로그인Sebastian realised that Rosie hadn't taken his compliment seriously.That, more than anything, made him want to prove it to her.He meant every word.To Sebastian, Rosie genuinely was the most beautiful woman in the world. He had met countless women throughout his life, women who were younger, wealthier and perhaps considered more conventionally beautiful.None of them had ever come close to Rosie.Not once.Even after ten years, even now that she was thirty-five, she still occupied that singular place in his heart.And that settled it.He was in love with her.Or at least, he believed he was.Then Shania's words came back to him.“I think your ‘Big Sis Rosie’ is a groomer who manipulated you into falling in love with her when you were a child. That's why you're hopelessly in love with her now. Everything is part of her manipulation tactic because she's a paedophile.”Sebastian's jaw tightened.He hated the way Shania had judged Rosie without knowing her. How dare she reduce the woman
Sebastian drove straight to his apartment and hurried up to the penthouse on the top floor. He felt restless, almost desperate to see Big Sis Rosie again. He needed to know whether Shania's words had planted a genuine doubt in his mind—or whether his feelings for Rosie were exactly what he'd always believed them to be.He unlocked the door with his fingerprint and pushed it open.“Rosie!”His voice echoed through the now spotless but strangely empty penthouse.Sebastian checked the time.Half past ten.“Damn…” he muttered. “Has she gone to bed already? It’s not even that late.”He walked into the kitchen, only to find the dining table empty.Of course there was no dinner waiting.He was the one who had told Rosie he would eat out, so she had no reason to prepare anything for him.And yet, somehow, he still felt rather put out by it.The absence of Rosie—and the absence of her dinner—had managed to sour his mood completely.Usually, he would come home to find her sitting on the sofa, w
Sebastian was still seething. He knew that if he stayed much longer, he would end up destroying everything in the room."I'm leaving. I don't want to stay here much longer, or I might actually snap your neck, you bitch!" he snarled.He strode towards the door.Shania remained seated, watching him in silence. Then, just before he could leave, she spoke."We're not finished with the session, Mr Sebastian Edward Sterling."Sebastian stopped dead.Slowly, he looked over his shoulder.His eyes burned with such fury that, for a fleeting moment, Shania could have sworn he was genuinely considering turning around and attacking her."Are you fucking mad?" Sebastian sneered. "You seriously expect me to carry on with this rubbish? I came here for help, and what I got was a condescending bitch who can't even conduct herself professionally.""Fine. You can end today's session." Shania's voice remained remarkably calm. "But think about what I've said when you get home."Sebastian's jaw tightened."
Rosie read Sebastian's message again before a quiet giggle escaped her.“He must be meeting that woman again,” she murmured. “Goodness, he sounds like a teenage boy trying to impress his first love.”Izzie sat nearby, watching her mother with puzzled curiosity.“Mommy, did you see something funny?”“Ah—no, darling.” Rosie quickly tucked her phone away. “I was just happy for your Uncle Sebastian.”“Happy?”“Mm-hm. He’s looking for an aunt.”“Aunt?”Izzie’s eyes widened.The colour seemed to drain from her face.She shook her head vigorously.“Mommy, don’t let Uncle get an aunt! Aunts are bad! They’re horrible!”Rosie’s smile vanished.She hurried over to her daughter and pulled her into a warm embrace.“It’s all right, darling. It’s all right.”She’d forgotten.Izzie hadn’t merely disliked the women in the Sterling family. She was frightened of them.One of Rosie’s aunts had once been involved in her kidnapping, and the other women at Sterling family gatherings had hardly made matters
Desiree helped Rosie through the door, holding it open so she could carry the tray of food into Sebastian’s office.When Rosie stepped inside, she found Sebastian completely absorbed in his phone. He hadn't even noticed her arrival. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he typed, making him look less like the intimidating businessman everyone knew and more like a teenage boy secretly messaging his crush.Rosie paused.Ah, so this must be the woman from last night.She couldn't help feeling quietly pleased for him.She certainly has a sharp tongue, but if she's his type, then I suppose I ought to support him somehow.She decided not to ask any questions.She didn't want Sebastian accusing her of being nosy again.Perhaps this is finally the person who can take the place of the woman he's always carried in his heart.Rosie genuinely wanted that for him.There was no point clinging to the past forever. Perhaps the woman Sebastian had once loved had moved on with her life by now.Rosie had
Sebastian remained fixed on the computer screen.His hands curled into fists as he fought the urge to put them through something—preferably the person responsible.After the security guards finally separated Rosie and the woman, the footage continued.The four boys immediately ran behind Rosie.They clung to her, peering nervously at their mother from behind her back.Sebastian's brow furrowed.That wasn't normal.Children might hide behind an adult during an argument, but the way those boys recoiled from their own mother was deeply unsettling.Rosie seemed to notice it too.Rather than leave them there, she gently encouraged the boys to return to their mother.Only after she was certain they were safe did Rosie walk away.The footage ended.The screen faded to black.Sebastian stared at his own reflection.His normally immaculate hair had fallen into disarray, and the veins at his temples stood out against his skin.He looked furious.And, somehow, he'd managed not to put his fist thr
Rosie reacted at once, catching hold of her daughter’s arm and gently but firmly pulling her aside.“I’m so sorry, Sebastian,” she said quickly. “P–Please don’t be upset with Izzie. She’s only a child, I—”“Tch. It’s fine,” he cut in, dismissive. “Just make me the same smoothie. And from now on, yo
Rosie scarcely realised she had begun to run until the corridor stretched before her like something endless, her heels striking sharply against the marble as though urging her forward. Tears blurred her vision, spilling freely now, unchecked and unwelcome.This family… they’re all monsters.The tho
Her fingers trembled as she dialled his number.He picked up almost immediately.“Yes?”“Where is my daughter?” Rosie demanded.A soft chuckle. “You mean our daughter?”Her jaw tightened. “Don’t play games with me, Charles.”“She’s fine,” he said casually. “We’re at the toy store. She’s picking wha
Rosie sat at the dining table, the candlelight flickering softly against untouched plates. The roasted chicken—Isabella’s favourite—had long since gone cold.She glanced at the clock.Nine o’clock.Charles Sterling was not home.He had promised. He had promised their daughter he would return before







