เข้าสู่ระบบ“Sebastian?”“No, everything isn’t all right,” Sebastian replied.He knew he should have told Rosie that everything was fine, that he had everything under control. It would have been the sensible thing to say.But he couldn’t bring himself to hide his vulnerability from her.He wanted Rosie to know how worried he was. More than that, he wanted her to understand how deeply he regretted not realising the full extent of her suffering at Charles’s hands over the past ten years.The thought alone was enough to leave him struggling to contain his emotions.Rosie had no idea what was going through his mind, but she could sense that something was troubling him. Although she didn't understand the reason for his distress, she did her best to comfort him. It was the least she could do for someone who seemed so terribly upset.“You can tell me if something’s bothering you,” Rosie murmured. “I might not know what’s wrong, but I can listen. Is it something to do with work?”“No, it’s not work.” Seb
Sebastian started the engine and pulled away from his office, joining the stream of traffic winding through the busy streets of New York City. His eyes remained fixed on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he navigated the congestion.But his mind was elsewhere.It was occupied by the disturbing discovery he'd made about Charles's twisted sexual proclivities.The more Sebastian thought about his elder brother's behaviour, the more he realised just how much of a bloody idiot he'd been.What the hell was I thinking back then?Why did I leave Rosie when I knew Charles would turn out just like our father? Everything about him—even his sexual preferences—seems to have been inherited from that bastard!Sebastian gritted his teeth, guilt gnawing at him from the inside.For ten years, he'd left Rosie alone with Charles.Ten bloody years.And now, he couldn't stop wondering what might have happened if he'd stayed.I should have come back sooner. No... I shouldn't have left in th
Rosie and Izzie sat in the back of the car while Desiree drove. The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, largely because Izzie had developed a habit of asking questions that Rosie would much rather avoid."Mummy, did Daddy really hit you that hard?"Rosie pressed her lips together."Mummy, why aren’t you crying? It looks really painful..."Rosie remained silent, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window."Mummy, why did you say it didn't hurt when Daddy hit you before? When I got hurt by the bullies at school, I fought back, but it still hurt when I got bruises!"Rosie bit her lower lip.Each question was innocent, asked out of genuine concern, but answering them was far more difficult than Izzie could possibly understand.She didn't know how to explain to her daughter that sometimes the pain inflicted by someone you loved went far beyond what could be seen on the surface.And she certainly wasn’t ready to tell Izzie everything she had endured at Charles's hands.Instead, R
Izzie sprang up from the sofa and hurried towards Sebastian, who was carrying Rosie in his arms."Mummy! Are you all right up there?""Y-Yes, I'm fine..." Rosie replied, her cheeks warming with embarrassment at being discovered in such a position by her daughter.Sebastian, however, seemed entirely unbothered. Even Izzie and Desiree barely reacted to the sight.Apparently, seeing Sebastian carry Rosie in his arms was becoming perfectly normal."Desiree, we'll take your car to the hospital," Sebastian instructed. "Yours is the only one with four seats.""Of course, Boss."Desiree retrieved her car keys and hurried towards the lift to call it down to the basement.Meanwhile, Sebastian lowered his gaze to his little niece. He felt a pang of guilt for the frightening glare he'd given her earlier."I'm sorry I scared you just now," he said, his voice softening. "Don't worry. Your mummy has calmed me down.""Um! It's all right, Uncle!" Izzie assured him. "Mummy said she's fine with you, so
Sebastian lowered his head, shame weighing heavily on his shoulders.He had been doing everything in his power to accelerate his plans. That very morning, he had met with another businessman who had worked closely with Charles over the years. The meeting had gone well, allowing Sebastian to strengthen his position within several important business circles that had once been firmly under Charles’s influence.Lately, however, Mr Sterling had become increasingly erratic in his professional dealings. He had made several rookie mistakes while handling projects, mistakes that a man of his experience and standing should never have made.Sebastian had noticed every one of them.He was getting closer to his goal. Little by little, he was tightening his grip on the business world Charles had once dominated.Yet, despite all his efforts, Rosie was still suffering.Worse, she had been injured because she had tried to protect him.The helplessness gnawed at Sebastian, bringing back memories he had
Sebastian stood in the doorway, his gaze immediately snapping to Rosie.It took him barely a second to register the bruises scattered across her body.Her face was badly bruised, and her hands were so swollen that they had lost their usual slender appearance. She looked as though she'd been through hell.For a moment, Sebastian simply stared.Then his expression darkened, and something inside him snapped."I'LL FUCKING KILL HIM!"He spun around, ready to hunt down his big brother.Rosie and Desiree panicked.Desiree hurried to block the doorway while Rosie rushed up behind Sebastian and wrapped her arms around his waist."OUT OF MY WAY!" Sebastian roared.He shoved Desiree aside, sending her stumbling backwards. Yet he couldn't take another step because Rosie was clinging to him from behind.He could have torn himself free with little effort, but he couldn't bring himself to hurt her—not when she was already in such a terrible state.Desiree quickly regained her footing and stepped in
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
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 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







