All Chapters of Taming the Devil: After Divorce, Tangled Up in You: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The truth is... I know I have no value to my own family. Not to the mother who raised me. My value has always depended on the man I married, Rosie thought.Even Mum keeps telling me I should be more obedient. That I should try harder to be a good wife for that bastard Charles.But is it so wrong to keep hoping? she wondered.I only wanted to be loved. How am I supposed to live knowing even my own mother doesn't love me any more...?Desiree felt Rosie's body begin to tremble in her arms.Alarmed, she rubbed gentle circles across her back."Gurl... what's wrong?""N-Nothing..." Rosie whispered.But her voice shook, and tears were already gathering in her eyes.Desiree eased back just enough to look at her properly.Her heart clenched.A tear escaped despite Rosie's obvious effort to hold it back.Rosie hurriedly brushed it away and forced a smile."Sorry... I got a little emotional.""Rosie..."Desiree's chest tightened.She wanted to ask more—to understand what had happened between Ros

Sebastian remained fixed on the computer screen.His hands curled into fists as he fought the urge to put them through something—preferably the person responsible.After the security guards finally separated Rosie and the woman, the footage continued.The four boys immediately ran behind Rosie.They clung to her, peering nervously at their mother from behind her back.Sebastian's brow furrowed.That wasn't normal.Children might hide behind an adult during an argument, but the way those boys recoiled from their own mother was deeply unsettling.Rosie seemed to notice it too.Rather than leave them there, she gently encouraged the boys to return to their mother.Only after she was certain they were safe did Rosie walk away.The footage ended.The screen faded to black.Sebastian stared at his own reflection.His normally immaculate hair had fallen into disarray, and the veins at his temples stood out against his skin.He looked furious.And, somehow, he'd managed not to put his fist thr

Rosie read Sebastian's message again before a quiet giggle escaped her.“He must be meeting that woman again,” she murmured. “Goodness, he sounds like a teenage boy trying to impress his first love.”Izzie sat nearby, watching her mother with puzzled curiosity.“Mommy, did you see something funny?”“Ah—no, darling.” Rosie quickly tucked her phone away. “I was just happy for your Uncle Sebastian.”“Happy?”“Mm-hm. He’s looking for an aunt.”“Aunt?”Izzie’s eyes widened.The colour seemed to drain from her face.She shook her head vigorously.“Mommy, don’t let Uncle get an aunt! Aunts are bad! They’re horrible!”Rosie’s smile vanished.She hurried over to her daughter and pulled her into a warm embrace.“It’s all right, darling. It’s all right.”She’d forgotten.Izzie hadn’t merely disliked the women in the Sterling family. She was frightened of them.One of Rosie’s aunts had once been involved in her kidnapping, and the other women at Sterling family gatherings had hardly made matters

Sebastian drove straight to his apartment and hurried up to the penthouse on the top floor. He felt restless, almost desperate to see Big Sis Rosie again. He needed to know whether Shania's words had planted a genuine doubt in his mind—or whether his feelings for Rosie were exactly what he'd always believed them to be.He unlocked the door with his fingerprint and pushed it open.“Rosie!”His voice echoed through the now spotless but strangely empty penthouse.Sebastian checked the time.Half past ten.“Damn…” he muttered. “Has she gone to bed already? It’s not even that late.”He walked into the kitchen, only to find the dining table empty.Of course there was no dinner waiting.He was the one who had told Rosie he would eat out, so she had no reason to prepare anything for him.And yet, somehow, he still felt rather put out by it.The absence of Rosie—and the absence of her dinner—had managed to sour his mood completely.Usually, he would come home to find her sitting on the sofa, w

When Sebastian emerged from his bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, he found Rosie already setting the chicken noodle soup on the table.“Sebastian, eat it while it’s still warm,” she said, placing the medication beside the bowl. “And here’s the cold medicine and paracetamol for your fever. Don’t forget to rest afterwards, all right?”“I’ll go downstairs. Good night—”“Stay here, Big Sis…”Rosie paused.“Eh? Why? Do you need something else?”Sebastian pouted.If he were being honest with himself, he simply wanted all the attention Rosie had given him when he was ill. It reminded him of being a child—the days when her presence alone had been enough to make everything feel better.Rosie sighed when she realised he was in the mood to be spoiled.She had heard that grown men could become particularly clingy when they were ill, so perhaps this was simply Sebastian’s way of asking her to stay with him for the rest of the night.But isn’t that usually a wife’s job—or at least a gi