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Mind reading power

Speechless, Rose’s hand still clutched the doorframe, her pulse racing as she stared at the stranger standing before her.“Marry me,” he had said, voice steady, eyes dark as obsidian.It should’ve been laughable. A stranger, here, in her private quarters on her wedding morning, asking for something that made no sense.Her lips parted to speak, to demand who he was, but before the question could form, the familiar rhythm of heels clicking down the hall echoed through the air.'Lisa,' Rose thought.And just like that, the fragile tension in Rose’s chest snapped into irritation.Because she remembered... God, she recalled what came next.The roses.Twelve perfect crimson blooms arranged in a crystal vase, one for every month Duke had courted her.A year of promises. A year of sweet words and subtle manipulation.She remembered the way her heart had swelled when she’d first seen them in her past life. The way she had believed that every petal was a symbol of his love, his devotion, his si

She's too stupid

The warmth of Lisa’s hand lingered on Rose’s arm, too soft, too familiar, and Rose forced out a gentle laugh as the tension grew, masking the tremor in her chest. Then, with deliberate grace, she slipped free of Lisa’s touch.“Shameless?” she echoed, tilting her head, lashes lowering. The pounding behind her eyes dulled just enough for her to breathe. “Oh, Lisa, I am shameless because-”She smiled faintly, the kind of coy, harmless smile that women wore in paintings. “I just wish it had been Duke who brought the flowers himself. You know how I am… I can never get enough of my man.”The words floated softly, light, glittering, and cruelly careless.Lisa blinked, her lashes fluttering once before she found her mask again. Then came that soft, pearly laugh, the one she’d perfected since they were girls.“You always were greedy for affection,” she purred, brushing invisible dust off her sleeve.But her thoughts slammed through Rose’s mind like shards of glass.‘Greedy little slut. You thi

A gift, or a curse

The silence that followed his words lasted for a moment, then-Rose’s scowl deepened. “You’re bold,” she scoffed. “And insane.”The stranger only tilted his head, watching her with unnerving calm. His eyes, deep, dark, too steady, seemed to strip away the layers she wrapped herself in.“You walk in here,” she continued, voice low but firm, “without a name, without an invitation, and propose marriage as if I’m some... naive girl waiting for a fairytale. You must think me stupid.”He didn’t blink. “Not stupid,” he said evenly. “Interesting, perhaps. But stupid? No.”“Oh, please.” Her laugh was sharp, brittle. “You expect me to believe this ridiculous stunt of yours is anything but a joke?”He took one step forward. “It’s not a joke.”Another step.“Then what is it?” she demanded.“It’s an offer,” he said, his voice quiet, his eyes never leaving hers. “Marry me, and I’ll put the world at your feet.”The words landed between them like a challenge.Rose blinked, once, twice, then let out a

Nine months from now

Her bloodshot eyes swept across the trembling maids standing in a crooked line. Their minds still buzzed loosely in her head, some fearful, some judgmental, some confused, but she didn’t reach for the noise. Not anymore.She had learned within seconds how to control the gift she never asked for.One glance, one focus, one target.Everything else vanished.Then she spoke.Calmly.Coldly.“I’m going back to my chamber.”The maids froze, blinking as if unsure whether they’d heard her right.Rose stepped toward the door, every movement deceptively graceful, every breath steady despite the flood of adrenaline still burning through her veins.“Dismissed,” she added softly.The kind of tone that left no room for argument.But one maid, small, wiry, trembling, swallowed hard and stepped forward.“M-My lady,” she stammered, eyes darting to the bouquet in her hand. “What should we… do with the flowers?”Rose’s shoulders tightened. But she didn’t even look at them. Her jaw clenched once.“Trash

Naked before her

The room was too quiet.Too still.In her first life, this chamber had overflowed with noise, maids laughing, fabric swishing, someone fussing over her hair, another adjusting the veil, warm voices telling her she was glowing, beautiful, a lucky bride.Now, it was empty.Rose stood before the mirror, the wedding gown hugging her frame like a ghost she’d been forced to wear. The silk shimmered with a pale brilliance, pearlescent in the soft morning light. She lifted her hands, smoothing the skirt, then adjusting the veil. Every motion felt rehearsed, mechanical.Her reflection stared back at her.Brighter eyes once filled that mirror. Softer cheeks. A girl who believed in vows and futures and sacred promises.The woman staring now was nothing like her.Rose smiled weakly.“How ironic,” she whispered to herself. “I was surrounded by people last time… and still felt so alone.”Now, truly alone, she didn’t feel lonely at all.Only tired.Only ready.Before she could exhale, a sharp knock

She knows

Duke inhaled slowly, chest rising with a trembling breath that didn’t match the confident groom he was trying to be.When the priest's eyes locked on Rose, he nodded gently, smiling that soft, ceremonial smile.“You may begin your vow.”Duke turned toward Rose since she kept silent.He exhaled shakily.And his voice-God.It was soft.Gentle.Almost trembling.“I… Duke Sallow… vow to love you with all that I am,” he said quietly.His tone wrapped around her, warm and smooth, something meant to sound safe. Comforting. The sort of voice that had once made Rose’s stupid, naive heart flutter.“To protect you… to cherish you…” He continued. “And to stand beside you through every joy and every hardship.”Aunt Hua sniffled. Someone actually sighed. A young cousin pressed both hands dramatically to her chest.“You are… my heart, Rose,” Duke whispered.“My home.”It was sweet.Too sweet.A performance dipped in honey.But Rose wasn’t listening to his words.She was listening to him.To his min

Her vow

The silence between them was brutal.Duke’s mind screamed behind his eyes, raw, frantic, desperate.'She knows.'Rose did not answer.She did not blink.She did not twitch.She did not offer him a single crumb of reassurance.She simply stared.Blank.Cold.Utterly unmoved.Her silence wrapped around his throat like a tightening noose, squeezing with every second he dared to breathe.Duke swallowed hard.His Adam’s apple bobbed in terror.He looked seconds away from falling to his knees right at the altar.“R-Rose…?” he whispered.Her silence devoured him whole.“What did I do?” his mind begged. Tell me. Please. Please—tell me.Rose blinked once.Slowly.Then, without warning-without hesitation-She lifted her hand and slid the tinted glasses back onto her face.A barrier.A wall.A declaration carved in stone:'You are already dead to me. You just don’t know it yet.'Lifting her chin, she turned away from him, veil brushing her shoulder like winter wind.“Continue,” she told the pri

The Dog and the devil

The garden was still humming with scandal when Rose let out a soft sigh, barely audible, but enough to release some pressure in her chest.The priest waited stiffly behind the signing table, sweating from nerves. Guests whispered like flies. Lisa watched from the aisle, her jaw stiff and in pain as she smiled nonstop.Scowling faintly, Rose’s eyes drifted to the document.Then she stepped forward.“Duke,” she murmured, voice gentle in a way that wasn’t real, “you go first.”Duke’s eyes widened with sheer relief, like a dog finally acknowledged by his owner.“Of course, my love,” he breathed.He took the pen eagerly, almost reverently, signing his name with a flourish meant to impress her. His shoulders were tense, posture sharp. He wanted to look masculine, competent, in control.But his mind shivered through every thought:'I can still fix this.''She still wants me.''She didn’t leave. She didn’t run.''Rose is mine.''Mine. Mine.'He stepped aside, breathing unsteadily.Finally, Ro

The snake wouldn’t bite

The Golden Roof Hotel glowed in warm amber light, chandeliers glittering like constellations trapped in glass. The moment Rose stepped into the reception hall, applause erupted around her, loud as the host announced their presence.She smiled.Small. Polite. Hollow.Her heart, however, was pounding a frantic beat beneath her gown.Too fast.Too loud.Too terrified.Because everything already felt wrong.Duke’s hand slid around her waist the second they entered, pulling her into him with a possessiveness that made her stomach twist.“Everyone’s looking,” he whispered, nuzzling her cheek. “Let’s give them a show.”Rose forced herself not to get piss.In her first life, he had barely touched her during the reception... aloof, distracted, sneaking glances at Lisa from across the room.But now?Now Duke clung to her like she was oxygen.A sharp reminder that this timeline was no longer matching her memories.‘Don’t panic... Don’t break character... Just push it back on track… somehow.’But

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