로그인Sebastian and Desiree entered the CEO’s office, and Sebastian gestured towards the door."Lock it," he instructed. "Just in case Rosie decides to storm in by accident."Desiree nodded and locked the door behind them.Sebastian settled into his chair, resting both hands on the desk as he fixed his gaze on her. Desiree stood straight in front of him, waiting."Right," Sebastian said. "You can speak now."Desiree exhaled in relief."Sir, I did a small investigation into Jessie’s husband. His name is Jemmy Gilbert. He’s forty years old.""A small investigation?" Sebastian frowned. "Would that be enough for me to make a proper judgement about what I should do next?""It should be, Sir. There’s nothing particularly interesting about him, apart from one thing I discovered."Desiree drew another breath.She knew that once she revealed everything, the course of Jessie’s little family could change completely."Sir, Gilbert is an unemployed middle-aged man who survives on odd jobs that barely br
Colin Maxwell swallowed hard. He had suddenly found himself trapped in a battle royale between the millionaires who did business with the Sterling family. They would accuse one another, dig up each other's secrets and do whatever was necessary to identify the person Charles believed was hiding his wife and daughter.Because if they failed, Colin had no doubt Charles would come for every one of them."So," Charles said, his voice deceptively calm, "do you accept the arrangement or not?"Colin clenched his fists."If you refuse, I’ll simply transfer your existing contracts to someone else." Charles gave him a thin smile. "I'm sure they’ll be delighted to hear that they’re about to become considerably richer."Colin’s jaw tightened.There was no escaping this."I’ll do my best to find whoever is hiding your wife and daughter, Mr Sterling," he said reluctantly."Good. I expect results."Charles leaned back in his chair."In the meantime, I’ll reduce your usual supply contracts by half. On
"I think they're both lovely, Mr Sterling," Colin Maxwell replied. "Sweet and beautiful."Charles's expression remained unreadable."The first time I saw your wife was on your wedding day, ten years ago. I remember thinking she was exceptionally beautiful. Those doe eyes and that sweet smile..." Colin smiled faintly at the memory. "She looked like a goddess."Charles's gaze sharpened.Unfortunately for Colin, the older man was too engrossed in his attempt to flatter Rosie to notice."She's also kind and gentle. Your wife is the sort of woman every man would wish to have, and every woman would wish to be." He chuckled nervously. "Mr Sterling, you're a very lucky man."When Colin finally finished his praise, he looked towards Charles expectantly.Charles was smiling.But there was no warmth in it.His eyes were cold and vicious, and Colin's stomach dropped.Had he said something wrong?"Mr Sterling..." Colin swallowed. "Did I... say something wrong?"Charles didn't answer.He rose from
“Fire that chef,” Charles ordered coldly. “And try a female chef next time. Perhaps she’ll actually understand how to make proper home cooking.”He glanced towards the wreckage scattered across the dining room.“Seriously, why is it so difficult to prepare something resembling my wife’s cooking? It’s basic homemade food. What exactly is so bloody difficult about it?”His jaw tightened.“You’re all fucking useless.”With that, Charles left the dining room and headed for his home office.Work was the only reliable way to keep his mind occupied.If he stopped, his thoughts inevitably returned to Rosie.And he had no intention of allowing that to happen.He sat behind his desk and began working through a stack of documents, forcing himself to concentrate on the figures and contracts in front of him.For a while, the silence helped.Then came a knock at the door.“Master Sterling?”Charles looked up.“There’s a guest at the gate. He wishes to see you. His name is Mr Colin Maxwell.”Somethi
Charles ended the call with Jessie after extracting the information he needed.The moment the line went dead, his fingers tightened around his phone until the veins stood out across the back of his hand.His previously gentle expression hardened into something ugly.“That lying bitch…” Charles muttered under his breath. “Did she really think I would believe her?”Rosie was submissive by nature. Charles knew that better than anyone. During their years together, he had learned her habits, her temperament and the way she behaved around the people she loved.Rosie would never deliberately attack someone.And she certainly wouldn’t taunt Jessie without provocation, especially not a member of her own family.Charles had contacted Jessie for a simple reason: he wanted information about the altercation.More importantly, he had intended to use the incident to deepen the resentment between Rosie and her family.He had expected Je
Jessie threw herself onto the bed after a long day at school, her head pounding with a headache that seemed determined to make an already miserable day even worse.She had too much on her plate.She was overworked and underpaid as a primary-school teacher, while her mother's health had continued to deteriorate because of what Jessie believed were the consequences of that woman, Rosie.Usually, she could cope with the two problems separately.But everything had become considerably worse after her confrontation with Rosie in the supermarket a few days earlier.Her four sons had been acting strangely ever since.They had become distant. Quiet.And, worst of all, they looked at Jessie—their own mother—as though she were some sort of monster waiting to devour them.They barely spoke to her anymore. They no longer pestered her with the endless, ridiculous questions and stories that used to fill the house.They simply seemed reluctant to come near her.The more Jessie noticed it, the more fu
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
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







