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Should Rose give herself up, just as she had Theo as her companion today, tomorrow and in the future? Rose repeatedly took a breath with a very thin pause. Her arm stretched out to reach for the cell phone that lay at her side. Rose wasn't interested in Theo's gift at all, it was far more useful to have her own, even at a fraction of the price. The phone was played with half-heartedly. One thing Rose couldn't ignore. The former notification pop-up that had been missed for almost an hour, where a rare notification appeared that Rose had never imagined. The program that Binari designed, seemed to be pulling her to move quickly. If it was true what Rose was currently seeing, it was very likely

“I’ll send you what I found. Emails, communications private logs from the foundation’s security firm. I think they’re tracking your movements. Grace, listen to me, Nova is the real target.” I stood up too fast. “She’s with Noah.” “Good,” Rosalind said quickly. “Keep her there. Whatever else is true… he’d die before he let anything happen to her.” I pressed my lips together, my legs were shaking again. “I’ll be in touch,” Rosalind said. “But don’t trust anyone until you see proof.” Across the city, in the shadowed corner of an upscale condo, Desmond leaned against the balcony railing with a glass of scotch in his hand.

“Because you were the only one who didn’t run when I was bleeding.” Marx cleared his throat. “Miss Rhodes, do you want to leave with him?” I looked at Dominic. Then at the box door on the table. Evidence. Dent from the bullet. Blood. Keller’s prints. Then at my phone. Ledger alert still on screen. TARGET: ALIYAH RHODES AND ROSIE BLACKWOOD. Leo would kill me in custody. Too easy. Accident. With Dominic, I was a target. But I wasn’t dead yet. And Rosie… Rosie was his sister.

Chapter 46 The city lights shimmered like a thousand distant eyes, but inside Rosette’s penthouse, the tension was suffocating. The dossiers she had prepared were spread across the table, each one a carefully constructed weapon meant to dismantle her father’s empire piece by piece. She moved between them with precision, checking details, ensuring nothing could be traced back to her before the strike.

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances. Slowly, Detective Cruz opened the folder. Inside were photographs. Police reports. Employee records. Handwritten letters. And one worn notebook. Aya immediately recognized the faded floral cover. Her breath caught. "My mother's journal..." Detective Cruz nodded. "We've restored several damaged pages." Aya carefully lifted the notebook into her hands. The paper smelled old. Fragile. Like it had been waiting years for someone to read it. She opened the first recovered page. Her mother's handwriting flowed neatly across the paper.

“Please.” Rosa is up in an instant. I hear the frantic, rhythmic tapping of her shoes as she searches the suite. When she returns, she carefully slides the frames onto my face. “I found your luggage,” she says, her voice bright with a small victory. “It’s tucked away in the study. I saw the crates.” ‘I did bring a lot of books,’ I pulled my glasses on. Something about the habit of feeling them in place fills me with a sense of relief.

I pulled one free and settled onto the rug in my small meditation corner. The familiar scent of old paper rose as I opened it. Our bloodline has always carried unusual gifts. The words were written in my mother’s careful script. Some subtle. Some dangerous. Some misunderstood. I traced the edge of the page lightly with my finger. “Sounds about right,” I murmured. Outside the small window the campus had grown quiet as evening settled over Rosewood. I read for another hour before finally closing the book. The whispers still echoed faintly in my mind. But they felt… farther away now.

We just shook our heads together and arranged our things. "Oh, I think someone just followed you, Rose," Noella informed. I frowned at her and raised an eyebrow. She presented her laptop to me. My lips parted when I saw Dela Merced at the bottom of the building we were in. “Fuck!” I felt strong urge and rushed to act. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and called his number that I had asked Daddy's secretary before while quickly running downstairs. Fortunately, he answered that too after a few rings.

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