Mag-log inThe smell of cheap cigarette smoke stung Rose’s nose the moment she stepped into the dingy apartment lobby. No one was there, just a row of dented mailboxes and crude graffiti peeling off the walls.Her heart pounded, matching the echo of her footsteps on the concrete stairs. The elevator was broken, of course. So Rose had to climb to the fourth floor on shaky legs, holding her breath.Every shadow in the stairwell made her alert.“This is for Romilda,” Rose whispered, gripping her bag strap tightly. “She’s your sister, your own blood. You can’t just let her die.”Rose reached the apartment door and turned the handle. It opened with a loud creak. The inside was dark, the curtains tightly shut.
The atmosphere in the Cavanaugh living room was lively. Nicole was busy calling catering vendors, while Letty was choosing fabric samples with Anais. Meanwhile, Rose was occupied looking through wedding cakes.Actually, Rose wanted a simple wedding, but Anais insisted that even a simple one still needed the essentials, like a wedding cake and beautiful decorations.“I think champagne would look nice for the tablecloths, don’t you? I know Matteo wants something simple, but the Cavanaugh version of simple still means Baccarat crystal and imported flowers,” Nicole boasted.Rose let out a soft laugh. “I’ll leave it to you, of course.”“This is your wedding, Rose. You need to make sure everything is perfect.” Anais looked at her. “I want you and Matteo to be happy, no matter how small or big this is.”Rose nodded shyly. “Alright, Anais. I’m sorry for troubling you, and Nicole and Le
Rose’s logic screamed that this was a trap. Not just Aaron, but even Matteo and Alec had warned her that Romilda was dangerous. But another part of her began to waver.Jerry had always been known as a dangerous man. It wasn’t impossible that he was hunting Romilda down to sell her to the mafia. Or even traffic her overseas.Rose knew just how cruel their father was. He was capable of anything to hurt his daughters. It would be better for Romilda to be caught by the police than to fall into Jerry’s hands.Rose glanced at her watch. It was almost three in the afternoon. The restaurant was less than five minutes away. At the very least, she could walk there.I need to make sure what’s really going on with Romilda, Rose thought, torn between confusion and anxiety.Her sense of responsibility as a sister, her fatal weakness, took over. She quickly grabbed her handbag and approached Letty and Nicole.“I&rsquo
The news appeared on the phone screen: “Matteo Cavanaugh’s True Love Is Roseanne Baxter.”A collage photo of Rose and Matteo showed them smiling brightly, their story framed like a sweet fairytale romance.Romilda’s eyes locked onto the screen, her face slowly turning red.Her life was perfectly fine. She lacked nothing. Rocco gave her everything, along with high-level security. But all that luxury felt like trash to Romilda.“Bitch!”Romilda hurled her phone onto the floor until the screen cracked. She didn’t care about the damn thing anyway. Rocco would just buy her a new one.Her breathing turned heavy, her chest rising and falling as anger burned deep inside her. Seeing Matteo choose Rose filled her with rage.Because Rose always took everything Romilda wanted… everything she had ever hoped for.“You think you’ve won, Rose? You think everything’s go
Just as Matteo was about to leave for the office after breakfast, Letty suddenly shot up from her chair. Her face turned pale as she stared at her phone screen.“This is insane! You guys need to see this,” Letty said, her voice shaking.She immediately handed her phone to Nicole. The youngest, who had only been frowning at first, suddenly went just as pale as Letty.On the screen was a photo of Rose running from Aaron’s wedding, along with an old photo of Romilda. Matteo’s photo was placed right between them. The headline was bold: “The Cavanaugh Scandal: Greedy Billionaire Wants Both Sisters?”The article claimed that Romilda had a twin sister all along. Now that Romild
The towering wrought-iron gate swung open as Andy, the security guard, unlocked it. The moment Rose stepped out of the car, Andy stared in disbelief. He walked over to her with Matteo.“Sir… ma’am…” Andy looked awkward. “Welcome, M-Mrs. Rose.”Rose smiled. “Thank you. It’s good to see you’re doing well, Andy.”“Yes, ma’am.”Matteo guided Rose toward the mansion. Emotions stirred inside her. That house had once felt like a prison, something terrifying.It was where she had been forced to play the role of a fake wife and cover for Romilda’s lies. In that same mansion, she had been ignored, insulted, mocked, and suspected.But this time, she came as herself. Roseanne Baxter. Not Romilda’s shadow anymore.At the front door, the maids were already waiting, as if they had been prepared to welcome her. Rose even glanced at Matteo, making sure he hadn’t
Rose sighed wearily after receiving a message from the hospital saying that her mother’s condition hadn’t changed. There was no sign of improvement or decline; it was simply static.This news crushed Rose, although she still hoped her mother would wake up and recover as she had b
A loud banging on the door caused Rose to quickly put her robe back on and unlock the door. Nicole burst in without knocking. The door smacked into Rose, causing her to stumble backward.Rose's robe, which was not properly tied, fell open, revealing her sexy white lingerie. Of course, that only fue
Rose’s skin prickled as she sprayed perfume behind her ears and on her wrists. Her thoughts were in turmoil. She regretted agreeing to sleep with Matteo that night.She wasn’t his real wife, which only made her fear and guilt worse. Doubt began to creep in—should they just postpone it? The more Ros
Rose was torn about stopping Matteo from going to the hospital. She was afraid the patient’s guarantor information would be revealed. But how could she ask Matteo to simply give her the money? That would definitely raise suspicion.Her heart quickened as Matteo’s car pulled into the hospital parkin







