my voice being reduced from ear-shattering screams to nothing more than a ghostly whisper. My throat ached as I slid down the cold door, sitting huddled against it on the floor. The si
But then Roselia runs away from her home at the age of 12 for reasons that would haunt her forever. She gets on a train and travels to a different state which is when she is rescued by a man who finds her on the streets, rifling through garbage. Little does she know that the man, Derek Clifford, is the heir to the ‘Cliffords dynasty’, a billionaire family, known for masquerading their money source as a ‘family business’. But the biggest revelation awaits Roselia at the Clifford mansion… that the person responsible for her father’s ‘unexpected death’ might just be a very important member of the Clifford’s family. Just then, Derek leaves to go overseas.6 years laterWhat Roselia hadn’t expected was that her love for the man who saved her life 6 years ago might just get in the way of her exacting revenge as she stays in the Cliffords mansion in the guise of a chef.Derek Clifford had not ever dreamed that he would fall in love. Power was all he had ever desired. That is until his cold
“If it had been anyone else in place of you, I wouldn’t even be half as hurt as I am right now”, he said,” I treated you like my own daughter, the daughter I never had.” His voice started breaking in the end. I again wanted so bad to comfort him in any way I possibly could but I simply couldn’t. “If it had been anyone except Master Derek that you’d killed, I could’ve at least given you a chance to explain yourself, tried to consider the fact that maybe you had a very good reason for doing so. Given this family’s track record, no one except Derek is completely clean. They’ve all done horrendous things, hurt people for their own gain. And maybe one of those people they’d hurt was you in some way. But killing honourable Master Derek?! There is simply nothing you can say for yourself”, Walter went on, his words laced with anger and betrayal and most of all, sadness.“K…killed?”, I stumbled over my words. “What?”“Y….you said killed. By mistake”, my mouth went dry as I struggled to get t
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