When Paige returned and informed William who was sitting at the head of the table that Rose said she'd be out soon, he nodded his head and waved Paige off.However, Beatrice couldn't help but frown at Paige's report. ‘Why do I feel something is off? What is that brat plotting?’ she thought.And just like she suspected, ten minutes passed and Rose hadn't come down yet to the dining room. Rose, who had already been done in her room, purposely stayed back and patiently waited for ten minutes to pass before she got up from the chair and headed outside.Just when she was going downstairs, she heard the sound of laughter and lively chatters from the people downstairs. She didn't need to be told who's voice they were. At the same time, William was about to call one of the maids and have to go and call Rose again but paused when he heard footsteps descending the stairs.Rose scanned the entire dining room with her usual lifeless eyes, she saw Sophia who was brimming with smile, Beatrice, wh
Rose smiled at her father, before replying. “Really? Something happened? What happened, father?" She asked, faining cluelessness about it even though she already knew what was happening. ‘This damn, sly, cunning vixen.’ Beatrice caused inwardly. Already believing that it was Rose's fault, William glowered at Rose. "Rose, since you don't know what happened, I will tell you. You upset your mum yesterday, so apologize to her right now.” William demanded. ‘Huh. Aren't you so blind? Why do you believe whatever your cunning mistress says?’ Rose almost rolled her eyes at William. She found his behavior so irritating that it suddenly triggered a memory she had buried. Just four months after her mother tragically died, her father married Beatrice (now Mrs. Gray.) and her two children, Sophia and her younger brother, moved in. She was shocked to see how her father was so quick to marry another woman but what she found shocking was the fact that Sophia was only a year younger than her,
"That can't be possible! What about your studies? It would be hard to enroll you into a school now that the school examination is approaching. It would be hard for you to keep up.” William said, slamming his hand on the table. "I thought I told you that you can only come back home permanently if you graduate high school? But that's not the case now, even if you want to come back to school here, you should return back to abroad for now and finish your school examination. Then next term, I will surely change your school and you can come back home if that's what you want." He added after calmly himself. He had almost lost it when he heard Rose earlier. However, before Rose could reply to her father, Beatrice quickly cut into the conversation. “Honey, what do you mean we can't do something about her enrollment. It's a good thing that Rose had decided to stay with us, that way I can even bond very well with my daughter. " Beatrice clasped her hand together in excitement and looked at
Meanwhile, Rose lay on the bed, her mind preoccupied with thoughts, her heart filled with rage. ‘You all think I'm your puppet—you manipulative murderers. Well! Let's see!’They had successfully awakened her revengeful motives. Anyone that had harmed her mother and her (in her previous life) would never be spared. Anyone.But what should she do?She did not have the network, money, nor power. How was she going to compete against her father, who had everything she lacked?She needed to plan carefully. But for now, she knew she had to stay alive until at least when she got to twenty years old as that was when she could inherit the money from her grandfather. She needed that money to win the battle. Thanks to Sophia, she finally knew that she did have properties from her mother and grandfather. According to what she heard, she had officially inherited the property at the age of twenty. However, she could only have assets to have of the property as she would have full assets on all the p
“I'm sorry. I should have called you when I arrived but I was busy taking care of some business. Sorry, for making you worry so much." Rose finally spoke in a soft, regretful voice. She herself wasn't sure why she sounded regretful. Is it the fact that she is regretful about the past or was it the fact that she is regretful for making Alisa worried?Alisa's eyes widened when she heard Rose. This is the first time she would ever hear Rose sound like this in all the years they've known each other. “It- it's okay, I'm no longer angry. Now that I've heard your voice I'm at peace. However, you've spent a week there, when did you plan to come back?” she asked. Rose paused when she heard Alisa's question. That right she was supposed to return back but she hadn't informed Alisa of her change of decision. Thinking about it, she was a bit hesitant to tell her because she didn't know how she'd react.“Hey, why are you quiet? Don't tell me you still want to stay back. We have an examination com
“So this was what she was talking about. Aunty has a weird way of passing on messages." Rose mumbled under her breath when she remembered what Paige had told her before she left the room.She stared at the red box and suddenly recalled something. In her past life, she remembered having this same box in her possession before losing it again. She had kept her promise to not open the box until she was older in her past life. However, the day she planned to open the box to see what was in it, Sophia had barged into her room. When she saw the red box in Rose's hand she quickly snatched it from Rose claiming that Rose should give her the box thinking it was expensive jewelry that was in it.The matter had caused a small argument between Rose and Sophia because she didn't want to let go of it since it was the last thing her mother gave her. However, when William got home that day and Beatrice told him what happened, he called Rose and ordered her to give the box to Sophia. Even though it
If only she had gotten the chance to see this message from her mother in the past, maybe, just maybe she wouldn't have died so pathetically on her wedding anniversary night. It was only when she felt a teardrop fall on the back of her hand did she snap out of it. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she grabbed the second black envelope and opened it. She was taken aback by surprise when she saw two Gold credit cards with different bank names written on it. Her mother had actually prepared money for her incase she needed some money before she inherited her property. And here she was thinking how broke she was a few minutes ago.“Haha, isn't this too nice of you, mom? That's right, I will become a stronger and more powerful woman than you can even imagine, mom. Just wait and see how I deal with those traitors. I've failed you once, but I won't this time around. Thank you for this second chance.” Rose mumbled under her breath, a wide smile appeared on her face. "Now, all I
The reason why she was trying to convince Rose not to take the exam was because she had a bad feeling that Rose might do well with the exam. And if rumors that the first young Miss of the Gray family pass one of the best school examinations with just two days of studying it would elevate Rose's reputation and that is what she is trying to avoid.Normally if Rose hadn't said she would take the exam, her plan was to spread rumors that Rose was unable to pass the examination and the Gray family had to use their reputation to help her get admitted. It would surely make people view Rose as a dumb and dull student which would ruin her reputation.“If that's your worry, Stepmother, you have nothing to worry about. I will definitely not let you down." Rose assured Beatrice confidently.‘Of course, I will not let you down. I will make sure to succeed, which is your greatest fear.’ she grinned at her own thoughts.“But-" “Now that it's confirmed that I will change schools, I will take my leave
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