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It was already noon and Rose had long ago finished eating and was now in her room waiting for Mr. Evidence. She had called his number it rang but no one was picking up. She didn't want to knock on his door because she believed that if he wanted to see her, he will come to meet her in her room. She laid on her bed as she browse through the internet, searching for any new news about the ongoing economy and the situation of the country. After browsing through the internet, she got tired and decided to do something different. She stood from her bed and moved around the room to see if she could see anything to keep her busy even if it's a game. She didn't mind playing it alone. She walked towards

Kevin asked as he grabbed Rose’s arm. “It’s in your best interest to let go of me,” Rose said. Her patience was running at an all time low and she felt like she was about to explode. Kevin had criticised this small two bedroom home non stop. Rose had brought them to this old house that was owned by her late parents because she knew no one would look for them here. The compound was overrun with weeds as no one had lived here for years. Unfortunately, the plumbing was falling apart and the water sources were rusty. The shopping centre was also far away.

Scarlett whispered, her lips brushing Rose’s ear, “it’s time I kill Damon too.” Rose’s eyes widened in surprise, but she held still, her breath catching. Then, in a sudden move, Rose twisted beneath her, flipping their positions. Scarlett gasped, caught off guard. “Turn over,” Rose commanded, her voice low and firm. “Show me your ass.” Without hesitation, Scarlett complied, pressing her belly to the bed, her body pliant under Rose’s control. Rose straddled her, but instead of continuing their intimacy, she reached for something on the floor—Bob’s belt, forgotten in his hasty exit.

"He had to step out," Maya answered Beverly. "Alright." Rosewood Manor, the place they were moving into, wasn't located in just any ordinary neighborhood but rather where the senior officials lived. There wasn't an intimidating amount of armed guards patrolling the area like there had been the other day, but security was still tight, so there was no need for the plainclothes special forces operators to guard the manor day and night. Now that they were away from Harvey and Wanda's watchful eyes and Beverly didn't have to share a room with James, it meant that the embarrassment from last night wouldn't happen again. Beverly breathed a sigh of relief.

A guard popped up behind him, his shadow caught by the light. "Have this stored farther than the rest, prepare the caravan", he paused. "My bride is finally coming home!!" ********************* Dylan walked through a rose garden, the moonlight casting a soft glow on the red, watered petals. He paused, eyes shut, quietly listening to the flowing breeze as it kissed past him. Finally, he was free from that horribly, suffocating party. Another minute in there and he'd probably have dropped dead from the strong stench of perfume.

Rose returned to the Cavanaugh residence feeling somewhat relieved. Although not all of her problems had been resolved, at least she had secured her belongings in storage. She walked down the corridor toward her room. Just as Rose was about to climb the stairs, she heard footsteps behind her. When she turned around, she saw that it was Matteo, who had also just gotten home. "Did you finish your business?" Matteo asked casually. Rose only gave a weak nod. The two of them walked up the stairs side by side. No words were exchanged, and the silence made Matteo feel even more awkward.

"Because now, the Black Rose is coming for everything you left behind." She went to the closet and pulled out a hidden suitcase. Inside wasn't sundresses or sandals. It was the leather, the Kevlar, and the room was silent. The honeymoon ,was over the hunting began.

Rose looked at them. Really looked. Grounded. Present. But changed. “He’s coming,” she said. Kael’s grip tightened. “When?” Rose’s gaze drifted briefly toward the forest. Then back. “Soon.” The wind moved through the ruins. Soft. Cold. And somewhere beyond it— Far beyond it— Something had already begun to move. Toward her. Toward them. Toward the fire that had finally answered.

*At Rose's room. Rose heard the sound of the door opening but she didn't spare a glance at the intruder. She is not in the mind to talk with anyone right now. Maybe it was one of the omegas who came with food for her. Rose kept looking outside at the big bright moon. "Rose, I know you want to be alone but I wanted to tell you something." said the other person who had just entered the room. Rose looked back and saw Sheila standing there with a pale face. Seeing Sheila made her remember their conversation in the middle of the forest with Jared. She started crying and Sheila ran up to her and hugged her tightly.

** Secrets Beneath the Roses** The drive to Rosewood Garden was filled with tense silence. Isabelle clutched the music box tightly in her lap, her mother’s words echoing in her mind. “Follow the roses. They will lead you home.” What did she mean by home? Michael sat beside her, his hand resting protectively over hers, as if sensing her anxiety. Carla and Victor kept their eyes on the road, ensuring they weren’t being followed. The black SUVs had disappeared, but they all knew it was only temporary. Whoever was after them wouldn’t give up so easily.