All Chapters of ROSE IN THE DARK : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Well done!!" In a dark lit room, a swivel chair swirled around gracefully. Masking the cold, slender silhouette of a female, holding a half-drunk champagne flute pressed between her fingers.Behind her, Melissa stood; head bowed, creases forming waves between her brows. Her heart hammered loudly in her chest, fists clenched tightly by her sides as sweat poured down her delicately structured face. "Such a wonderful performance!!. You've really outdone yourself on this one, Miss Wu", Amelia twirled her glass, voice drowned in mocking sarcasm. Melissa kept her head buried, shame, anger and despair gnawing at her heart while her knees buckled together in fright. The immense aura and pressure emanating from the lady before her made her quiver in fear. A fear so deep rooted, she dared not make her sound in her presence without consent. She gulped, her dark curls sticking to her face, "Ma'am is too kind, i was afraid that my performance would not be to your standard", she whimpered, he

Alan stepped into the ballroom, the faint golden glow of the crystal chandeliers hanging above illuminated the large, lavishly decored space. People swaddled in expensive gowns and suit moved around in sync, hands holding on to glass of champagne with practiced ease and elegance.Soft music floored the room like waves, though not enough to overpower the hushed conversations. He stood there, alone with arms folded, his almond eyes scanning through the crowd for someone."Sorry, i'm late", Dylan walked up from behind, his steps coordinated with his fine hands holding on to a wine glass. He wore black clothes that clung to his slim frame like silk, the vibrant embroidery glistening in the light."So this is the Qin family influence, huh?!", Alan muttered softly." It sure is!!", Dylan paused, his delicate blue eyes gazing at the influx of wealthy, influential people,each trying to curry favor with the Qin's family." Heard it's their matriarch's 80th birthday, never thought i would see a

"Very well, i see your mind is made up" Zeke gaze lingered on Alan's distraught, emotionally wrecked appearance - what did he expect?. Even rabbits bite when cornered, it was just a simple matter of time. The ends of his lips curled up, his fingers stroking the arm chair's tough leather. "Since we've reached a relatable agreement, don't mind me, but i'll like to probe". "What do you offer in exchange for my help?" Alan sniffled, his hands digging into his pocket, retrieving a small black box. Lucky him, he had thought about it earlier and didn't come empty handed. He slipped it across the table, withdrawing his hands with haste. People as rich as he was barely ever cared about expensive things that they could easily afford, he had to go about it some other way.Zeke picked up the pretty looking box, weighing it at his fingertips with a hollow look. Then he unwrapped it, his hands moving in slow, graceful gestures like he was playing on six zither strings.His thick lashes flutter

Hiss... Dylan clutched the leather chair, biting back his screams. Tears pooled around his eyes, his gaze locked on the bloodied, swollen scratches on his left knee. Damn that psycho, red-haired brat!! The sharp, pungent sting of menthylated spirit reached his nostrils, accompanied by the faint, domineering scent of Matthew's cedar cologne. He knelt down on one knee, his head lowered, softly catering to his wounds. Dylan's face flushed a light shade of red, memories of that night together replaying in his head like a broken video tape. The heated passion and lustful desires sheathed behind those gold-rimmed glasses and piercing, cold eyes. He tightened his legs instinctively, his breathing almost ragged with a strange arousal poking through his pants. He gulped, averting his eyes once he noticed Matthew's inquisitive eyes locked on to him. An awkward silence stretched for minutes between them, Dylan shut his eyes, quietly counting stars unable to bear the sexual embarra

Alan perched by the window, the cool breeze carrying a faint scent of fresh pine leaves and cherry blossoms. He exhaled, his elbow resting against the window pane, chin buried in his right palm. It's been three days since he fully recuperated, staying locked within these grand walls while enduring the silence. It wasn't exactly him being confined, it's just that he wasn't given the liberty to move around of his own free will. Everywhere he went, he was being trailed by bulky bodyguards with frightfully scarred faces. They barely ever smiled, each wearing dreadfully stern expressions while looking at him like he was some pitifully, trapped prey that they weren't allowed to touch.And the maids around here were no different, sure they served his meals and provided him change of clothes, but they also avoided every form of contact. And when they were done....they often scurried away as if running from a plague. Alan shut his eyes, quietly enjoying the refreshingly calm breeze. Whatev