Meanwhile, what was happening in the CEO’s office of the Grays Corporation was a complete mess. Ever since the news had burst out, William was scratching his head with both hands, suffering from a terrible headache. It was too sudden and unexpected. His phone constantly kept ringing as requests for interviews, statements, damage control. He was on edge, pacing back and forth, his jaw clenched. The room was thick with tension.“Mr. Gray, CWAY News wants to interview you.”“Newsbreaker Company, Scoopley TV…” His secretary’s voice droned on, each outlet wanting a comment, a reaction.William's patience snapped. He grabbed an ashtray and hurled it across the room, his voice a furious roar. "Tell them no! Leave it to PR. I'm not dealing with this trivia thing!"Without uttering another word, the secretary slipped out of the office, he couldn’t help thinking to himself. Trivia?This isn’t just some minor PR problem, Mr. Gray. This is a nightmare. The brutal beating, the indifference, the
The weight of the situation pressed on him like a crushing tide. The company’s reputation, carefully built over decades, was crumbling before his eyes. This wasn’t just a bad day—it was the worst disaster the company had ever faced.The shrill ring of the phone cut through the silence, further fraying William’s nerves. He ignored it, leaning back in his chair, utterly defeated. But his reprieve was short-lived. A soft knock at the door drew his attention.His secretary peeked in, her voice hesitant. “Mr. Gray, Mr. Jones and Mr. Bill are here to see you.”William’s jaw clenched. Brian Jones and Donald Bill were among the most demanding members of the board. They were notorious for their stinginess and narrow-mindedness, but under these circumstances, they were the last people he could afford to upset.“Send them in,” he said, forcing a smile onto his face.Brian, thin and sharp-eyed, strode in first, followed by the larger and more imposing Donald. Both men looked furious.“William, wh
Donald shook his head, unconvinced. “It’s not just Victor. It’s your whole family, William. That video—it’s horrendous. You wouldn't believe that my wife cried when she saw it. Do you realize how this makes us look?” He said, his displeasure evident in his voice.Brian chimed in, his tone biting. “That's true. Besides, Rose, she is your own daughter. How could you let something like that happen to her? Even a stranger would have been treated better. It’s beyond cruel.”William’s fists clenched under the table, but his voice remained steady. “I love my daughter,” he said, though the words sounded hollow, even to himself.Donald let out a sarcastic laugh. ‘Geez, admitting it would be better than that foolish lie. Even a deaf person would tell how your words are contorted with lies.’ “Love? Come on, William. The video speaks for itself. Your wife Beatrice just stood there and watched, and your daughter Sophia didn’t lift a finger to help. If this is love, I’d hate to see what neglect lo
Anderson Ancestral MansionThe study room’s atmosphere shifted abruptly, as though an unseen storm had descended upon it. The once calm and serene space grew heavy, an oppressive tension filling the air. An unnatural chill settled in, biting at the skin, despite the air conditioner being lifeless and still. The space, once warm and inviting, now felt cold and foreboding, as though a dark presence had invaded.Sitting behind the massive desk, Frank Anderson was the epicenter of the tension. His sharp gray eyes remained fixed on the laptop screen, where a trending video played.Bang!Frank’s hand slammed down on the desk, the sharp sound reverberating through the room. His face twisted in fury as he paused the video, unable to bear another second of watching. The clip showed Rose, his granddaughter, being brutally beaten, her helpless state etched into his mind. She was the granddaughter he had long yearned for, only to discover her subjected to such abuse.“That damned Gray family! I w
In the heart of the bustling city, the King’s Conglomerate towering building gleamed under the midday sun. The gold-coated letters of the company name shone brightly on the façade, a testament to the success of one of the most powerful corporations in the region.On the 90th floor, Alexander King sat at his massive desk, surrounded by a pristine, sunlit office. The panoramic windows overlooked the city skyline, but his attention was focused entirely on the stack of documents before him. His sharp, handsome features were set in concentration as he worked, unaware of the time passing.The door opened with a casual push, and two familiar handsome men strode in like they owned the place. One had a calmer expression while the other one had his grin as wide as ever. These two men were none other than Edward and Christopher. Without hesitation, Edward walked towards the couch in the office and sat down, while Chris walked directly towards Alex and perched on the edge of Alex's desk. “Alex, i
Edward turned off the TV quickly, still startled by Alex's reaction. He had seen Alex angry before, but this was different, fiercer, more personal. “Is this why Nicholas isn't answering my calls earlier?" Chris asked, remembering how Nicholas was hanging up his calls and when he called his secretary, he was told Nicholas was attending to some issues.“It could be. How can the Gray family do.this to their own daughter? I can't begin to imagine the expression Nicholas would have when he sees the cousin he just met being brutalized." Edwards replied and his gaze fell on Alex whose expression remained terrifying. It was because they were his friends that's why they were able to withstand his dangerous aura a bit.However, as more time.is passes the more unbearable he becomes. It would be better if he just lash out than just glaring dangerous at the poor TV.“Alex,” he said carefully, “let’s go eat. Clear your head.”Alex ignored him, grabbing the phone instead. His voice was icy as he b
Meanwhile, Rose stayed in her room, untouched by the chaos around her. Beatrice was exhausted, trying to have some quiet time from her two spoiled children and had no time for Rose. The only one that would go into Rose's room was Paige and the housemaid, bringing food and drinks regularly. She relished the silence, her mind calm and calculating.She also gets a little bit of information on his devastated Beatrice and her kids from Paige who always makes sure to come to her room.Let them suffer, she thought, a faint smile curling her lips.You all deserve this. Every bit of it.Her heart swelled with satisfaction. In her past life, she had endured their cruelty, their indifference, their disdain. Now, she was beginning to see justice unfold.‘This is just the start. You’ll all pay for what you’ve done. Every last one of you will regret the way you treated me.’ she vowed silently.Although everyone thought she was just sitting in her room doing nothing, actually she was the one control
…………..A while later.Rose stretched and yawned as she turned off the TV. She had just finished binge-watching her favorite drama and was ready for a nap. She mentally counted the days since the incident with Victor. It had been long enough for the storm to gain momentum, and she knew it wouldn’t subside anytime soon. Just as she settled into her bed, a soft knock startled her. She sat up, her calm demeanor intact.“Come in,” she said evenly, already guessing who it might be as she sat back on her bed.The door opened, and her father, William, walked in. His usual confident air had been replaced with a heavy, exhausted gait. His face was lined with worry as he slowly took a seat by her bed.“Father, is something wrong? You don't look well." Rose tilted her head and asked innocently. Despite the fact that she had been staying in her room, she knew exactly what was happening at home and with the company. “Rose, our company is in trouble,” he began, his voice burdened. “The stock p
However, amidst their yelling, Karen wasn’t done. “Let's not pretend you’re here because you care about my Rose. I don't care much about high society but I have enough information to know that you and Beatrice are never friends and you just proved me right. You saw a chance to use my Rose to humiliate Beatrice in public. But the truth is—Beatrice doesn’t even see you as a rival. You’re not a threat to her. You’re just a footnote.” That did it. Even though Karen didn't like Beatrice, she had to use her as a weapon to damage Margret. And it was true in some ways, Beatrice never saw Margaret as a rival and that was why she left her off. Beatrice is more cunning and has better things to do than Margret. On the other hand, Margaret’s face turned red, her voice rising. “You arrogant little—! Who the hell do you think you are to speak to me like that?!” “I’m someone you should’ve never insulted,” Karen replied coolly. “Especially not in front of witnesses.” “You're such a bitch! You even
Karen returned with graceful steps, wiping her hands with a silk handkerchief as she approached the table—only to stop mid-step at the sight before her. Three women, overdressed and oozing fake charm, surrounded Rose, who looked irritated and uncomfortable. Karen’s expression hardened immediately. “Is there a problem here?” Karen asked smoothly as she walked up to the table, though her voice was laced with sharpness. Margaret immediately changed her facial expression as she turned without even bothering to look properly. “Oh, relax. We’re just having a friendly chat. Nothing that concerns—” She paused, eyes scanning Karen lazily. Then scoffed. “Oh. You’re the lady that was with her earlier?” Margaret blinked, her voice condescending. “How… quaint. Let me guess—you’re her assistant or... manager?” Rose blinked, trying not to laugh. It was obvious now that these women were actually dumb. Even if Karen is not well known amongst the high socialist thanks to the fact that she lives t
From across the room, Margaret Pezz had been watching like a hawk. Dressed in an ivory designer set and dripping in gold jewelry, Margaret whispered something to her friends, eyes gleaming. With Karen out of the way, it was time to make her move. She strutted over, her heels clicking arrogantly against the marble. Two overdressed women followed her like loyal shadows. “Roseline, darling!” Margaret said with feigned delight, placing a hand on the back of Rose’s chair as if they were long-lost friends. “I couldn’t believe it was you! You look absolutely radiant in person.” Rose looked up slowly from the food menu she was still checking out, expression unreadable. “Do I know you?” Margaret laughed, her voice grating. “Oh, we haven’t officially met. I’m Margaret Pezz—a very close friend of Beatrice, your stepmother.” The moment she said Beatrice’s name, Rose’s expression soured. Margaret noticed and quickly backtracked, playing both sides. “But honestly dear, I never liked the way
The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of the Anderson estate, bathing the grand dining hall in a warm glow. Rose sat at the breakfast table, quietly sipping her tea as Anne and Karen conversed about an upcoming events. "You should get some fresh air today," Anne suggested, eyeing Rose over her cup of coffee. Karen nodded in agreement. "Actually, I was thinking of taking her out. Just a small outing—maybe some shopping, a café stop. What do you think, Rose?" Rose blinked, caught off guard. "Shopping?" "Yes," Karen said with a small smile. "You could use a few new things, and a change of scenery might be nice." Rose hesitated. She wasn’t exactly the type to enjoy aimless shopping trips at the moment, but the way Anne and Karen were looking at her told her this was more than just a casual suggestion. It was their way of trying to spend time with her. And truthfully, a part of her was beginning to appreciate the warmth they offered. "Alright," she finally agreed.
Later that evening, Rose wandered through the grand hallways of the Anderson estate, her footsteps light against the polished floors. She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to leave the comfort of her room, but something about the quiet atmosphere of the night made her restless. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of her grandfather's study. Hesitating for only a moment, she knocked lightly. "Come in," came the deep, commanding voice from inside. Rose pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding Frank seated at a massive mahogany desk, a glass of whiskey beside him. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the shelves lined with books and relics of the past. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, not looking up as he finished scribbling on a document. "Something like that," Rose admitted, stepping closer. Frank gestured to the chair across from him. "Sit." She did, expecting the usual quiet company they sometimes shared. But instead of returning to his work, Frank pulled o
The next day, Rose sat in the sunroom with Anne, sipping tea while flipping through an old book she had pulled from the family’s extensive library. The warm golden light streamed through the glass walls, casting soft shadows across the polished floor. Anne, ever the poised and graceful matriarch, studied her granddaughter with sharp yet affectionate eyes. "Are you comfortable, dear?" Rose glanced up from her book. "Yes, Grandmother. More comfortable than I expected to be." A rare, approving smile graced Anne's lips. "Good. You should feel at home here." Before Rose could respond, Karen entered the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "Ah, perfect. You're both here," she said, taking a seat across from Rose. Anne arched her brow. "You sound suspiciously excited. What are you up to, my dear?" Karen smirked, “Yes, I'm excited, mother because I have some nice news for Rose.” she said then turned to Rose. "I had a little chat with Headmistress Moore this morning. She ag
Dinner continued with casual conversation, and despite how formal the Anderson household could seem, the atmosphere wasn’t tense. After finishing her meal, Rose excused herself, but before she could leave, Leo grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?" Rose gave him a pointed look. "To see Grandfather." Leo blinked in surprise but quickly masked it. He let go of her wrist and shrugged. "Suit yourself. Just don’t stay up too late." Rose shook her head and walked off. However, she didn't head straight to meet Frank, she made a quick stop at the kitchen. Frank’s study was dimly lit, the faint scent of aged paper and cedarwood clinging to the air. He sat behind his desk, flipping through a thick folder of documents. A soft knock echoed through the room. “Come in,” Frank’s voice called out, calm but firm. The door opened and Rose stepped inside, carrying a polished tray with a single porcelain teacup. She closed the door behind her with a quiet click. Frank looked up and paused, ey
“What’s going on here?” Rose’s voice was calm but firm as she stepped forward, her sharp gaze sweeping over the tension-filled scene. She had spotted the standoff the moment she entered the stall. Sandra turned to her, arms crossed. “Oh, perfect timing. This girl thinks staring at a snack means she owns it.” The girl scoffed when she heard Sandra’s explanation. “And this girl thinks she can just take whatever she wants.” The vendor, seeing Rose enter the conversation, looked relieved. “Miss, maybe you can help settle this?” Rose exhaled, her gaze flickering between them before settling on the other girl with calm finality. “If you really wanted it, you should have asked the vendor to hold it for you. Since you didn’t, I don’t see why this is even an argument.” The girl frowned, seemingly unprepared for someone to shut down the situation with pure logic instead of fueling the fight. One of her friends stepped up, opening her mouth to say something, but Rose’s voice cut through th
After finishing their meal, the group began heading back to their private room when Sandra suddenly stopped. “You guys go ahead. Kehlani and I need to grab something real quick.” Kaleb raised a brow at her. “What is it?” “A snack I saw earlier,” Sandra replied, waving him off. “It won’t take long.” Austin sighed but didn’t argue. “Fine, just don’t get into trouble.” Leo glanced at Rose, but before he could say anything, she spoke first. “I’ll catch up with you. I want to check something at the next stall too.” Leo narrowed his eyes but didn’t question her, since he knew she wouldn’t tell him what it was. “Are you sure you don't want me to come along? The last thing I need is you getting lost.” He asked which earned him a glare from Rose. “I will be fine without you. And I will also catch up with both Sandra and Kehlani, ” She replied. Seeing that she wouldn’t let him go with her, he finally relented. “Don’t take too long.” With that, the three boys walked off, leaving the girl