“No! What are you apologizing and talking about?" Maya waved her hand at Luthor and asked. She didn't understand the reason why he was apologizing to her. “Weren't you angry at the job he got?" Amelia was the one who asked her mother. She was pleased with what Luthor said when he said he got the job from Rose, but she had noticed the change in their mother's mood and thought she didn't really like it. “Why would I be angry when your brother got a job better than the one he had before? I'm happy to hear it. I was just thinking about how Rose has been such a heaven sent angel to this family." Maya replied sincerely. Why would she be mad? Her son got to be the personal driver of the daughter of the Gray family's oldest daughter. She knew how much trouble one would have to go through if they wanted that job but the person who needed the driver asked her son to be her driver and even asked him to be her personal driver rather than just a regular driver. This was a great improvement in th
She briefly replayed everything that had happened today, all the way from the incident at Maya’s restaurant, her encounter with Cobra who she didn’t know existed until she met him today, her new business which she bought today and finally her hiring Luthor as her personal driver and telling him about her investment in his family. “I hope he doesn’t disappoint me and give a positive response tomorrow,” She muttered gently before sitting up on her bed and grabbing her laptop. Even though she had a really long day, her work for today wasn’t done yet. She had asked Luthor to come tomorrow so that she can buy the car he would use to drive her, she knew it might get dramatic as well tomorrow so she decided to prepare for it. After tying a few things on her laptop, she grabbed her phone and dialed Nancy’s number. She knew it was a bit late in the night but she had no choice but to call Nancy because she needed her help and she was the only person she could think of at the moment. “Hello R
Meanwhile, Luthor was lying face up on his bed in his room. He was staring up at the ceiling as he mind was occupied with different thoughts. He had only told Maya about the job offer Rose gave him but skipped the part where she said she wanted to invest in their family and would help them release their father. He wasn’t sure how Maya would take this matter so he chose to not tell her yet. He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on his room door. “Come in.” He answered and the door pushed open as Amelia strutted into the room. “Mia, it's you? What brought you here?” Luthor asked as he adjusted to a sitting position on the bed when he saw his younger sister in his room. “Well, I came to see you.” Amelia replied casually as she walked over to the bed and sat down by the edge of it while looking at Luthor . “What happened? Is there something you want to tell me?” He asked with a raised brow. “I should be the one asking if there is anything you want to tell us?
*****The next day*******Rose walked out of her dressing room fully dressed in long black pants, black blouse and a long black and white stripes coat. She paired her outfit with a white sneakers and tied her hair into a low ponytail. Her dressing style looked mature and casual because she was an adult in mentality. After she was satisfied with her look, she grabbed her black backpack and strolled out of the room.It was the weekend, when she got downstairs, she wasn't surprised when she didn't see both Sofia and Beatrice again. The mother and daughter must have gone out again since they always have plans. This was how they treated her in her past life, leaving her alone at home and not bothering about. Well, Rose cared less about them now because she also has a place to be right now and her uber ride she had ordered was already waiting outside for her. “Young Miss, you're going out?" Paige asked when she saw how Rose was fully dressed in an outing outfit.“Yes. It's the weekend so I
Rose looked at Luthor as he gave the name of the car shop to the driver who nodded his head. It seems like she was right by asking Luthor to give the addresses. Not only because he was a taxi driver but also because he was a son of the Hoult family. They might be so wealthy but they were still a third-tier family in the past, meaning the son of such a family should have knowledge about places like this and she was right.“You've told Mrs. Maya about the job I offered you right, brother Luthor." Rose asked as she turned to look at Luthor.“Yes," Luthor calmly nodded his head.“Good. I wouldn't want her to be shocked when she finds out." Rose remarked with a relieved expression. “Is that all you're going to ask?" Luthor asked, expecting some more important questions from Rose.“Did you want me to ask more questions?" Rose raised her brow at him. She had an inkling what he meant but was going to act like she didn't.“Fine, since you want me to ask more questions, I would then. Was Mrs.
The moment both Rose and Luthor stepped into the car shop building, they were both blown away by shock and surprised with what they saw inside the building. Contrary to how the exterior of the building was huge, Rose expected the inside of the building to be big as well but this was beyond what her expectations was. They were both greeted by a very large and spacious interior. It was a large exhibition area and there were a lot of luxurious cars displayed of different sizes, brand names, shapes, colors. The lights in the building reflected off the body of cars and gave them a bit of glow. As she gazed at the scene in front of her, it was undeniable that someone like Rose who knew nothing about cars wouldn't be blown away. Even Luthor himself was, because this was the first time he would be entering and visiting a car shop like this. He had only heard about this place and decided to bring Rose here since there were good rumors surrounding this particular car shop that sells expensi
“Hmm." Rose hummed softly and turned to look at Luthor. " I think we should split up. Once you find a car suitable enough and expensive you can call me. We are not going for anything less but expensive cars.” She told Luthor who calmly nodded his head at her. " You go with the female attendant, I will go with the fine young man. We would be able to share the same thoughts as men.” Luthor told Rose as he glanced at Boyd, who was caught off guard. He felt an ominous feeling behind what Luthor said, giving the way Luthor narrowed his eyes at him. He might be dressed poorly, but he could sense danger around the man that had walked in with this beautiful young girl. Luthor had noticed how Boyd's eyes were on Rose the whole time, so he decided to have him by his side when Rose said they should split up. He felt more at ease if it was the female attendant that Rose was with rather than Boyd who was staring nonstop at her. “As you wish." Rose shrugged her shoulders casually before tu
He instantly recognized them, most especially the woman that was currently yelling at Luthor. She was one of the VIP clients in their stall and he hadn’t noticed her earlier with her friends. On the other hand, Luthor frowned at the way the woman yelled at him as if he was at fault. Normally, he wasn't supposed to apologize to the woman because despite the fact he wasn’t paying attention to the front, he was still walking in a proper way which was enough to not let him bump into anyone. Instead it was the woman who was at fault for not focusing on where she was going and bumped into him instead. Technically, she was the one who was supposed to apologize to him but he still chose to say sorry to her out of courtesy. Instead of letting it go she was yelling at him like it was his fault. “Why are you yelling at me when you’re the one who wasn’t paying attention to where you are going? Besides, you should be glad I didn’t demand an apology from you.” Luthor remarked, the frown on hi
"Shut up!” Victor snapped sharply, his voice quivering with rage. The injustice he felt burned like a firestorm inside him. “They beat me up! They should be begging for my forgiveness! I’m going to sue them all and throw them in jail!” His eyes blazed as he glared at the crowd, his words venomous. “How dare you mess with me? You’re all dead!” The crowd erupted into sneers and laughter. “If anything happens to us, the world will know it’s the Grays who did it,” someone retorted. “You’ll face justice soon enough.” Another voice chimed in, “Miss Rose Gray, it’s pointless to be kind to people like them. They don’t know the meaning of gratitude!” “They’re heartless,” a third agreed. “The more you tolerate them, the worse they’ll treat you.” “Some people are just born wicked,” an older man said, shaking his head. “Victor Gray is the perfect example.” Rose, standing at the center of the storm, glanced at Victor with a faint trace of pity. She sighed softly and said, “But he’s still my
The Gray couple stood devastated, their carefully constructed façade crumbling under the weight of the truth. William seemed to freeze, his face twitching with barely restrained fury. For a moment, he looked like a man teetering on the brink of madness. How can I possibly agree? Everyone is watching and listening. But those shares are mine. MINE. Rose kept her gaze fixed on the floor, her shoulders hunched like a frightened lamb. Her small frame trembled slightly, evoking pity from the onlookers. Poor girl. The crowd whispered amongst themselves. Born into wealth but treated like an outcast in her own family. Even her own father uses her without hesitation. Beatrice’s fists were clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Her mind was racing. No. We can’t give those shares back. They’re ours. Sophia’s and Victor’s future depend on them. She can’t take them from us! Sophia stood frozen, her face burning with suppressed anger. Yet, she dared not speak, remembering the backla
"How could a father steal from his own daughter? Or is she not even considered his daughter?” “Is the Gray Corporation really that desperate now?” Outraged whispers spread among the crowd. Some female reporters expressed their disgust. “Do you only see your son as your child? What about your daughter? This is outrageous!” Someone chimed in, “He surely cares for his daughter, it all just depends on which daughter you're referring to. And it's obvious that you mean Sophia. Look at her outfit! That dress alone is worth more than $100,000, and her jewelry must cost a fortune of a million. However , look at the poor Miss Roseline Gray…” All eyes turned to Rose, and the difference was undeniable. “My God, it seems like the ex-wife’s daughter hasn't been treated well.” “It’s clear who gets the love and resources in this family…” Beatrice Gray’s face tightened as she realized the shift in the room’s mood, but it was too late. Sophia, unable to contain her anger, stood up and snapped a
It was a speech prepared and arranged for Rose to deliver, and it would have sounded far more convincing if she had done so. However, Rose had stayed quiet the entire time, leaving William Gray with no choice but to do it himself."Fake? Photoshop? That’s the best explanation you can offer? Ridiculous! Do you think we’re so blind that we can’t tell the difference between fake and real? Does he truly think we’re stupid?"Some reporters exchanged skeptical glances, their pens pausing mid-sentence. The crowd seemed to share the same sentiment, murmuring in agreement, except for a small group of reporters.Before the other reporters had the chance to challenge him, a few voices rang out from the front row.“Mr. Gray is absolutely correct," one reporter said with exaggerated conviction. "The video lacks credibility. It's easy to manipulate footage these days, especially with advanced editing software."Another voice quickly added, "I agree. It’s well-edited, but if you look closely, you
---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