ANMELDENRosie made her way to the kitchen in silence. She slowed her steps as she approached the staircase, knowing she needed a moment to gather herself before facing her daughter.Her cheeks were still burning. She could only imagine how red her face must have been.“God, I can't believe I actually did that...” she murmured, pressing a hand to her cheek.She had never felt such an overwhelming urge to take control of Sebastian, let alone dominate anyone. It was entirely out of character for her. She had always been a modest, rather shy woman, someone who would sooner keep her thoughts to herself than risk provoking another beating.But seeing Sebastian so consumed by anger, refusing to listen to a word she said, had made her realise that she needed to reassure him of her feelings. And she had done so in the boldest way she could possibly imagine.“Well... at least he won't question my loyalty to him any more,” she whispered. Then, after a brief pause, another thought crept into her mind. “B
Rosie remained silent for a moment, keeping her gaze fixed on Sebastian as he repeatedly avoided her eyes.His words had struck a nerve, more deeply than she cared to admit. But she had no desire to turn their disagreement into another full-blown argument. She was exhausted, both emotionally and physically.“Yes, I don't know how you feel, Sebastian,” she began quietly. “Becoming a multi-millionaire entrepreneur at such a young age must have required an enormous amount of sacrifice and struggle. It's something I'll probably never experience in my lifetime, and I'll never deny how much you've achieved.”She paused, drawing a steady breath.“But you don't know everything about my suffering, either. My kindness wasn't what made me stay with Charles. It was far more complicated than that. So perhaps we should stop judging one another. We've both had different struggles, and neither of us can fully understand what the other has been through.”Damn it! Sebastian cursed inwardly.He was grow
Rosie and Sebastian stood watching the lift descend towards the ground floor, but their expressions couldn't have been more different.Rosie looked utterly defeated. Grief and disappointment weighed heavily upon her face as she stared at the closing doors.Sebastian, on the other hand, looked almost satisfied. The old bitch was finally out of Rosie's life. As far as he was concerned, that was one less threat to the little family he was trying so desperately to protect.Now he simply had to take extra precautions to ensure nothing like this happened again.Perhaps I should restrict her phone access, too. Make certain she can't contact anyone who might be a threat to us.He knew how that sounded. Like a controlling bastard.Perhaps that was exactly what he was becoming.But, to Sebastian, Rosie's and Izzie's safety came first. He didn't want either of them hurt, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to protect them from potential danger.He lowered his head and looked at Rosie, who
Regina stared at Sebastian, whose fury was still written plainly across his face, and rolled her eyes with deliberate sarcasm.“You look like an ape, Sebastian. Why can't you behave like a civilised human being?”“R—Regina, s—stop talking!” Rosie stammered.She couldn't understand why Regina had suddenly reverted to her old, condescending ways, mocking Sebastian at every opportunity. Only moments ago, the woman had seemed genuinely eager to reconnect with her second son. Rosie could have sworn she had meant every word of their conversation and wanted to become part of their little family.Yet now she was behaving as though none of it had ever happened.Regina turned her gaze towards Rosie and scoffed.“I honestly don't understand how you can stand living with an ape like him. He doesn't behave like a human being. He's more like an animal.” She shrugged dismissively. “Then again, I suppose a trashy woman belongs with a trashy man. The two of you suit each other perfectly.”“Regina!”Ro
Sebastian stared at Rosie, his pupils widening until his dark eyes seemed almost feverish. He looked dangerously close to losing control, yet some part of him was still making an effort to rein in his fury.Rosie could see her own reflection in his dilated pupils. The sight was unsettling. It was as though Sebastian’s entire world had narrowed until there was room for no one but her.She couldn't deny that Charles and Sebastian bore a resemblance. The difference lay in the way their obsessions manifested themselves. Sebastian's fixation was directed entirely towards her, but his rage was aimed at the man he believed had betrayed him. Charles, on the other hand, had always made Rosie the target of his cruelty.Sebastian bent down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead before straightening. Then he turned towards the bedroom door, which remained firmly locked and started knocking again. It took Rosie several seconds to recover from the shock of his unexpected tenderness. She turned t
Rosie stepped into Regina’s apartment and found the older woman sitting on the sofa, watching some random news programme on television.“Morning, Regina.”She greeted her with a smile.“Morning.” Regina smiled back. “I thought it might take you a while to come back. After all, you're living with Sebastian now. You need to be careful, you know.”“Ahaha, don't worry.” Rosie settled beside her and placed the tumbler on the coffee table. “He hasn't suspected a thing.”“Are you sure?” Regina raised an eyebrow. “I don't think you're particularly good at lying. Sebastian isn't stupid, either. He's perceptive enough to recognise when something isn't right.”“Well, I suppose he's just too busy with work to notice.” Rosie tried to reassure her. “Although I do feel guilty about lying to him. I can't exactly bring you into the penthouse and pretend we're all getting along, can I?”Regina sighed.“No, I suppose not. You're right.” Her expression softened. “Still, I miss Izzie terribly…”Rosie glan
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







