LOGINSebastian pulled his car to a stop outside the restaurant.A pair of hosts stepped forward at once, opening the doors for both of them before offering respectful nods.Sebastian handed one of them his keys."I’ve a reservation for dinner.""Of course, Mr Edward Sterling. Everything has been prepared for your arrival."One of the hosts led Sebastian and Shania through the restaurant towards a secluded table reserved exclusively for VIP guests.As one of the restaurant’s investors—and a close friend of the owner—Sebastian was accustomed to preferential treatment whenever he dined there.Unfortunately...The moment they reached their table, Sebastian knew something was wrong.Their seats were tucked away on a private balcony overlooking an illuminated fountain and an immaculately landscaped garden.Soft lights shimmered across the water.Candles flickered gently between fresh flowers.The entire setting radiated effortless romance.Sebastian frowned.Oh, for God’s sake...This wasn’t rem
After an hour in the meeting room, Sebastian instructed Desiree to head back to the office. Meanwhile, he climbed into his car and set off for an early dinner with Shania.It was only half past four, and as Shania was still at work in New York, he decided to collect her himself.He sent her a message asking for her location, and a moment later, a WhatsApp pin appeared on his screen."Oh?" he murmured. "That's practically round the corner."He steered towards the hospital where she worked and soon spotted her waiting beneath the entrance canopy.Shania Walsh was Irish, with long auburn hair and striking features that turned heads without any effort on her part. She was tall, elegant, and wore an expression that suggested the entire world had inconvenienced her before breakfast.Her resting face alone was enough to discourage most men from approaching.Sebastian had never been one of them.Truth be told, he'd dated her at university largely because every bloke on campus insisted she was
Desiree settled into a chair opposite her boss, watching as Sebastian demolished the lunch Rosie had prepared.He finished in record time before washing it down with a bottle of banana milk. Leaning back in his chair, he patted his stomach in satisfaction."That hit the spot."Only then did he look up."So," he said, "have you seen her?""Yes.""And?"Sebastian folded his arms."What do you think now? Still planning to ignore what's happened to her?" He arched a brow. "Or are you determined to win the award for Britain's worst best friend?"Desiree sighed inwardly.She knew exactly what he was doing.She'd worked with Edward Sterling long enough to recognise every persuasion tactic in his arsenal.The irritating part was that, this time, he wasn't manipulating the facts.Rosie had been hurt.I know I shouldn't force my way into her private life, Desiree thought. But there is absolutely no chance I'm letting my homegirl get scratched up by someone and pretending it never happened. If s
Desiree felt even more conflicted after leaving her boss’s office.She was worried about her homegirl. If Rosie had been hurt by someone and was refusing to talk about it, what was the right thing to do? Respect her boundaries and pretend everything was fine? Or push a little harder and find out who had dared lay a finger on her?This is difficult, Desiree thought, chewing the inside of her cheek. I need to see the wound first and hear her side of things. I don’t want to charge in like a bull and make Rosie uncomfortable...Around two and a half hours later, the lift doors slid open and Rosie stepped out.She was dressed simply in a black top and jeans. A red scarf was wrapped neatly around her neck, concealing the lingering marks there, and a medical mask covered the lower half of her face.For once, Desiree didn’t leap to her feet to greet her best friend.Instead, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.Rosie smiled beneath her mask and greeted her first."Morning, Desiree. Is Sebastia
When the lift doors slid open, Sebastian found Desiree already at her desk, buried beneath a mountain of reports.She glanced up briefly.The moment she spotted him, she rose from her chair with visible reluctance and offered the obligatory greeting."Morning, Sir."Sebastian frowned slightly.Honestly, he still couldn’t understand why Desiree had been in such a foul mood ever since he'd asked her to book a table for him and Shailene.Shouldn't she be pleased that he was finally making an effort to understand Rosie better?Women were impossible to figure out.He walked past her desk."Desiree, come to my office. There's something important we need to discuss."Desiree looked up from her paperwork.Immediately suspicious.She had no idea what her boss was planning now, but if he thought she was about to betray Rosie's confidence and start revealing details about her past abuse, he was in for a disappointment."Yes, Sir."She followed him towards the CEO's office.Once inside, Sebastian
Rosie didn’t answer. Instead, for some reason, she lowered her gaze, her attention fixed on something else entirely.Sebastian assumed she was retreating into herself again, being stubbornly silent when she was upset. The longer he looked at the angry red scabs marring her cheek, the more his temper flared.The sight of those scratches on her face made something dark and possessive stir inside him.His hand came down sharply on the table.BANG.Rosie jumped.Yet even then, she continued staring downward as though completely distracted."Look at me, Rosie!" Sebastian barked. "Tell me who did that to you."Still nothing.His frustration mounted.He was seconds away from storming round the table and demanding answers when Rosie suddenly backed away."S-Sebastian, don’t come any closer..."The warning stopped him in his tracks.Immediately.He drew a slow breath and studied her properly.There was fear in her eyes.But not much.Far less than he'd expected.Instead, there was something el
Monday morning came. Rosie rose early once more, well before the day had properly begun. There was much to be done—breakfast to prepare not only for Izzie but also for her employer, Sebastian Edward Sterling, and luncheon to arrange for her daughter, who remained, as ever, quite particular about her
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
"Ahhh!" Miranda recoiled from a sudden sharp pain in her arm. Charles caught her by the arm and dragged her outside the room."Ah! Charles! Charles! Where are you taking me?!" Miranda tried to pull away, but her struggling proved ineffective against Charles’s powerful grip. She became nothing but a
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







