Rose was closely seated with Sebastian in one of the VIP tables. Sounds from the mic and from the band playing the soft music filled the air, the festivities of the night continued but the thoughts from Rose's mind were louder than the sounds that came from the room and the sounds particularly in front of her.She had been shouted at and dragged by her father, severally. But only when he was under the influence of vodka, which was almost Every Time.She remembered the week that he died, how he had a fight with her mother, about money, the loan he had taken from a finance company, which he squandered. His honesty and sincerity had been tainted by the hardships that life brought and the intoxicating and temporal peace that alcohol caused. Her eyes were now almost blinded by the silvery glow of tears that threatened to flow from it as she pondered on her thoughts. Sebastian turned to her and saw her mien, she was struggling to pull herself together. She didn't understand him and the mor
"I'll stop here" Rose said. She thought her voice sounded more confident that what she really intended. She almost didn't have the slightest clue what she was doing. "Sorry ma'am" Samuel said as he turned the steering wheel, parking the limo in a convenient space. Rose was now getting slightly frustrated.I said that I'll be stopping here, you can go on without me, I'll find my way home myself"."I'm sorry I can't do that ma'am, Mr Wayne clealy….." , "And now I'm telling you that I want to get off here", Rose said unintentionally cutting him off. She could now feel her dress clinging more and more uncomfortably to her body with each movement and turn she made."Okay ma'am", Samuel said as he attempted to step out from his seat to open the door for her."Don't…worry", she said. "I'll manage"Samuel Looked at her as she opened the door and struggled to get out, the tightness of her dress Revealing her curves and some unwanted body parts. He looked away not wanting her to catch him st
Emily was now being moved to tears as she listened intently to Rose's honest confession, she tried to put herself together and didn't want Rose to see her tearing up also. She didn't expect Rose's reaction, a clear one that she was confused and didn't know what to do. She expected for them to have a brief time to wind back the years, but even though it was reaching out to her for help and companionship, she would be there to help no matter what. She decided to be strong, at least in that moment for Rose, she experienced a surge of sympathy. She was aware that her friend was at a turning point, thus the importance of her comments was enormous. Emily took a long breath and summoned the strength to reply, knowing that what she said might influence Rose's reaction to things afterwards.Emily looked at Rose, with caring and compassionate eyes and softly said, "Rose, her voice was full of sympathy. I want you to know that, des
In the dimming dark, Rose stood at the imposing wrought-iron gate of the Mansion, a place she had never been by herself. She had been chauffeured in the magnificence of his gorgeous limousine for months now, it was a representation of the affluent and lavish way of life that she was now exposed to .But tonight, as she approached the property, a wave of uneasiness came over her. Normally wide open, the gate was now stubbornly closed, throwing eerie shadows over the cobblestone road leading to the magnificent entryway.This gate was unlike your typical wall. A testament to its powerful appearance and cutting-edge technological features, it was a massive building. Because of its enormous size and the fine detail on its wrought-iron bars, it attracted notice.exuding a sense of elegance and strength. But beyond its aesthetics, it was the gate's cutting-edge control system that truly distinguished it from the mundane. And Rose remembered th
As their eyes met, Rose's pulse pounded rapidly and her mind scrambled to grasp the seriousness of the situation. His piercing look tugged at her with a mix of need and want as she felt conflicting emotions. He seemed to be attempting to close the gap that had opened up between them, and the authority in his voice left little space for her to compromise.As he drew her in, a feeling of fear swept over her. She wasn't ready for his quick move, and her brain couldn't handle the flurry of feelings. His firm touch and seeming commitment frightened her while enthralling her. She grappled with the want to assert her own needs and boundaries while still wanting to submit and resist. Her desire to succumb to the strength of their unspoken link, though, came from a different place.She experienced a variety of feelings she had never felt before as his hands combed over her shivering body, flowing from her hands down to her waist, held her tightly. &nbs
Rose didn't know how best to answer him, she tried not to look at him. She had endured two abuses from him in one night and for some reason it didn't feel like it. Rose wondered if she was alright, on a normal day she would stand up against all that happened to her. Was she falling for his manipulative ways?.. she couldn't even understand her own emotions towards Sebastian.But she knew that he didn't hold any special place in her heart, apart from the fact that she was grateful for all that he did. She was literally indebted to him, with the way he had gone about their relationship for the past few weeks."Emily is a friend, a school friend that I had to see yesterday". "I couldn't cancel because it was too urgent". Rose's voice sounded firm as though she was trying so hard to speak boldly.He smiled as he removed his relaxed back from the wall, and headed towards the other side of the bed. He
She couldn't help but wonder what might be going through his head as she left the house as she couldn't stop contemplating that. She wasn't interested, but there was a tiny part of her that wanted to know more about him. She ignored those ideas, telling herself it wasn't her place to eavesdrop on his thoughts and feelings. She agreed to his request with a nod but made the decision to go on without him.The void between them seemed to be mirrored in the hallways echoing silence. She was on the verge of extending a hand that in reality would make her more vulnerable, when she finally decided against it after a brief hesitation. He obviously wanted some distance, when it was her who was supposed to need distance, so the least she could do was respect his boundaries, he was her husband after all, there was nothing she could do.As she stepped outside, the fresh breeze touched her face and briefly took her mind off her internal conf
As they entered the office, Hilda immediately noticed Rose's distracted expression. Concerned, she approached her and asked, "Are you alright, ma'am?" Her eyes reflected genuine worry and curiosity, silently urging Rose to share what was on her mind. Rose wasn't surprised. In fact, she expected Hilda to ask her, and she didn't disappoint.Rose forced a smile and replied, "Good morning, Hilda. Yes, I'm fine, thank you, I'm still trying to get over the rush of last night "" she knew Hilda didn't know about the rest of her night". She waved off the question, hoping to dismiss any further inquiries about her well-being. However, Hilda seemed persistent, her demeanor hinting that there was more she wanted to say.Curiosity piqued, Rose motioned for Hilda to take a seat and asked, "What is it, Hilda? Is there something you need to tell me?"Hilda took a deep breath and revealed, "I wasn't expecting you in the office today, ma'
Four months later.The car moved steadily along the road, the gentle hum of the engine creating a comforting backdrop to the silence that enveloped the interior. Rose's hand rested on her slightly protruding belly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing invisible patterns on the fabric of her dress. Michael, who sat in the back seat, was gazing out of the window, lost in his own thoughts.Max's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, his gaze alternating between the road ahead and Rose's profile. He could sense the mixture of emotions in the air—grief for Rose's mother, the weight of their recent experiences, and the glimmer of hope for the future.As they approached the cemetery, Rose's grip on her belly tightened slightly. She took a deep breath and turned to Max, her voice soft but determined. "Thank you for being here with me, Max. I know it's not easy."Max offered her a reassuring smile
The tension in the warehouse reached its breaking point, Sebastian moved with deliberate slowness towards the elevated platform where Michael was tied. His demeanor remained cold and calculating, a dangerous calm emanating from him. He retrieved a gun from his pocket, the metallic click as he removed the safety echoing in the hushed air."Rose, drop the gun," Sebastian's voice was ice-cold, the threat underlying every word.Rose's hand trembled as she clung to the gun, her wide eyes locked onto Sebastian's every movement. The gun was her last desperate card, her only means to keep Michael safe, and she clung to it with a fervent desperation.Max, his eyes flickering between Rose and Sebastian, sensed the imminent danger. He moved swiftly, lunging towards Rose in a desperate attempt to disarm her. His hands closed around the gun, and in the struggle, a gunshot rang out, the deafening sound ricocheting through the warehouse.
Max's suggestion was a slim hope, an attempt to gather any useful information from Sebastian, but as Rose dialed the number again and waited for him to answer, there was a sinking feeling that he was always a step ahead."Sebastian," Rose's voice held a hint of desperation, "tell me where my brother is. I need to know he's safe."Sebastian's chuckle on the other end was infuriating. "Oh, Rose, always trying to assert control. How quaint.""Just tell me!" Rose's voice trembled with a mix of anger and anxiety.Sebastian's tone shifted, his voice dropping to a chilling calm. "I know you're with the cop, Rose. And I'm well aware of the audacious plan you're concocting. But remember this, you have limited time."Rose's grip on the phone tightened as she exchanged a tense glance with Max. "Where is my brother?"Sebastian's voice was like ice. "Meet me at the old warehouse by the docks. You remember it, don
They finally arrived at the boarding school, Rose's heart raced as they rushed into the reception area. She could feel the weight of every decision she had made up until this point pressing down on her. The thought of not being there for Michael when he needed her was like a heavy anchor dragging her down.As they reached the reception desk, a middle-aged woman looked up at them with a smile. "Hello, how can I help you?"Max spoke quickly, his voice firm yet respectful. "We're here to see Michael lugard, Is he currently at the school?"The receptionist checked her computer. "Yes, Michael lugardis a student here. However, visiting hours are usually—"Rose's voice trembled as she interrupted. "Please, it's really important. Can we see him? It's urgent."The receptionist's gaze softened as she recognized the urgency in Rose's voice. "Alright, let me make a quick call to the dormitory to see if he's avail
Rose's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove through the dimly lit streets, her mind racing and her heart pounding. Bloodstained and shaken, she knew she had to find a safe place to gather her thoughts and figure out her next move. Just as panic threatened to engulf her, her phone rang, the sound cutting through the tense silence of the car.Rose sped through the streets, her hands trembling on the steering wheel, her mind was a whirlwind of fear and desperation. The events of the past hours had pushed her to the edge, and the knowledge that she was holding a shard of glass that had wounded another human being weighed heavily on her.Just as panic threatened to overwhelm her, her phone rang, the sudden sound causing her to startle. She glanced at the caller ID and saw Max's name flashing on the screen. With a shaky hand, she answered the call."Rose, where are you?" Max's voice, steady and concerned, echo
As Rose watched from her hiding spot, her heart raced as Samuel's footsteps echoed through the mansion. She crouched behind a corner, her breath held, as he slowly made his way into the living room. She could see that he was dressed differently, not in his usual attire. Her mind raced to connect the dots, and then the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning – he wasn't here as a servant."Mrs. Wayne? Are you here?" Samuel's voice echoed through the grand room, his tone tinged with a mix of urgency and concern. He seemed to be searching for someone, and Rose's heart pounded in her chest.The sight of him moving slowly and scanning the room sent shivers down Rose's spine. He was different, something had changed about him. He was no longer the calm and collected Samuel she was used to. His demeanor was tense, almost anxious.As Samuel called out for her, Rose felt a surge of fear. She bit her lip to stifle any so
The two women were locked in a physical battle, their faces inches apart, eyes locked in a fierce contest of wills. Rose could see the fear and desperation in Prisca's eyes, the conflicting emotions that seemed to war within her. It was clear that Prisca was deeply entangled in Sebastian's world, but at the same time, there was something else – a flicker of humanity, a trace of regret."Let go, Rose! You don't know what you're getting into!" Prisca's voice cracked with a mix of emotions, and her grip on the journal tightened, her knuckles turning white. Rose's heart wavered for a moment, torn between her determination to uncover the truth and the urgency in Prisca's pleas.But the weight of everything she had learned, the memory of all the lives that had been shattered, fueled her resolve. With a sudden surge of strength, Rose twisted away from Prisca's grasp, breaking their physical contact. The journal rem
Rose stood up from the bathroom, her face still stained with tears, and took a deep breath to steady herself. She whispered to herself, "Stop crying, Rose," as if trying to muster some strength to face what lay ahead. With determination in her eyes, she left her room and quietly made her way to Sebastian's room, her heart pounding in her chest.As she stood in front of the door to his room, her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the doorknob. She took another deep breath, as if preparing herself for whatever she might find inside. With a hesitant push, the door creaked open, and she slipped inside, her senses immediately enveloped by the familiar scent of Sebastian's space.The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a lamp casting shadows along the walls. Rose's gaze scanned the room, her eyes falling upon Sebastian's large wardrobe. A flicker of determination crossed her features as she walked over to it. She fumbled with the handles of th
Rose stepped into the mansion, her heart still racing from the recent phone call with Sebastian. The weight of the situation was almost suffocating, and all she wanted was a moment to gather her thoughts. She entered her room, her steps silent on the plush carpet. As she closed the door behind her, a sense of isolation settled in.The room felt both familiar and foreign at the same time. It was a place where she should have found comfort, but now it seemed tainted by the secrets that had been unveiled. She looked around, her eyes taking in the elegant furniture, the soft lighting, and the delicate decorations that once held some pleasant memories. Now, everything seemed different.With a deep breath, Rose pulled out her phone and dialed Emily's number. The call rang for a few moments before Emily's voice greeted her on the other end."Hey, Rose! What's up?" Emily's cheerful tone was a stark contrast to the turmoil that R