Mag-log inThey sat together in the private lounge, Rose positioned between Alec and Aaron as an unspoken buffer. The atmosphere was tense but restrained. Alec tried to keep his voice professional, choosing his words carefully. Aaron, however, made no effort to hide his displeasure. His jaw was tight, his posture rigid, clearly forcing himself to remain civil for Rose’s sake.Alec reached out, about to touch the back of Rose’s jaw, but Aaron immediately stopped him. Aaron’s eyes flared with anger. He hated how Alec had suddenly crossed a line like that with Rose—the woman Aaron loved—especially when they had already agreed to speak calmly in the private lounge.“Do not touch her. I already told you, you have the wrong person,” Aaron said sharply.“I just want to confirm the surgical scars. That is the most accurate proof,” Alec insisted, refusing to back down.Rose looked calmly at Aaron, then turned to Alec. “Go a
That kiss carried a surge of longing mixed with aching pain straight into Rose’s heart. She missed Matteo with everything she had, body and soul. So deeply that she stopped thinking clearly and kissed him back, harder, deeper.Rose’s arms wrapped around Matteo, her lips turning demanding, wanting more than just a kiss.“I miss you,” Rose whispered without realizing it when their lips finally parted.And that kiss—that longing—was something Matteo had missed just as much. It felt as if the Romilda he had lost had finally returned. Not the Romilda who lived under the same roof as him now, who looked at him as if he were nothing but trash.Whoever Romilda was standing in front of him at this moment, that was the woman he loved deeply.“I miss you too,” Matteo said, brushing Rose’s cheek. “Where have you been? I thought I lost you.”Rose tilted her head slightly and gave a faint smile. “You never lost me. I have always been by your side, haven’t I?”Being Romilda tore Rose apart from the
Romilda’s eyes rolled in irritation when she noticed another woman wearing an almost identical dress. The color choice was far too similar, even though Romilda’s gown was clearly more revealing and glamorous. She hurried toward the restroom, nearly slamming the door shut behind her.“Matteo, that bastard. Why did he have to bring me here?” Romilda muttered angrily. “God, I hate him. I hate him!”She placed her mask beside the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed her hands roughly. Her mind raced, searching for a way to get out of the party.“I’ll just pretend I’m sick. That should work,” Romilda murmured.After lightly splashing water on her face, Romilda fixed her makeup. It barely mattered anyway—the event was a masquerade, which she found utterly ridiculous.She quickly left the restroom and headed back toward the main hall, glancing left and right from behind her mask. Her irritation only grew stronger. The party made it even harder to find Matteo.“Where is that bastard?” she h
Rose stared at the white dress Aaron was holding up, then shifted her gaze to her boss. Meanwhile, Aaron was comfortably seated, enjoying snacks and drinks provided by the boutique. Rose frowned, silently demanding an explanation.“It looks good.” Aaron gave a thumbs-up.“Sir, I will not be attending that wedding,” Rose said politely, but her refusal was unmistakable.“Do you want a different color? Or a different style?”Rose nearly burst into tears out of sheer frustration. Aaron completely ignored her words. “I don’t want to go, sir.”What made it even worse was the fact that Aaron hadn’t changed his clothes. He had already bought a new polo shirt and trousers, yet he chose to wear Rose’s oversized T-shirt and her pants instead. His excuse made no sense.“This is comfortable.”A shirt that didn’t even cost three dollars was somehow more comfortable than one worth thousands?“Yes means yes, Rose.” Aaron shrugged indifferently, then loudly slurped the last of his lemon juice. “Just p
Romilda let out an irritated huff, deliberately loud enough for Matteo to hear. Matteo, however, seemed to turn a deaf ear. He continued to hold onto Romilda’s arm as they stepped off the plane together. Romilda wanted nothing more than to shove him away, but she held herself back because other passengers were disembarking as well.“What is the point of coming to Belgium?” Romilda muttered.She had her own plans. She intended to buy property in Italy and live there after she got her hands on the Cavanaugh family shares.Her plan was simple. Once the shares were legally hers, she would sell them. Of course, she would offer them back to the Cavanaugh family at a very high price. Selling them cheaply to outsiders would throw the family business into chaos.Romilda had thought everything through.But now, every plan was falling apart. From looking for property, to threatening Matteo, to the shares she still could not obtain.One year felt unbearably long. Far too long.“We will stay at a
At precisely six in the morning, the jet touched down smoothly. Outside, it was still dark, fog swallowing what should’ve been a sunlit morning. The slight jolt of the landing stirred Rose awake. Blinking, she turned toward the window— they had arrived in Belgium.Once the jet came to a complete stop, Rose stood up and folded the blanket on her seat. Oddly, there were two blankets on her; no wonder she felt hot. She waited until the flight attendant approached and signaled that they could disembark.When Rose glanced at Aaron, her boss was still fast asleep. She blinked, exchanging a look with the attendant.“We have to wake him, right?” Rose asked carefully.The attendant smiled sweetly. “We always wait until all passengers leave, ma’am.”“So he can just wake up whenever he wants?”“Yes.” She nodded politely. “That’s part of our service.”So Rose was supposed to sit here until Aaron woke up? She started to panic a little.“So I just… sit?” Rose muttered uncertainly.“We have a lounge







