LOGINCharles arrived at the office around two hours after Sebastian had left.On the way up, he texted Maria, telling her not to leave yet because he wanted to confirm something personally.Honestly, Charles felt a little guilty.He knew it was wrong to doubt his little brother.Sebastian had never once harmed him.Nor had he ever shown signs of wanting to seize control of the Sterling family.'Besides… if he truly wants his share, I can split everything equally with him,' Charles thought while leaning against the elevator wall. 'Half of the businesses, half of the inheritance... it's also his right as a Sterling.'The more Charles thought about it, the more unreasonable he felt.Everything started because of his mother's words.And Regina was probably the last person qualified to judge Sebastian.Even Charles himself acknowledged that their mother practically stopped raising Sebastian once he reached four or five years old.The elevator doors finally slid open.Maria was already standing
Sebastian clenched his jaw tightly.Whether intentional or not, he immediately realized that this old woman was dangerous to his plans.Maria wasn't someone easy to fool.And that made her troublesome.Still, Sebastian ultimately restrained himself. Triggering suspicion now would only complicate everything later. No matter how annoyed he felt, he couldn't afford unnecessary mistakes.So Sebastian exhaled slowly before opening his briefcase."It's just a few documents regarding my current project with my big brother," he said casually while taking out a thick file. "You don't need to be so guarded."He handed the documents over to Maria.From Maria's perspective, Sebastian merely looked irritated rather than genuinely angry."Thank you, Mr. Edward Sterling," Maria replied politely as she accepted the file.Then she immediately began reviewing the documents carefully.Honestly, she already carried several suspicions toward Sebastian.Mostly because he reminded her far too much of Robert
Charles stormed out of Sterling Mansion in a sour mood.His jaw remained clenched as Regina's words echoed repeatedly inside his head.He knew very well that his mother and Sebastian had never been close.In fact, Sebastian openly disliked spending time with their parents when he was younger. Family dinners were practically impossible whenever Sebastian was involved. Most of the time, the boy preferred eating alone in his room.Or only with Charles.Sometimes with Rosie too.That alone already said enough.So hearing Regina suddenly speak as if she understood Sebastian irritated Charles tremendously."Mum never knew how difficult it was to raise Sebastian," Charles grumbled under his breath as he walked down the mansion steps. "Yet she still has the nerve to demonize him."The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became.Nobody understood Sebastian better than Charles did.Not Regina.Not Robert.Certainly not the countless nannies who constantly resigned because they could
Regina went silent again.Because deep down, she acknowledged her own negligence toward Sebastian.Back then, Robert Sterling's cheating had worsened tremendously during his later years. Instead of dealing with her family properly, Regina drowned herself in parties, luxury, and expensive distractions. Robert constantly compensated her with money and jewelry whenever his affairs surfaced, so Regina spent those years either coming home drunk or literally covered in gold and diamonds.As Robert's health gradually declined, so did Regina's attention toward her second son.She barely checked on Sebastian anymore.Instead, she hired nanny after nanny to take care of him.At least a dozen.Maybe more.Yet almost all of them resigned within one or two weeks because Sebastian was simply too difficult to handle.He threw violent tantrums.Ignored orders.Refused to eat.Destroyed expensive items whenever he got angry.Regina hated admitting it, but Rosie was the only person Sebastian genuinely
Charles sat in the backseat of his luxury car while the chauffeur drove steadily toward the Sterling Mansion. Outside the tinted window, the evening highway stretched endlessly beneath the dim golden glow of the city lights.His mother had called him earlier about something “important,” though she refused to elaborate over the phone.That alone already annoyed him slightly.Still, Charles remained composed as always.The Sterling family businesses were stable. Their investments were flourishing. There was no financial issue significant enough to make Regina Sterling sound urgent.So whatever this was, Charles assumed it was merely another family matter.He leaned back against the leather seat and stared absentmindedly outside the window, his mind drifting elsewhere entirely.Until his phone vibrated.Charles glanced at the caller ID.The coldness in his expression eased immediately.He picked up at onc
Miranda crossed her arms tightly beneath her chest, intentionally pushing up her large breasts beneath the revealing low-neck top she wore. Her lips curled with open hostility as she stared Rosie down from head to toe, her expensive perfume almost overpowering in the grocery aisle."What are you doing here?" Miranda sneered. "Shouldn't you be somewhere begging on the street so you can feed your daughter?"Rosie sighed softly.She didn't even bother reacting anymore.Instead, she calmly stood up from her crouched position and continued checking the products on the shelf, comparing brands quietly as though Miranda wasn't even there.Over time, Rosie had grown used to ignoring this woman.Whenever Rosie argued back or got into a fight with Miranda before, Miranda would immediately report everything to Charles. And Charles would always take Miranda's side in the end.He used to call Rosie petty. Jealous. Bitter.He said Rosie only
Rosie stormed out of the Sterling Enterprises building, her heels striking sharply against the pavement, each step fuelled by humiliation and rage.“I may be desperate,” she snapped aloud, heedless of the curious glances cast her way, “but I did not come here to be treated like a common prostitute.
The journey back was a quiet one.Rosie sat by the window, her arm wrapped protectively around Isabella as the city lights blurred past in streaks of gold and white. Beside her, her daughter hummed softly, swinging her legs in idle contentment, blissfully unaware of the storm gathering within her m
“Good evening, Sister-in-law.”Sebastian’s voice slipped through the receiver like velvet—smooth, assured, and laced with something far more dangerous beneath its surface. The faint amusement in his tone made Rosie’s stomach tighten.He already knew.Of course he did.“I assume you’re calling about
Rosie sat quietly for several minutes, her gaze drifting about the room with cautious curiosity.The office was vast—sleek and sophisticated, yet touched with something unexpectedly personal. Modern art lined the walls, each piece no doubt worth more than she cared to imagine, while a series of scu







