Rosella’s eyes stayed glued to her phone. She wondered why he sent a text but she forgot it was her doing. She left her phone on do-not-disturb mode, it was the rule in Bright Valley now, since they started allowing them to use their phone during shifts. “Rose” Felix called out and stole her attention. It was like she never got the text, she focused on him and said teasingly. “Shouldn’t you call me ‘miss’? I’m older than you, aren’t I?”His face rapidly turned red from embarrassment. “I’m not that young…” he mumbled. “I heard you” She snapped “But it’s true, I’m eighteen, and you’re… nineteen?” He raised a brow in questioning but Rose was enraged beyond reasoning.“Nineteen my foot! Hey! You should call me lady, in fact, call me Aunty! I’m twenty-one!… well, in three months’ time, that is. Argh! Whatever!” Her feet stomped against the ground in frustration.She was well aware of her petite figure, many times it has caused similar misconceptions but it sucks every time it happens,
No one saw that coming, not even Rose! The baffling announcement left her at a great loss and even Felix couldn’t help taking a step back in shock.“Donovan, have you lost your mind?!” She roared. The condition of their marriage contract was to keep it a secret from a third party, not even Mr. Dalgliesh was aware of this! Then again, she didn’t refute it since the divorce papers would be signed along with the contract dissolution. But now what?He was parading the information around like a trophy! He didn’t bother to respond and pulled her hand from Felix, immediately exiting the room before Rose could utter another word. One thing was certain, a hell of a chaotic ride awaited.Donovan matched to his parked Koenigsegg Gemera.“Get in!”For some reason, he was in a foul mood but Rose wasn’t interested in finding out why, the display he left behind still haunted her, if anything she should be the one raging with anger, not him!“If you have something to say, say it here. I’m not in
The tension outside the car was weighing on Rose, her palms were all sweaty and her body shook from fear but she kept her eyes up, watching Donovan take majestic steps to the center of the space. Their leader had a wide grin plastered on his face but when Donn spoke, the smile instantly disappeared. “You’re right about one thing, I chose a perfect place where no one can locate and no one could hear screams… that’s because I always clean up flawlessly” His gaze darted between the men and the atmosphere instantly grew to a cutting-edge point. “Cut the crap! - Arghhh!”The rest of the leader’s words got stuck in his throat when Donovan fired a shot to his leg, automatically bringing him to his knees while the rest of the men watched with horror. It was the look of instant regret, just like the saying. ‘Who brings a knife to a gunfight?’From the start, their aim was to capture Rose, so with their numbers they didn’t think it’ll be difficult, especially with the metal bats in thei
Rosella’s POV What happened next? Where am I? My lashes feel too heavy to lift and my neck hurts like crazy.Eventually, I struggled to open my eyes and slowly turned over but my body jerked back in shock. I sometimes forget that I share this bedroom with Donovan, I don’t think I can ever get used to it. He just sat with his back against the bed frame watching me with his fixed eyes and it made me extremely uncomfortable. “I’m the one who took a hit on the head yet you’re the one who fainted. How should I take this?” He questioned with a slightly raised brow. Has he been itching to ask this all the while I was sleeping? He seems so eager! I also didn’t realize I fainted, thinking back at how worked up I was last night, it’s no surprise. Fainting was always a thing that happened easily to me ever since my dad died. “If you want an apology, I can give you” I answered indifferently, he was simply just trying to rile me up and I didn’t have the strength for such a sport. “Why s
Mirable’s POV“Miss Mirable, please sign here”The sight of another delivery man traumatized me. I was really going to lose my mind if this continued. I turned to the side of my desk and saw the stack of different flower bouquets. All delivered this morning!There was no point in guessing, I’m well aware of the not-so-secret conversations going on at the desks next to me. Everyone had so much to say and at first, I didn’t care, but this was really getting out of hand.In the end, I signed the papers, and the bouquet of roses was dropped off. That Mitch of a man has done more than enough!“What are these?”I heard Franklin’s chilling voice from above and immediately locked his gaze. Why was he acting like he doesn’t know all about my struggles with Mitch?“I’ll take care of it” I stated and brought out my phone, I glanced at the numerous missed calls which I purposely ignored and decided to call back. Immediately the call connected. “Hello, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist”
Rosella’s POV I arrived at Cambridge Lounge in time but I somehow managed to be the last person. They must be super excited about what they had planned for me if they showed up this early. Call me rude, I don’t care! I walked right past everyone seated at the round table and made my way upstairs. I was only here tonight because of Simon, I had a bone to pick with him, elsewise they wouldn’t have had the luxury of seeing my shadow!Sure enough the minute I walked past I heard their clamoring voices and it was clear they weren’t trying to hide their sharp words. One of them even seemed like she was going to charge at me while she yelled “Who does she think she is?! Is she better than everyone because she became the surrogate of a powerful family?!” The hall erupted as I saw from the corners of my eyes a few of them stopping her from following me up the stairs. How hilarious!“Please wait here, Mr. Simon would be right with you”Immediately I reached the upper floor a waitress ra
Mirable’s POVEver since Mitch’s awkward stare at the front of his car, he kept giving me the once over while driving and it was starting to get really uncomfortable. Was my new look that provocative or was he just a freak? Of course, these were my inner thoughts and I didn’t express them! I just awkwardly smiled every time our eyes jammed, which was quite often!I thought to put on some music to alleviate the weird tension but the minute I reached for the radio button he reached out as well and our fingers touched.“I’m sorry!” I pulled my hands immediately and the air got even more suffocating.“Why are you apologizing? I did it on purpose”My head slowly turned in disbelief “What?”“I’m saying it was my pure intention to feel your hands”I was left speechless, unsure of how to react then he spoke again. “Is there something going on between you and Franklin?”He dropped the question so casually yet I felt a surge of anger within me, I can’t recall how many times I’ve been ask
Mirable POVInstead of giving him a reply I turned my neck diagonally and sure enough, Mitch was staring right at me with no intention of concealing his intense gaze. My throat suddenly became dry as I picked up a glass of water but Mitch stood up to raise a toast and everyone held their wine glass up, leaving me with no choice but to switch my option.Even while standing and holding out his glass his eyes were staring at me. Is he trying to make everyone here aware of his weird behavior?!The awkward tension almost made me drink my wine but I refrained. I can’t have alcohol no matter what, the mess I made last time landed me in this spectacle. Cheers followed after his brief speech and each partner clicked their glasses before taking a sip but Mitch was alone, he was the only one without a date, it’s no wonder he could openly fix his gaze on me without restraint. “The dance floor is ours” One of the executives present announced and steadily people made their way in pairs to the
The tension in the hospital lingered in the air like an uninvited guest, heavy and suffocating. After the doctor delivered the news that their mother had survived the surgery but was now in a coma, neither Rosella nor Mirable could breathe a sigh of relief. The hope of her waking up was the only thread holding them together, yet it felt too thin, too fragile.Rosella’s knees buckled, her strength waning, but Donovan’s strong arms shot out and caught her before she could collapse completely. His grip on her was firm yet gentle, his eyes filled with concern. “You need to rest,” he murmured softly, but she barely heard him, her mind too occupied with the image of her mother bleeding out in her arms.The room where their mother was moved to was quiet, save for the beeping of machines and the faint rustle of nurses shuffling about. The doctor informed them that they could visit, but before they could take a step, Mirable turned to Rosella and Donovan, her expression conflicted. “Rosella… c
Blood spattered on the ground, pooling beneath the crumpled body of Rosella's mother. The sound of the gunshot still echoed in Rosella's ears, even as chaos erupted around her. Her body froze, rooted to the ground as the weight of her mother's falling figure pressed against her chest."No-No, no, no!" Rosella cried, catching her mother in her trembling arms. The air seemed to thicken, bullets zipping past her in the ensuing firefight. She didn't flinch.The world blurred, focusing solely on the woman bleeding out in her arms. ‘Why did she throw herself in front of me?’ Rosella’s mind was pinned on this thought. "Mom! Stay with me!" she screamed, shaking her gently. Blood seeped through her mother's dress, staining Rosella's hands and knees. "Please, don't close your eyes, don't do this to me!"Her mother's eyes fluttered open, her irises clouded with pain yet filled with a strange serenity. "Rosella..." Her voice was barely audible, a faint whisper under the chaos.Tears streamed d
The tension in the air was suffocating, thick enough to choke. The small warehouse echoed with the sound of guns cocking and men shifting into position. The stale scent of sweat, gunpowder, and mildew permeated the room, clinging to the skin like an unwelcome reminder of the danger that loomed.Rosella could barely breathe as she sat on the floor, her wrists raw from the ropes that had only recently been removed by Marcus, her heart thundering in her chest.Her mother was beside her, pale and trembling, though her gaze flickered with a strange kind of strength. Across the room, Odessa stood tall, her arms crossed and her expression cool but edged with irritation as she surveyed the chaos she had orchestrated.In the middle of it all stood Marcus, he suddenly rushed in holding a gun that wavered between two targets, Donovan and his mother, Odessa. His jaw was clenched, his brow furrowed, and his breathing uneven as he wrestled with the storm of emotions raging inside him."Marcus," O
Rosella was slumped against the cold wall of the dimly lit room, her wrists sore from the ropes digging into her skin. The air was damp and carried the faint metallic tang of rust and decay. The room itself was barren save for a flickering bulb overhead, casting long, ominous shadows across the cracked concrete walls. Every creak of the floor, every distant muffled noise made her flinch, the tension wrapping around her like a vice.Odessa stood before her, her figure imposing despite the elegant tailored suit she wore. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she paced, the sound filling the otherwise silent room. Her lips curled into a smirk, and her dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She looked every bit the predator who had cornered her prey.“You must be wondering,” Odessa began, her voice smooth but laced with venom, “why I hate Donovan so much. Why I’ve gone to such lengths to tear him down.” She paused, her gaze flickering to Rosella, who stared back with defiance despi
Rosella's breath caught in her throat as her gaze locked onto the older woman slumped nearby. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Mirable's mother, her mother was sitting just feet away, her head bowed, her blonde hair falling limply over her face.The revelation felt like a sucker punch to the gut. This wasn't just a coincidence or some cruel game Odessa was playing. The truth was undeniable. The woman who had shielded Mirable with her life during the earlier chaos, the woman whose face seemed strangely familiar from the moment Rosella laid eyes on her was the same woman who had abandoned her as a child.Her mother.Rosella's heart thundered in her chest as a whirlwind of emotions tore through her.Shock, betrayal, anger, and the faintest hint of longing all fought for dominance.She clenched her fists against the ropes binding her, her nails digging into her palms as she fought back tears.Across the room, Odessa’s smirk widenedas she basked in the tension. "Well, well," she dra
Rosella’s world felt drenched in icy water as her senses came alive. She gasped, her body jerking against the tight ropes that bound her to the cold, damp floor. The sharp sting of water dripping from her hair to her skin left her shivering, but the real coldness came from the person standing over her.Emma.A wicked smile stretched across Emma’s face as she held an empty bucket, her gleeful eyes mocking Rosella’s misery. “Good, you’re awake,” she said, tossing the bucket aside carelessly. The clang echoed in the dimly lit room, its harsh sound amplifying the tension in the air.Rosella’s eyes darted around, panic rising in her chest. The room was barren except for a few scattered crates and a single dangling bulb casting a dim, flickering light. Her gaze froze when it landed on a motionless figure slumped against the wall.Mirable’s mother.The older woman was still unconscious, her blonde hair matted and her pale face streaked with grime. Rosella’s heart raced, a sinking dread settl
Rosella paced her room, the plush carpet muffling the frantic huffs of her breaths. Her heart raced in sync with her thoughts, each beat heavier than the last. Donovan’s warning to stay indoors had seemed simple enough at first, but as the hours passed, unease wrapped around her like a suffocating fog. Why wouldn’t he or Franklin answer her calls? What was happening out there?The vibration of her phone jolted her from her thoughts. Snatching it from the table, she saw the name Dalgliesh Residence flashing on the screen. Her breath hitched.“Hello?” she answered, her voice trembling.“Miss Rosella,” the voice on the other end was panicked, rushed. “It’s Mr. Dalgliesh. He’s collapsed, been rushed to St. James Hospital. It’s bad… very bad.”Rosella felt her knees weaken, her free hand gripping the edge of the desk for support. “Collapsed? What happened?!”“We don’t know yet. The doctors are trying their best, but…” The voice faltered, leaving the grim implication hanging in the air.Ros
Felix had his father discharged, watching him from home was best, even though Daisy was against the idea he went ahead with it anyway. He hated hospitals, he put up long enough already, any more would break him. Daisy adamantly followed him set his Father at home. Felix leaned against the porch railing, his gaze distant. Could he even look Daisy in the eye after what he was about to say? She stood a few steps away, her face a mixture of hope and hesitation. Did she feel the same tension in the air, the same heaviness that sat like a stone in his chest?Daisy spoke first, her voice soft. “Felix… I know things haven’t been the same since I left, but—”“Why did you come back, Daisy?” he interrupted, his tone gentle but firm. “Was it guilt? Regret? Or did you think you could fix what’s already broken?”Her eyes widened at his words, and she shook her head. “I came back because I realized what I lost. I made a mistake, Felix. I thought I was doing what was best for us, but… can’t we try a
The rain poured relentlessly, a thunderous symphony that matched the turmoil in Mirable’s chest. She tried to wrest her hand free from Mitch’s grip, but his hold was firm. His face was a picture of regret, drenched in rainwater and guilt.“Let go, Mitch!” she shouted, her voice sharp, raw.“Mirable, please, just listen!” Mitch’s voice cracked with desperation.Suddenly, a hand shot out of the downpour, grabbing Mitch’s wrist and forcing it away from her. The strength of the grip made Mitch stumble, and Mirable gasped as the figure stepped into view.It was Franklin.“You heard her,” Franklin growled, his voice low and menacing. “She told you to unhand her.”Before Mitch could react, Franklin’s fist connected with his jaw in a brutal punch, the sound of the impact cutting through the rain. Mitch staggered back, clutching his face as blood dripped from his lip.“Franklin, stop!” Mirable cried, her shock evident.Franklin wasn’t done. He grabbed Mitch by the collar, lifting him slightly