LOGIN“Desiree, reheat my lunch,” Sebastian said without looking up, his voice calm but firm. “And don’t forget my banana milk. I’ll be waiting in my office.”“Yes, Sir.”Desiree took the lunch bag and walked out, the soft click of the office door closing behind her leaving Sebastian alone with his thoughts. Meanwhile, she made her way to the pantry, placing the containers neatly on the counter.When she opened the lunchbox, a warm, savory aroma immediately filled the small space.“Damn…” she muttered under her breath.Even before reheating it, the food looked impressive. The portions were carefully arranged—rice fluffed just right, vegetables cut evenly, protein cooked to a color that hinted at both flavor and balance. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was thoughtful. Intentional.Rosie had clearly put effort into this.Desiree leaned slightly closer, inspecting it as she set the microwave timer.“She really pays attention to everything
Sebastian’s attention was fixed on the contract, his fingers flipping each page with quiet precision. His expression remained composed, eyes scanning every clause as if nothing else in the room mattered.Then Charles spoke—casually, almost lazily.“Sebastian,” he said, leaning back slightly, “are you sure you don’t want to try my secretary? Her name is Miranda.”There was a brief pause.Then, with complete nonchalance, Charles reached out and grabbed Miranda, pulling her closer by the waist. His hand slid upward, settling where it clearly didn’t belong in any professional setting.“She’s quite good. Specialist in blowjob,” he added with a faint smirk, as if discussing a commodity rather than a person.Miranda let out a soft, surprised sound, though it lacked any real resistance. “Uhh… ahh… B—Boss…”“Hm?” Charles glanced at her briefly, unfazed. “I thought you were interested in my little brother. I can give you to him if he wants.”The room shifted. Even the air seemed to tighten.Seb
Charles pressed the intercom, summoning his secretary. A few minutes later, Miranda knocked and entered without much ceremony.“What is it, Charles?” she asked casually.There was no need for formalities between them. Whatever professional boundary once existed had long since dissolved. If anything, Miranda felt he should be the embarrassed one—not her. She had been waiting for that ring he kept postponing, and her patience was thinning.“We’re heading to my brother’s office,” Charles said. “Prepare the car.”“What? Sebastian Edward Sterling’s office?” Miranda’s eyes lit up instantly. “Wait—give me a second! I need to fix my makeup!”“I told you to prepare the car, not panic,” Charles replied dryly. “Call the chauffeur.”“I am preparing!” she shot back. “I just need to look my best. Who knows? Maybe he’ll like me.”Charles arched a brow, amused. “And you think that’s likely?”“Well, you do,” Miranda said without shame. “You’re
“Oh? You picked up already. Why so silent?” Charles drawled, a faint chuckle following his words.The sound of it—light, amused, entirely devoid of remorse—made Rosie’s blood boil at once.This man had already destroyed her standing with her own mother… and yet he laughed.“What did you tell my mother?” she demanded.“What? I merely told her my side of the story,” Charles replied smoothly.“Your story is nothing but lies, you bastard!”“Hm?” His tone turned almost playful. “And how, exactly, do you intend to prove that? Perhaps everything you believe is simply… in your head. Perhaps I am a devoted husband, wronged by an unfaithful wife. Who can truly say where the truth lies?”He paused, then added with deliberate ease, “Besides, I did ask you to attend marriage counselling. And you refused.”Rosie’s grip on the phone tightened.“Consider it… a fair consequence,” Charles continued. “After all, I hear you managed to pay Izzie’s tuition without asking me. Curious, isn’t it? It makes one
“He told me everything, Rosie,” Anne said, her voice trembling with conviction. “He discovered your affairs two weeks ago. And still—still he tried to be a good husband. He approached you gently, hoping the two of you might begin again.”Anne’s expression softened for a fleeting moment, as though recalling Charles standing before her—tired, wounded, yet composed.“But you refused him,” she continued, her tone sharpening once more. “You would not reconcile. Instead, you filed for divorce, all so you might claim his money. Dear God… where did I go so wrong in raising you?”“That—That’s a lie!” Rosie cried, the words bursting forth at last. “I never cheated! And I told him plainly—I do not want his money. I only want him to leave me alone!”Her voice trembled with desperation.“Mum, please… you must believe me. You are my mother—why would I lie to you?”For a moment, she dared to hope.But Anne’s gaze remained cold, unyielding.“And you truly expect me to believe that?” she asked.Rosie’s
Rosie drove Izzie to school as she always did.Before her daughter could open the car door, Rosie gently caught her arm.“Do you remember what we spoke about yesterday?”“Un!” Izzie nodded eagerly. “Never give in to bullies! Izzie is just like Mummy—we are strong!”Rosie smiled, though it did not quite reach her eyes, and softly patted her head.“That is right. But do not fight, all right? If Zack and Mia cause trouble, you must report it to your homeroom teacher.”“Yes! See you later, Mummy!”Izzie leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on Rosie’s cheek before grabbing her lunchbox and hopping out of the car.She skipped towards the school gates, greeting a few friends along the way, her cheerful voice carrying faintly in the morning air before she disappeared into the building.Rosie remained where she was.Watching.Waiting.Her smile lingered only a moment longer before it slowly faded.“My dear…” she murmured under her breath. “I love you more than anything… but please, do not be
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







