LOGINThey named me Rose, but they forgot one thing: every rose comes with thorns. And mine are finally sharp enough to draw blood. In my past life, I was the fool who mistook a snake for a husband and a vulture for a best friend. I let them poison my father, steal my inheritance, and lock me away in a damp basement to rot while I was six months pregnant. I died in the dark, hungry and broken, watching the two people I trusted most wear my jewels and laugh at my misery. But death gave me a gift I didn't deserve, a second chance. I woke up back in 2023, standing at my father’s funeral with the taste of betrayal still fresh on my tongue. The world thinks I am the same grieving, " soft rich girl they can drug into submission. They think I am weak. They think I am an easy target. But they are wrong. This time, I am not just defending my father’s legacy, I am burning their world to the ground. From the funeral podium to the high-stakes boardrooms, I am reclaiming my power piece by piece. But as I change my destiny, my enemies are evolving too. Richard's temper is getting more violent, and a new, psychotic player is turning my game of revenge into a bloodbath. With the mysterious and powerful Derek Hamilton watching from the shadows, I have to decide: how far am I willing to go for revenge? Can I truly win and find a happy life, or will the thorns I have grown to protect myself eventually pierce my own heart?
View MoreDerek’s POVThe private hangar smelled of jet fuel and the kind of heavy, humid heat that only precedes a storm. I stood on the asphalt, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my charcoal trousers, watching the Gulfstream G650 taxi toward the terminal. The silver Rolls Royces behind me idled like a pack of metal sharks, their exhausts puffing white plumes into the morning air.I adjusted my tie, the silk feeling like a garrote. My cold mask was locked so tight my jaw ached.The stairs lowered, and there she was. Vanessa Romanov didn’t just walk, she colonized the space around her. She was draped in a cream colored power suit that screamed of old money and new blood. Her platinum hair was pulled back into a bun so tight it looked painful, highlighting the predatory sharpness of her cheekbones.She was the daughter of the Prime Minister, the man currently clawing his way toward a governorship. The man who had used a single phone call to pull Richard out of prison once, before he met h
Rose’s POVThe morning sun hit the library windows with a brightness that felt like an insult. I stood there, clutching a cold cup of coffee, staring down at that blindingly white gravel driveway. Eight days. Eight days of being a prisoner in a house that was supposed to be mine.I touched my eyes. They were dry, gritty, and heavy. I had spent the entire night curled into a ball on the floor behind my bedroom door, listening to the silence of the hallway after Derek left. I had cried until my throat was raw and my chest felt like a hollowed-out tree. But as the sun crawled over the horizon, something shifted inside me. The well was dry. I had no more tears left to shed for Derek Hamilton.The door clicked open behind me. I didn't flinch. In this house, someone was always watching."Rose?"I turned. Michelle was standing there, her usual vibrant energy dampened. Her makeup was minimal, and her eyes were soft with a pity that made me want to scream and hug her at the same time. She walk
Derek’s POVThe wood of the door was cold against my forehead, a bitter contrast to the heat radiating from the room behind it. I stood in the darkened hallway of Rose’s mansion, my eyes closed, my hand hovering inches from the handle. I didn't turn it. I couldn't.On the other side, the sound of her sobbing was a jagged blade, flaying me open inch by inch. Every hiccup, every muffled gasp into her pillow, felt like a physical blow to my chest. I wanted to kick the door down. I wanted to gather her into my arms and tell her the whole truth. I wanted to tell her that I loved her so much it felt like my ribs were cracking under the weight of it.But if I opened that door, I was signing her death warrant.“Stop giving me hope,” she had screamed at me. “Leave me alone!”I stood there for what felt like hours, a ghost in a tailored suit, listening to the woman I would die for break into a thousand pieces because of me. I had to let her hate me. If she hated me, she might stay away. If she
Rose’s POVThe silence in the mansion didn't feel like peace anymore. It felt like a held breath.It had been seven days since the gravel in the driveway had been stained red, and seven days since I had not stepped a single foot past the iron gates.Everywhere I looked, there were eyes. New cameras hummed with a low, electronic buzz in the corners of the ceiling, and Derek’s team stood in the hallways like suit clad statues. They didn't blink. They didn't speak. They just watched.I stood at the floor to ceiling window in the library, my forehead pressed against the cool glass. Outside, the driveway looked pristine. Derek had ordered the blood soaked gravel replaced within hours of the shooting. Now, it was a blinding, perfect white. But every time I closed my eyes, I could still see the dark, jagged spread of Marcus’s blood blooming across the stones.I felt like a ghost haunting my own life. I was safe, supposedly. But looking at the perimeter fence topped with razor wire, I realize
Derek's POV"Derek, stop! You are going to kill him, let him talk!"A woman slid into the room, her sneakers squeaking against the floorboard. She looked tacky, wearing an oversized hoodie with a fading NASA logo and thick dorky glasses pushed up into her messy ponytail.Michelle.Of course, that w
Rose's POV "How did you get that?" My voice was a ghost of a whisper, my eyes glued to the massive LED screen in Derek's living room.On the screen, the news was playing a looped video that had set the entire country on fire within one day. It was Richard and Katherine. They weren't just talking,
Derek's POV "If this video isn't off every social media platform in ten minutes, I will hold every single one of you accountable," I roared into my phone, slamming my hand down on my mahogany table.I sat in the center of my glass walled office, the view of city lights doing nothing to soften the
Rose's POV"I will do a checkup after shopping, Ric. Don't worry," I said, my voice flat, practiced calm.Richard's face suddenly brightened. His tears all dried up from his eyes, he smiled that sweet sickening bright smile. "That's my baby girl. I will be waiting for the good news."I didn't look






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