تسجيل الدخولRosie woke the following morning feeling considerably more refreshed after the events of the previous night.Things had gone better than she had expected. Despite everything that had happened the day before, Sebastian wasn't nearly as angry with her as she'd feared. In fact, he seemed to have softened considerably.She still refused to believe that he'd yielded simply because of her kiss, although the way he'd reacted—and practically begged her for another one—had given her a rather intriguing idea. Perhaps she had that sort of power over him after all. Perhaps a little sex appeal was enough to make even Sebastian Edward Sterling bend to her will.“Ah, that can't be right. He was probably just particularly horny last night. That's why he behaved so out of character just to get what he wanted,” Rosie muttered, dismissing the thought.She simply couldn't picture herself dominating a man, let alone someone as intimidating and domineering as Sebastian.For most of her life, she'd been the
Regina entered the lavish presidential suite of a hotel not far from Sebastian’s apartment. She tossed her handbag onto the nearest sofa before making her way towards the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering London skyline.It was a beautiful view, particularly at night, but her attention was fixed elsewhere.Across the city, not too far from the hotel, stood a towering building known as Sterling Tower.Regina stared at it for a long moment before releasing a heavy, sorrowful sigh.“This place is certainly nicer than that poky little rented flat I had to endure for two days. But there’s no Rosie, no Izzie, and not even Sebastian.”She turned away from the window and wandered towards the bed, her footsteps slow and aimless.“Now that I’ve lost my chance, I haven’t the faintest idea how to occupy myself…”Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she stared blankly at the wall opposite her.To say she was unhappy would have been a considerable understatement. Her heart felt ut
Sebastian watched Desiree's retreating figure, still somewhat surprised by her reaction to the situation. She had seemed almost personally offended by what Shailene had done, as though she had some unresolved grievance against the woman.There must be something about Desiree that I don't know, he thought. Well, as long as she gets the job done, I have nothing to worry about. She's more than capable of handling it.With that, Sebastian returned to his work.He continued working without interruption until his phone suddenly rang. His brows knitted together, but he kept his eyes on the laptop as he answered without checking the caller ID.“Hello?”“Ah, um... Sebastian? It's me...”He paused.The moment he heard the sweet voice of the woman he loved, his attention shifted entirely from his work. Rosie must have been calling from the landline downstairs.He immediately abandoned his laptop and cleared his throat, making an effort to sound gentler.“Yes? What is it... Rosie?”He had nearly
Desiree was still sitting on the sofa, staring blankly into space.Even after all this time, she remained dazed. She had genuinely believed her friendship with Rosie was over. After all, there was no way she could support someone who cheated on their partner. No matter how close they were, that was a line she simply couldn't bring herself to cross.Ah, this is worse than being dumped by my ex, Desiree thought miserably. At least I could find another man to replace him. But you can't just find another best friend. It's not easy to meet someone you genuinely connect with.Rosie, why would you do this to yourself? If Sebastian wasn't satisfying you, you should have told him. End the relationship first, then find someone else. I would still have supported you. Hell, I might even have resigned so Sebastian couldn't use me as a hostage to lure you back.But you're cheating on him. That makes you no better than Charles...Lost in her thoughts, Desiree barely noticed the lift indicator lightin
Rosie 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 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







