LOGINSebastian’s smile widened."Hm?"His fingers moved gently, deliberately teasing her."Your breasts are one of my personal needs, too."Sebastian leaned forward and gently pecked Rosie's lips.It was something he had never done before.Usually, whenever he kissed her, there was nothing gentle about it. His kisses were heated, hungry things that left Rosie struggling to keep up with his desire.Charles had never kissed her tenderly either.So this simple little gesture felt strangely new to Rosie.Sebastian pecked her lips once more. He was deliberately holding himself back, resisting the urge to cup the back of her head and pull her into a deeper kiss.He wanted to take his time with her. He wanted to explore every inch of her lips, to let their tongues meet and linger, but he was determined not to rush her.He didn’t want to frighten her.His gaze remained fixed on Rosie while his other hand slowly travelled along her inner thigh."Ah... uhm... S-Sebastian, that’s—"Rosie bit her lowe
Sebastian sat alone in the living room late that night, waiting for word from his agent.He had instructed the man to carry out the operation just before midnight.For the past three days, his agent had been keeping Jessie under close surveillance. Desiree had supplied him with everything he needed beforehand—her whereabouts, her routine, the places she frequented, and enough information to determine exactly where and when to make his move.Tonight was the night.Sebastian's heel tapped repeatedly against the carpet.He was nervous.That alone irritated him.His agent was a professional. Over the years, Sebastian had been forced to resort to methods that were less than respectable simply to survive the cut-throat world of business. His agent had handled every dirty task without disappointing him once.Normally, Sebastian wouldn't have cared.If the consequences involved only himself, he could be recklessly indiffer
Jessie checked her watch as she shoved the last of her belongings into her handbag.It was almost midnight, and she'd only just finished tutoring another student.She had taken up private tutoring as a side job simply to make ends meet. There was no way her salary as a primary-school teacher could comfortably support four children, a useless husband and an ageing mother.It was the first time in her life she'd been forced to take on extra work just to keep her family afloat.And, as far as Jessie was concerned, it was all because of that stupid bitch, Rosie.Ever since Rosie had left Charles, everything had gone to hell.Charles had become reluctant to send as much money to Jessie's family as he used to. He was consumed by grief, and he no longer visited their house because, according to him, every corner reminded him of Rosie and only made the loss harder to bear."Ugh, that bitch has no pity," Jessie muttered as she walked towards t
Sebastian stepped out of the lift when it reached the top floor, where Desiree was waiting outside his office with a stack of documents in her hands.If his schedule was anything to go by, the first report concerned the development of his new beverage product, which was due to launch across the eastern United States in spring.The second concerned a particular man."Good morning, Sir," Desiree greeted as usual.But there was something different about her expression this morning. It was solemn, almost troubled, as though the information she carried weighed heavily on her."Let’s go inside and discuss those reports, Desiree."Sebastian opened the office door and walked in, with Desiree following closely behind.He settled into his executive chair, leaned forwards and rested one forearm on the desk. His gaze fixed on Desiree as she stood opposite him."Let’s start with the beverage product. What’s the update regarding Colin Maxwel
Rosie, Izzie and Sebastian made their way down to the car park together.Their cars had been parked side by side, but Rosie stopped short when she noticed something immediately wrong.The silver Bentley Sebastian had given her was gone.In its place sat a brand-new Bentley in matte black, gleaming beneath the car-park lights. Even the child seat inside was still covered in its original plastic wrapping.Rosie stared at it in bewilderment."What happened to my old car?"Sebastian clicked his tongue, visibly irritated."Damn. I told those idiots to take the plastic off. What the hell is this?" he muttered, barely loud enough for Rosie to hear.He caught himself almost immediately.He certainly wasn't about to start swearing in front of Izzie. Rosie would have his head if he did.Sebastian opened the driver's door, reached inside and retrieved the key. He walked back towards Rosie and held it out to her."This is your new car. Same brand, so it'll be fairly similar to drive. It's just a
"Charles has no reason to come..." Rosie continued reasoning. "Don’t worry, Sebastian. Everything will be all right."She moved closer and gently stroked his hair, hoping to calm him.Sebastian, however, merely looked up at her, his expression still troubled. He caught her wrist and tugged."Ah!"Rosie’s balance gave way, and she landed squarely on his lap.Sebastian immediately slipped an arm around her waist, keeping her firmly beside him."How can you say everything will be all right after what happened yesterday?" he asked. "You were tricked by that old hag, remember?"He hated bringing it up.He knew Rosie already regretted what had happened, and the last thing he wanted was to make her feel worse.But she didn’t seem to understand how dangerous her trust could be. If he didn’t remind her, she might make the same mistake again.So, even if it bruised her pride, he had to say it."I just..." Sebastian’s voice softened. "I don’t want you to get hurt, Rosie."He lowered his head and
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







