Mag-log inOne kiss should have been enough. A quick peck, nothing more.Except Sebastian wasn’t satisfied.He kissed her again, then a third time, each lingering a little longer than the last. Before Rosie could tease him about it, he slipped an arm around her back and drew her closer, deepening the kiss until neither of them seemed inclined to pull away.A soft, muffled moan escaped Rosie as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the warmth of his lips. For a little while, there was nothing beyond the two of them and the quiet intimacy they shared.Then Rosie began to run out of breath.“Sebastian—mmh… t-too much…” She gave a small, breathless protest, trying to draw back enough to breathe. “Mmfh!”Sebastian finally lifted his head, allowing their lips to part. His gaze lingered on her flushed face as she struggled to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her pyjama top.A low chuckle escaped him as he brushed his lips together, looking altogether too pleased with himself.“Co
Beside him, Rosie let out a quiet sigh.She could tell he was upset. His expression had become so sour that she almost felt sorry for him.Almost.But she had no intention of taking back what she'd said, because she believed honesty was precisely what he needed from her.She wanted him to know the real Rosie, not the woman who agreed with everything a man said simply to keep the peace.“Sebastian, I…” She paused, searching for the right words. “I can't pretend I don't want a strong man to lean on. I've had no one but myself to rely on for most of my life, and Charles was a tremendous disappointment to me. After everything I've been through, I suppose I can't help wanting someone who makes me feel safe.”She lowered her gaze briefly before continuing.“But that doesn't mean I think you're weak for opening up to me.”Sebastian remained silent.“It's perfectly normal to feel anxious about things, you know. Everyone has worries. Everyone has moments when they don't know what to do next.”
Rosie had been speaking with a seriousness that surprised even her. But as the weight of her own words began to sink in, a flush crept across her cheeks, and she hurriedly averted her gaze from Sebastian.“W-Well, that's just my opinion. I-I'm only a housewife, after all. I don't know anything about business, so I could be wrong.”“No, you're not wrong at all.” Sebastian's voice was warm with reassurance. “In fact, you've given me the most valuable insight I've had all day, Rosie.”“R-Really?”“Mm.” He nodded. “I'm glad Desiree suggested I talk to you. She said you knew Charles better than anyone else, and she was right.”Rosie let out a slightly embarrassed laugh.“Haha, well, that's what happens when you've lived with someone for ten years. You learn a thing or two about them, whether you want to or not.”Sebastian's smile faded a little.“I'm not going to let you go through that again.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “Ten years was more than enough. Honestly, it
Sebastian crossed the living room and stopped in front of Rosie.For a moment, he simply looked down at her, seemingly gathering the courage to do what he had spent the entire evening talking himself out of.Then, without a word, he lowered himself onto his knees and rested his head in her lap.His arms slipped around her waist, holding her gently as though he had finally found somewhere he could put down the weight he had been carrying.Rosie froze.She stared at the top of his head, struggling to process what was happening. Sebastian Edward Sterling, the man who always seemed so confident and unshakeable, was kneeling in front of her, seeking comfort without offering a single explanation.“Sebastian?” she called tentatively.He lifted his head and looked up at her.His eyes held an almost comical mixture of vulnerability and expectation, rather like a puppy waiting patiently for its owner to give it a stroke.Rosie frowned in confusion.Then, as understanding dawned, her expression
By the time they reached the penthouse, however, her attention was drawn elsewhere.As they passed the kitchen, she glanced towards the minibar tucked into the corner of the entrance hall.An opened bottle of wine stood on the counter, beside a glass that was still half full.Rosie slowed.“Are you drinking tonight?” she asked curiously.It had been a while since she'd last seen Sebastian drinking alcohol, and the sight brought back memories she hadn't thought about in some time.When she'd first moved into his flat, he'd been drinking heavily. Almost every morning, she'd found empty bottles scattered around his bedroom—wine, beer, bourbon, gin and even vodka.It hadn't taken her long to realise that Sebastian had been struggling with alcohol.Truthfully, she'd never been comfortable with that sort of lifestyle.She had seen how Charles used alcohol as an excuse for his cruelty when he'd first begun physically abusing her. After beating her, he would claim that he hadn't meant to hurt
Rosie let out a quiet sigh of relief once she was certain Izzie was fast asleep.She wasn't entirely sure why she felt like a teenage girl sneaking out to meet her boyfriend, but there was something undeniably thrilling about the secrecy of it all. Even though she was only crossing the flat to meet Sebastian, her heart fluttered as though she were about to embark on some forbidden adventure.She almost felt ridiculous.At her age, she often chastised herself for entertaining such thoughts about a man so much younger than her. Sometimes, she even scolded herself for being an old woman who ought to know better than to indulge in such fantasies.But no matter how hard she tried to suppress them, the thoughts refused to go away.Ever since Sebastian had touched her on several occasions, Rosie had begun to understand something she had never truly believed possible: being touched by a man didn't have to make her feel ashamed or repulsed.Intimacy didn't have to be an obligation she fulfille
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







