LOGINRosie rose from Sebastian's office chair and quietly made her way out.She walked slowly down the corridor before stopping when she spotted Desiree sitting nearby, sipping a cup of coffee while scrolling through something on her iPad.Their eyes met.Rosie managed a small, tentative smile, hoping to ease the tension between them.Desiree immediately looked away.The gesture made Rosie's heart sink."I've packed your lunch bag and left it in the pantry," Desiree said without looking at her. "Just grab it and go."Rosie hesitated."Don't talk to me. I've got things to do."The dismissal was deliberate.Rosie lowered her gaze."Thank you," she murmured before walking towards the pantry.She collected her lunch bag, but instead of leaving immediately, she paused and glanced back at Desiree."Um... Desiree, I don't know if you'll like this, but..."She opened the lunch bag, took out a small container and placed it on the table."It's a cup of pumpkin pudding I made this morning. I made a l
Oh, shit. I've just realised I'm not afraid of anything except losing Rosie.Sebastian began to panic.He had been so consumed by the fear of losing the woman he loved that he'd completely forgotten about every other fear he'd ever had.Should I just say I'm scared of insects?He grimaced internally.Bloody hell, that's far too clichéd. And completely uncool.Rosie sensed his sudden nervousness, though she had no idea what had caused it. Wanting to make things easier for him, she decided to ask the question directly."Sebastian, have you ever been afraid of someone in your life?" she asked. "Like... your Big Brother?""Ah."Sebastian wasn't surprised by the question.If anything, he was more surprised that Rosie hadn't asked him about it sooner, especially after he'd admitted that he was scheming against his own Big Brother—the same man who had enough influence to bend the law to suit his needs."Don't worry about that," Sebastian replied lightly, deliberately giving the impression th
Rosie closed her eyes and murmured, "Do I even have a choice? Whether I leave or stay, Charles will still hunt me down. I don't know what he'll do to me when he catches me, but I know it won't be pretty."Her voice trembled."Do I even stand a chance against Charles?"It took Rosie some time to gather enough strength to leave Starbucks.She eventually made her way back to the office building and stepped into the lift. As the doors slid shut, Desiree's words continued to echo inside her head, making her unusually quiet.You're spineless.A wishy-washy woman who'll eventually crawl back to her abuser.The words had hurt.But perhaps Desiree had a point.Even now, Rosie was still considering giving herself back to Charles.Not because she wanted him.Because she was terrified of what he might do to Sebastian.Charles could lash out at him, ruin his reputation, destroy his future—all because Sebastian had tried to protect her.Rosie had planned to leave because she believed it would redir
Rosie opened the door and immediately stopped when she saw the stacks of documents covering Sebastian's desk."S-Sorry. Did I come at a bad time?""No, gurl. We've just finished the work report." Desiree smiled before glancing towards her boss. "Right, Boss?""Uh... yeah. Right."Sebastian managed something resembling a smile, though it looked painfully forced. He was still annoyed with Desiree for having the audacity to threaten him earlier."Okay, um..." Rosie glanced briefly at Sebastian before turning her attention back to Desiree. "If you're not busy, could I talk to you for a moment, Desiree?""Of course, gurl!"Desiree immediately gathered the reports from Sebastian's desk and headed towards Rosie."Let's have a chat at the Starbucks downstairs.""W-Wait. Why am I not included?" Sebastian protested. "What are you two talking about?""It's women's business, Sir. You'll have to excuse us."With that, Desiree swept past him, reached Rosie and grabbed her best friend's hand before
Sebastian entered his office after finishing another meeting with Colin Maxwell.Everything had gone exactly as he'd expected. The cans and packaging materials supplied by Mr Maxwell to the US branch had been inspected and confirmed to be of the highest quality.Obviously he'd send the best quality.He must be frightened of my Big Brother's name behind me. Or perhaps Big Bro has already threatened the old man.Either way, it worked in Sebastian's favour, and that was all that mattered.He settled into his executive chair, interlaced his fingers and rested them on the desk before looking towards his secretary, who was standing directly in front of him."Right. Your report.""Sir, this is the report regarding the materials supplied by Mr Maxwell's company—""Skip that. I already know everything about it."Desiree stopped.Sebastian wasn't interested in mundane business matters. What he actually wanted to hear about was everything concerning the people who had made themselves enemies of
"Mummy..."Amidst her rising panic, Izzie's quiet voice suddenly cut through Rosie's thoughts and snapped her back to reality."Yes, darling?"Izzie continued staring towards the car park, a bright smile spreading across her little face."Don’t be scared, Mummy.""H-Huh?"Rosie’s breath caught.Izzie slowly looked up at her mother. She might have been young, but she knew her Mummy better than Rosie sometimes realised."Mummy, I know you’re scared," Izzie said matter-of-factly.Rosie's heart skipped. She nearly flinched at how accurately her daughter had read her."W-What do you mean? Mummy isn’t scared, darling."Izzie shook her head. "Mummy always bites your bottom lip and stares into space when you’re scared or worried."Rosie froze."Mummy also gets sweaty and looks paler than usual!"Rosie immediately became conscious of herself.She straightened her posture and forced herself to relax, determined not to let her fear show."W-Well, Mummy isn’t scared anymore. Come on, let’s go to
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







