Roseline Palmer: Roseline Palmer is a determined and ambitious young woman with expressive hazel eyes. Her long and graceful Chestnut hair, adding to her approachable charm. Standing at an average height of 5"8, she exudes confidence and resilience. She normally dresses like a smart secretary during work and casual baggy clothing in her private hours. She loves fruits and dislikes excessive wastage of good food, she's the submissive type and extremely daring when angered.Roseline's POVRaindrops traced delicate patterns down the office windows, and the city lay beneath a blanket of gray clouds. At my desk, I tapped away on the keyboard, surrounded by papers and files in disarray. The ringing of my office phone persisted, a distraction I attempted to shrug off. Overwhelmed and weary, I pressed on. There was no other path to tread, not when it came to caring for my brother and myself; the world showed little compassion to orphans.Then, the office door swung open, revealing Mr. Grayson
The lights of JFK Airport cast a warm glow as I stepped off the plane. My heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. New York, this was where dreams were born, where aspirations were realized. But for me, this trip held a different significance. It was a fleeting escape from a life that was anything but dreamlike.As I collected my luggage, a shiver of trepidation ran down my spine. Mr. Grayson, my boss, stood a few paces away. His smug grin was enough to unsettle me. Our professional relationship had always been strained, his advances unwelcome and persistent."Roseline," he greeted with a falsely charming smile. "Isn't this an adventure?"I forced a polite nod, my grip on the handle of my suitcase tightening. "Yes, Mr. Grayson. A necessary business trip.""Indeed," he purred, his gaze making me uncomfortable. "You know, to cut costs, we could share a room. The company only covered the costs for the traveling expenses, but we're left to ourselves for accommodation. Surel
Lucas Blackwood: Standing at 6"5 feet with short dark wavy hair, his build possessing athletic chiseled features and deep dark eyes, he exudes a commanding presence that demands attention. As the heir to a powerful empire, Lucas has been groomed to uphold the family's legacy and adhere to their expectations. He normally dresses in a tailored Dark suit expressing his apparent dominant nature. He's inseperable with a good cup of coffee as he is with charm and sweet talking. Whispers of an Enchanted NightAmid the twinkling stars of that enchanted night, a luxurious gathering unveiled itself before me. A world of elegance and sophistication where laughter danced and conversations hummed in a harmonious blend. I walked around aimlessly, gazing at the overly expensive food and wine served around by waitresses and waiters."What sort of cheap wine is this? Even though I told you to provide the best wine I can only experience in New York, what sort of an insult are you trying to ensue?" On
As the party concluded and the evening sky cast its gentle darkness, I found myself standing alone under the bus stop's feeble shelter. Raindrops danced on the pavement, and my thoughts were caught in the storm of uncertainty. The idea of my next step was as blurry as the reflections on the wet road. My breath created small puffs of steam as I contemplated my limited options.Amidst my contemplation, the serene sound of a motor engine purred nearby. I looked up to witness a luxurious Rolls Royce pulling up gracefully, its headlights cutting through the rain. My heart quickened as the car parked right in front of me, and the window smoothly slid down, revealing the face that had become so familiar over the course of the night — Lucas."Hey there," he greeted, his voice a gentle rumble amidst the rain. "It seems fate won't let you escape me tonight." He smiled with a warmth that seemed almost disarming.I felt a blend of emotions surge within me — surprise, curiosity, and a strange sens
The distant but sufficiently audible chirping of the blue jay birds filled by ears as I listened gleefully whilst fixing my gaze out the window of the room and on to the beautiful cherry blossom trees. I let out subtle groans as I alighted from my unusually soft bed and walked towards the mirror to arrange my hair.“Hmm? Mirror? Why is there a mirror here?” I pondered out loud in utter confusion as to why even the scenery of my room looked different, and then it happened. My eyes widened in realization of the fact that I had currently slept, for the first time in my entire life, in a man’s house. Terror overwhelmed my entire body, as my brain suddenly began to organise my thoughts from the previous night.I arrived at the house at about 10pm last night, We both enjoyed the large dinner prepared by his servants, he offered me a room to stay in and we both shared a few drinks complaining about our work experiences in the company before I collapsed at the table, bringing us to the presen
Isabella Sean: Standing at about 5"9 feet with long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes, she exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication. Isabella is the lady betrothed to Lucas Blackwood due to familial arrangements. Unlike Lucas, she wholeheartedly fell for Lucas and loves him very much and as such is enraged at Roseline's sudden entrance into the Frey. She makes several attempts to erase and send Roseline out of the picture through sending spies like Kyle and using Lillian's connections, genuinely praying for Lucas to one day see her in a loving light. We kept talking about our experiences in the company till the time hit 5pm in the evening. I learnt a few things about him during our talk, for one he didn’t want to tell me his position in the company. I pestered him for a while but he insisted on not saying due to ‘circumstances’. He was probably some sort of high ranked official considering the extent of his wealth, in fact, he may be in cahoots with the owner. And again, he w
The angle of both her hands tilted ever so slightly causing her simultaneous attacks to both miss. Little locks of black and brown hair fell slowly to the ground and on impact was coincided with Lucy sheathing her katana.I was beyond amazed. So amazed that I momentarily forgot the situation that was the catalyst for this entire spectacle.“I knew you’d come miss Lucy, thanks for your constant help with all my troubles.” I caught a peek of Lucas with the corner of my eyes thanking Lucy with an overly exasperated look. Lucy however, responded with only a nod of her head and steadily strut over to my position, causing the petrified Anna to squeak and jolt away in terror.“Are you hurt Rose? The force from her pistol didn’t bruise your head right?” Lucy asked with somewhat a look of concern on her face. Her expressions looked as usual as ever, but the concern was ever so present in her voice. And did I forget to mention that her slightly less intimidating glare made my heart skip a beat.
Narrator’s POVBefore his hand could even get centimetres near her face, Rose thrust her fist forward and delivered a punch packed with so much force that the impact sends him flying back into a shocked Stella and ultimately lands both on the ground.“Are you crazy?! Do you have any idea of what you just did?! You’re dead meat!!” A flared up Grayson screamed as he struggled to find his footing, holding on to the chair next to him. With bloodshot furious eyes, he lifted his gaze to meet Rose’s but on contact, a sudden chill washed over his entire body.…“Jacob, come here would you, you don’t want Miss Filo to get mad do you?” A red haired male figure said while throwing his arm across the neck of Rose’s little brother Jacob. They were thinking of ways to coarse the professor into collecting their assignments which were supposed to be due the previous day.“I don’t really care if she gets mad, its not like I’m scared or anything. I’m just trying to think of the right words to use for h