“Um….. I have already paid off the money you owe those people so you can rest assured that they wouldn't disturb you or your business from now on.” She snapped out her little thought and informed Maya. Maya's eyes widened in surprise when she heard Rose. Originally, when Luthor and Amelia came to announce their presence, she hadn't been patient enough to listen to any explanation and rushed outside to come and see Rose. She turned to look at Luthor and Amelia. "You wouldn't listen when I tried to tell you.” Luthor also added. "R-rose, how…... .how can I repay you for this great assistance you've rendered to us. We just met you for the first time and you're already helping us like this. Thank you, thank you so much." Maya eyes filled with tears she bowed at Rose who frowned at the gesture and quickly lifted Maya's body up. “You don't have to do that. Besides, I have known your son for a couple of days now and he turned out to be a very good and trustworthy youngman. There is only o
“What are you talking about? I will definitely work harder to pay you back the money……” " Stop being stubborn, because you know I'm right. Besides, there is no harm in receiving help from someone powerful once in a while.” Rose suddenly cut him off. Her words suddenly killed Luthor's determination. She was right, he knew he can't pay her all of the money but he wanted to try. However, it seems like even a little girl he had met for only a few days also knew how pathetic he was. Rose raised her head up from the window and glanced at Luthor's expression through the rearview mirror. " But if you so badly want to pay me back I know of a way you can.” She slowly added with the corner of her lips raised. Luthor's expression suddenly brightened when he heard her and quickly turned to look at her. There was a way! " What……" “Please focus on the road!" Before he could finish his sentence, Rose yelled at him to face the road back when she saw how he turned to look at her. Even if she was
He knew Rose wasn't an evil person judging by the days he spent with her. It's just that she seems to be out on a dangerous mission and was ready to use anyone and anything to accomplish that mission. She might look young but he knew she was hiding a secret from everyone but that wasn't his concern as long as she didn't harm him and his family he would continue to see her as a mature young girl. In fact he has been viewing her as a younger sister in his mind, but he was curious about one thing. Why? Why was she helping his family? “Now, now, what is your decision?” Rose suddenly asked. “I will take up your offer to be your personal…..driver. However, I have a question to ask before I fully agree to it.” Luthor finally replied. He needed to satisfy his curiosity and be sure of what he was getting into with Rose. Rose raised a brow when she heard him. What did he want to know? “Alright, I'm listening.” She replied with a nod of her head, wondering what Luthor has to say to her. “Wh
“My question is what do you see in me and my family to keep helping us? I obviously have nothing that someone like you would want, so you must have seen something in either me or my family that you can benefit from. What is your real purpose and mission?” Luthor stated the obvious and asked so that she wouldn’t use something else as an excuse. “Like you said yourself, I don’t render help for free. And you’re about to guess the kind of person that I am, but there is a slight mistake you are making. I’m a business woman and I invest in things that would earn me more money and power in the future. In your case, it might seem like I’m the only one going to benefit from this but you and your family are going to be enjoying the bigger part of it. The benefit I'm earning from helping your family isn’t money.” Rose replied back to him. “Are you investing in my family?” Luthor connected the dots of what she really meant and asked. This just made him even more scared to mess with Rose if his
“We didn’t have proper evidence and strong backing.” Luthor replied.“Hmmm….. That could be a side reason. The real reason was money and power. You don’t fucking need an evidence to destroy someone’s life. First of all, your family has no money to get a proper lawyer for the case, you guys have no money to fund the case, those were your flaws. The company in charge of the contract was a big corporation, even if they knew that your father was being framed after listening to the evidence you provided. They surely wouldn’t want to lose face and have to apologize to a small construction company because of the mistake of their general manager. The judge in charge of the case has also been settled properly so no matter what evidence you have to prove your father’s innocence was completely useless.” Rose explained to Luthor as if she was present when the whole incident happened. Luthor just stared at her in awe and admiration. She was a real genius than he actually thought. “But the company
She didn't realize that when she was talking earlier, her expression had really darkened into a murderous one. Luthor could sense pure hatred and killing intent when she talked about serving justice to the people who harmed her. It seems clear to him now that she was out of payback or something. “I'm confident and sure of you and your family that you guys won't let my investment go to waste so let's just go along with that answer and don't question me any further.” Rose remarked, waving her hand casually signaling him to not ask any more questions. “The more time you spend with me, the more you would know about Roseline Gray." She added. Luthor paused his lips in order to shut up because he had already gotten enough answers to most of his questions even though he still had more to ask. “Fine, I would agree to be your personal driver until I pay back the money you paid for my mom's debt. I would have to think carefully about what you just told me about helping my family." He said.
Earlier when they left Cobra's place, Rose had told both she and Luthor in the car when they were heading back to the shop to keep her from buying the entire Azure Prime Property Managements and her becoming the new chairwoman a secret. She even told them to not tell Maya and if Maya asked them how they sorted the matter, they should tell their mother that Rose was just able to pay back the money which Maya would believe because she was aware of Rose's background. Rose knew that Maya's attitude toward her would change, she had barely gotten Maya to address her casually and it could change if she knew Rose was the new chairwoman of Azure Prime Property Managments. Amelia was not slow witted to not figure out that Rose has an hidden agenda apart from her family background. No matter how Influential Gray family might be, they don't possess that kind of connection to do what Rose did. “It has nothing to do with you guys' age and her family status has nothing to do with what I'm saying
“You guys have really cleared this place up. It looks almost the way it was before." Luthor remarked as he strolled over to where his family were sitting. “What are you doing here, brother?” Amelia was the first person to ask while looking at Luthor.“Didn’t say you would be returning back later? This isn’t the usual time you always come back. Did something happen? What about Rose? Has she arrived back home safely?” Unlike Amelia who just asked one question, Maya fired questions at Luthor one after the other without giving him the chance to reply to Amelia's question. “Woah, mom, at this rate you’re going to bury big brother with questions without giving him the chance to reply.” Simon was the one who remarked, making Maya realize that Luthor had not been able to answer any of her questions. It was because she was too worried that something had happened that’s why she was unable to control the way she questioned Luthor. “Thank you, Simon. You’re the only one who realizes the kind o
---The press conference was held at the luxurious Riverview Grand Hotel, a venue known for hosting high-profile events. The large conference room was packed to capacity with journalists, photographers, and reporters from various media, all eager to catch a glimpse of the trending Gray family.As soon as Rose entered the room with William, Beatrice, Victor, and Sophia, the reporters surged forward like a swarm of hungry predators."Roseline Gray, what’s your opinion on the recent video?""Roseline Gray, how do you feel about being attacked by your half-brother Victor Gray?""This isn’t the first time, is it? Why have you stayed silent about the abuse?""Your father didn’t defend you—have you ever resented him for it?""How do you feel about the way your stepmother treats you?""Doesn’t your stepsister Sophia support you either? Do you feel completely isolated?""Roseline Gray, I heard you came back to the country, so what did you do to be beaten up by your step brother?”Question afte
………The next day, Rose dressed carefully for the press conference. She applied a touch of makeup to cover her bruises, though some marks were still visible. She chose a white summer dress, its delicate design giving her an air of fragility.When she descended the stairs, Beatrice was waiting, her irritation evident as Rose had made them for a long time on purpose.“Why are you wearing that? Pick a brighter color! You look better in something cheerful. And put more makeup on!” Beatrice protested as she scanned what Rose was wearing.‘What is she trying to do? Is she trying to look weak on purpose?’ Beatrice fumed internally. ‘This conference is meant to prove the video was false, not the opposite! If anything bad happens to my son, you’ll pay for it!’ she seethed.Rose’s eyes filled with tears as she replied meekly, “Dr. Noah said makeup could cause scarring if applied before my cuts heal. But I thought it would look too obvious without anything, so I used a little to cover most of the
They began the game in silence, the soft clink of chess pieces the only sound. Frank’s moves were calculated, deliberate, but he quickly realized Rose wasn’t an easy opponent. Her strategy was sharp, her responses precise, and it wasn’t long before she had him on the defensive.Frank leaned back in his chair, studying the board with newfound respect. “You’re quite skilled. Your mother must have been an excellent teacher.”“She was,” Rose replied, her tone tinged with fondness. “She always said chess was like life. Every move matters, and you have to think several steps ahead.”Frank nodded, his expression thoughtful. “A wise woman. And what have you learned from this game?”Rose paused, a small smile playing on her lips. “That you’re cautious but adaptable. You test your opponent before committing to a strategy.”Frank raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Well observed. You’ve got a sharp mind, Rose. A rare gift.”“Thank you,” Rose said, warmth creeping into her voice.As the game p
Rose smiled, caught between the two. “I… I didn’t mean to start a competition!” she said, laughing lightly.Frank chuckled and placed a hand on Anne’s shoulder. “It’s not a competition, dear,” he said softly, his voice carrying a reassuring note. “Let her call us whatever she feels comfortable with.”Anne smiled, the playful edge fading. “Well, as long as she knows I’m the most important one,” she said with a wink.Julian laughed, crossing his arms and leaning back casually. “I’ll tell you what Rose, in order to soften the situation. It would be best if you call mom ‘Grandma’ and father ‘Grandfather,’ Deal?”Rose laughed, feeling the warmth of their banter. “Deal!” she said, her heart lightened by the playful atmosphere. She totally forgot that she felt stiffened up earlier.“Well,” she said, giving Anne a quick hug, “I’ll call you Grandma, if you prefer that. I just... I think it slipped out. It feels right.”Anne’s face softened, her smile returning. “Of course, darling. I suppose
*********The grandeur of the Anderson Ancestral home was as breathtaking as ever, with its ornate architecture and sprawling gardens. Though Rose had visited before, this time felt different. It wasn’t a casual visit—it was her escape, her refuge after the chaos at the Gray mansion.Julian guided her inside, where Frank and Anne Anderson awaited in the living room. Despite the familiarity, Rose still felt a twinge of hesitation as she approached them.“Rose, my darling,” Anne said warmly, pulling her into a gentle hug. Her soft hair brushed against Rose’s cheek as she held her close. “I’ve been worried about you. I’m so glad you’re here now.”“Thank you, Grandma,” Rose replied, her voice steady though her heart fluttered at the kindness."My goodness, how on earth did you end up in this state? How dare William Gray let his incompetent fool do this to my precious child? Does he have a death wish?" Anne fumed, her voice trembling with rage. Though most of the wounds were finally heali
Rose, who heard Beatrice’s voice paused and looked at Beatrice, her expression blank but her posture poised.Beatrice clasped her hands together, her tone pitiful. “Rose, I… I know I’ve made mistakes. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have let things get so out of hand. Please, don’t leave. We’re family. Let me make it up to you. What would the people say if they knew you left home?”‘Tsk, you're still worried about your safety and reputation.’ Rose scoffed.Her gaze fixed on Beatrice. She tilted her head slightly, her tone soft and innocent. “Oh, Mother, I don’t blame you at all. It wasn’t your fault. These things just… happen.”Beatrice’s eyes widened, taken aback by Rose’s response. “I—I’ll do better, I swear. I’ll talk to Victor, and we’ll make this right. You don’t need to go.”Rose offered a small, sweet smile. “You’re too kind, mother, But Uncle Julian is right—I need a change of scenery. It’s not about you. I just need a little time to heal.”Beatrice reached for her hand, h
---The Gray mansion loomed under the overcast sky, its towering structure a stark reminder of the battles fought within its walls. Two days had passed since Rose signed the contract, transferring her shares to William. But her mind was far from defeated. She had called her uncle, Julian Anderson, with one clear directive: take her out of this house.As the sleek black car pulled up to the grand entrance, William stood at the threshold, his expression unreadable but his stance stiff with tension. Julian stepped out, his tailored suit and confident demeanor a sharp contrast to William’s simmering hostility.“Julian,” William greeted, his voice laced with forced politeness. “What brings you here today?”Julian’s gaze swept over William coldly. “I’m here for Rose.”William’s jaw tightened. “Rose is perfectly fine where she is.”Julian smirked, his sharp features hardening. “Fine? Is that what you call being bitten by your son? Victor’s behavior was barbaric. She’s covered in bruises, an
‘My wife is right. She's changed. She's plotting something,’ William thought, his suspicions solidifying."So, she’s put her guard up against me," he muttered in a tone only he can hear, his expression darkening. If that’s the case, I’ll have to get rid of her soon.But the tens of billions he craved wouldn’t be his until Rose turned twenty.Rose felt the sudden wave of hostility radiating from her father and shivered. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do, even to his own daughter, to get what he wants. She was certain of it.That was the real William Carter: calculating and ruthless. With no power, money, or connections of her own, Rose wasn’t a threat to him—yet. But her time for revenge hadn’t come, and until then, she had no choice but to play along.Quickly, she donned a sweet smile and replied in her softest voice, "You’re my dad. There’s no need to borrow anything. Whatever you need, I’m happy to give it to you and help in any way I can."Her thoughts told a different story. This is
"Father?!" William snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Rose's voice next to him. Rose frowned at the way William jolted at her words. It's obvious he was daydreaming, but the fact that he was wasting her time was even more annoying to her.“Do you have something else to.say?" She asked.For a moment, as though remembering his true purpose for coming, he cleared his throat and turned to look at her properly.“There’s something I need to ask you, Rose.” He hesitated, his tone softening. “Do you remember the 10% shares your grandfather gifted you? I need you to lend them to me. It’s critical for stabilizing the company. I promise, once we get through this tough time, I’ll return them to you.”The words landed exactly as Rose had expected. She had been waiting for this moment.When she was born, her grandfather had gifted her 10% of the company’s shares—a sizable stake, even by Gray standards. Those shares had remained untouched, protected by a clause that prevented their use unti