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
Rose knew this was bound to happen and was prepared for this reaction. And the reason was because she hadn't worn any makeup to conceal her beauty so everyone in the room was quickly captivated and mesmerized by her beauty. However, among the students murmuring, Rose felt a particular person among the students was staring at differently. She followed her instinct and saw a young boy staring intently at her. She narrowed her eyes at him seeing how he didn't flinch when their gaze met. Rose was pissed at the fact that he was staring at her, but the reason why she narrowed her gaze was because he had the same gray eyes like her. “What is causing you trouble in my class?" The teacher, who wasn't aware that Rose had entered his class as he was focused on what he was writing on the board, finally turned around to give a good scolding to his students to shut them up. However, he was shocked to see Rose in his class the moment he turned around. His eyes widened as gaze at the extremely go
She saw him leaning against the elevator wall with his hand tucked in the school pants pocket with a calm and aloof expression. Rose knew without being told that he was from a rich family but she was amazed seeing how he had almost similar expressions to her.“Why are you staring at me? Do I have something on my face?" The boy suddenly asked, noticing that Rose was gazing at him ever since they entered the elevator.“Nothing." Rose calmly replied as she turned to look away from him. However, she failed to notice the smirk on the boy's face.A few moments passed and no one said anything until the boy spoke again to break the silence. “Why are you here alone in the first place? Didn't you come here with someone?" He asked. Ever since she entered the classroom and he laid his eyes on her, he felt like Rose was familiar and his curiosity increased when he saw her having the same gray eyes like him. “I didn't come alone. My younger sister is a student in this school and she was supposed t
“Beatrice told me that you said you will take our school exam? Isn't that's why you're here?” Headmistress Moore quickly composed herself and got back to business. “Yes. I would like to start the exam now if you don't mind.” Rose said as she looked at the Headmistress. “Ah, yes. I will have them prepare the papers now. Please take a seat and wait." Headmistress Moore gestured to the couch in her office while she called her assistant desk number and gave a few instructions to her before hanging up. "Mr. Anderson, do you have some other business here in my office?” Headmistress Moore asked, turning her attention to the boy who had accompanied Rose. “No.” He curtly replied, still sitting down on the couch. Headmistress Moore eyed him. “You can go back to your class Mr. Anderson. Thank you for bringing Miss Rose here." She finally said, making sure she sounded as respectful as she could. Even if she was the headmistress of this academy, there are certain students she can't afford to
Mr. Hughes was taken aback by surprise when he heard Rose confirm it. However, he was more taken aback by the strange aura that surrounded her, she was acting way more than her age. “Mr. Hughes, since Miss Rose had already confirmed it, please take her to where she would be taking the exam.” Headmistress Moore decided to speak up seeing that the atmosphere was about to get more intense than she planned. She turned to look at Rose. “Mr. Hughes would be the one to be in charge of your exam, Miss Rose." " I-I understand Headmistress Moore. Miss Rose, please follow me." Mr. Hughes said nothing else and gestured to Rose to follow him. Just as Rose stood up from her seat, the boy who had been quiet since Mr. Hughes entered the office, also stood up. “Mr. Anderson, I don't think there is a need to follow them. I'm sure Mr. Hughes would take care of Miss Rose.” Headmistress Moore said when she saw him stand up as well. “I would like to follow her. Like I said I brought her here so she
Fifteen minutes later, Rose stood up from her seat with the question paper in her hand and walked towards where Mr. Hughes was standing and stretched the paper to him. “I'm done." She calmly told him. Mr. Hughes' eyes widened when he heard her. “A-are you sure? I mean you still have five minutes left, so you can cross check your work again." He said, glancing at the clock, seeing that there was still five minutes left before the one hour deadline he gave Rose to finish the question paper. “I know that, but I'm done answering the question and I don't need to recheck my answers.” Rose replied with an innocent expression on her face. She didn't understand why Mr. Hughes was telling her that she still had more time when she knew that. ‘Is this spoiled brat kidding me right now? How can you answer all that question in just fifteen minutes.’ Mr. Hughes thought, but he couldn't say anything and just collected the paper from Rose. “In that case, you can return back to the headmistress of
Hearing her, Rose said nothing and stood up from her seat walking towards the desk. However, she paused mid way when she noticed the boy also standing up and following her. She gave him a questioning look that says ‘Dude, why are you following me’ The boy just smiled sweetly at her when he saw her gaze, so she rolled her eyes and decided to leave him be. She stood in front of the desk, glancing at Mr. Hughes who was also looking at her. His doubtful expression was completely gone, but she didn't care to wonder why. She opened the file and glanced at the last page to see her results. Under her name, she saw that her results were ninety seven out of a full hundred marks. ‘What a shame, I was aiming to get all hundred marks. Ninety seven marks doesn't sound bad itself.’ Rose thought. Both Headmistress Moore and Mr. Hughes stared at her blank expression, they were expecting her to show some kind of shocked or happy expression upon seeing her scores but contrary to what they were expec
As Rose followed Leo out of her room and down the grand staircase, she found herself wondering what exactly he had planned. Although she might not know Leo fully, she could already guess the kind of personality he has. ‘It could be anything from a simple drive to an impromptu trip across the city.’ Rose thought to herself. Either way, she knew she wouldn’t hear the end of it unless she went along. The moment they reached the ground floor, the sight of Anne and Karen sitting in the living room greeted them. They were seated on the plush couches, engaged in quiet conversation, but it was Karen who first noticed them approaching. Her eyes flickered to Rose and then to Leo, her brows drawing together slightly. "Dear, you decided to come downstairs already? Where are you two going?" she asked, her tone casual but laced with curiosity. Leo, never one to hesitate, shoved his hands into his pockets and smirked. "Just taking Rose out for some fun. She’s been locked up in her room all day, b
The soft tapping of fingers against a keyboard filled the quiet room as Rose remained focused on her work. She had been at it for hours, barely noticing the time passing. The only interruption she had experienced was when the maid brought her lunch, but even then, she had barely acknowledged it before returning to her task. A sudden knock on the door startled her, pulling her out of her concentration. Blinking, she stretched slightly before glancing at her phone. Her brows furrowed when she saw the time—it was already late afternoon. She hadn’t realized how long she had been working. Setting her things aside, Rose got up and walked toward the door. She turned the handle and pulled it open, only to find a familiar figure standing outside. Leo. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he regarded her with an unreadable expression. “Leo?” Rose blinked, slightly surprised to see him. “What are you doing here?” Instead of answering immediately, Leo smirked.
As soon as Rose stepped out of the car, a warm and welcoming sight greeted her. Anne and Karen stood at the entrance, their expressions filled with anticipation. "Rose, my dear!" Anne was the first to speak, stepping forward to take Rose’s hands in hers. She gave them a gentle squeeze before pulling her into a warm embrace. Rose smiled, returning the hug with familiarity. Anne’s embraces had become something she was used to—and, secretly, something she had grown to like. “Mother, I want to hug Rose too.” Karen’s voice came from behind, causing Anne to release Rose and turn toward her daughter-in-law. Karen wore a small pout, her usual composed demeanor slightly softened. Rose raised an amused brow at Karen. Though she hadn’t spent much time with her, she had always noticed how different Karen's personality was and it was the opposite of her own mother. Karen was calm and collected—unlike Ruby, whose very presence was enough to warn others not to cross her. “I thought you always l
As the car drove away from the Gray Mansion, Rose let out a soft sigh and leaned back against the seat. The weight of the morning’s events should have exhausted her, but instead, she felt lighter—freer. Luthor glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his lips curling into a small smirk. “You handled that well.” Rose tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Did I? I was just saying goodbye.” Luthor chuckled, shaking his head. “Right. And I’m sure your brother, Victor, enjoyed that hug, too.” A playful glint flashed in Rose’s eyes. “Brother Luthor, are you saying my farewell wasn’t heartfelt?” “Oh, it was heartfelt, alright. Just not in the way he expected,” Luthor remarked with amusement. “What did you say to him?” Rose rested her chin on her hand, her expression unreadable. “Just a little advice on choosing his words wisely.” Luthor hummed. “You mean a warning.” She smiled sweetly. “Advice. Warnings sound so… aggressive.” Luthor chuckled again. “You’re something else, little
Morning light streamed through the large windows of Rose’s room as Paige moved around with an air of practiced efficiency, carefully folding the last of Rose’s clothes. Although her expression remained neutral, there was a barely concealed sense of relief in her movements—relief that Rose was finally leaving the Gray Mansion. Rose, of course, noticed. She sat gracefully on the edge of her bed, watching as Paige meticulously arranged her belongings. “You seem eager to help today, Aunty.” Rose mused, her voice light with amusement. Paige, momentarily caught off guard, quickly regained her composure. “I just thought you’d want everything done efficiently,” she replied with a polite smile. “Since you’re leaving for the Anderson family… it’s important that everything is in place.” Rose chuckled softly, standing up. “How thoughtful of you.” Paige glanced at her briefly before returning to her task. “Rose, if I may offer some advice… The Andersons aren’t the Grays here. I'm sure you've
She cast a brief, unreadable glance at William and Beatrice. Their carefully composed expressions betrayed nothing, but she could feel the tension radiating off them. Without a word, she turned towards the grand staircase, intent on returning to her room. But just as she was about to place her foot on the first step, Beatrice’s voice called out, laced with careful concern. “Rose, wait.” Rose paused but didn’t turn immediately, letting the silence stretch just a little before shifting her gaze back to her. Beatrice had taken a few hesitant steps forward, her expression soft, her eyes shimmering as if on the verge of tears. “My dear, I'm so sorry you had to witness all of that.” She said regretfully. Rose raised her brow at Beatrice. “I don't why you're apologizing?” She asked. Beatrice shook her head and fake a small smile on her face. “It's all my fault. I should have paid more attention to you, that way the matriarch wouldn't have come here and asked you to come with them. I k
Rose on the other hand blinked. So that was why they were here? She knew something like this would happen but it seems like she didn't expect it to be this soon. She glanced at William, who, for once, remained quiet. Beatrice, on the other hand, looked like she had swallowed something bitter. ‘Looks like I've missed a show.’ Rose's lips curled up into a faint smile when she saw how obedient both William and Beatrice are. Suddenly, a thought popped into her brain. “I appreciate that, Uncle Julian,” Rose said sincerely. “But I don’t know if I should leave with you guys or not? Have you spoken with your father yet?” she asked why casting William a look. Both Anne and Julian immediately caught her gaze. Anne suddenly frowned before she cupped Rose's face to look at her. “My dear, you have nothing to be worried about. We have spoken to him and he has already agreed. I can no longer leave you here in the hands of these people anymore.” Anne replied but Rose gave her a reluctant look. “
William clenched his jaw. He knew Anne wasn’t bluffing. The Anderson family had the power to make his life far more difficult if he continued to resist. But still, letting Rose go meant giving up control over her, and he wasn’t ready for that. "You’re asking me to give up my own daughter," he said, his tone measured yet tense. Anne leaned back slightly, her expression unwavering. "I’m not asking. I’m telling you that this is what’s going to happen." Julian's expression added to the tensity in the room."Rose belongs with us now. You lost the right to dictate her life the moment you let her suffer in that scandal." William’s fingers tightened around the armrest of his chair. He could feel the walls closing in. It would be foolish to go against the Andersons given his situation, but he wasn’t about to hand over his daughter so easily. After a long moment of silence, he let out a deep breath. "Fine," he said at last. "I’ll let Rose go with you." Beatrice turned to him in surprise. "
Beatrice, who had been busy receiving a foot massage from one of the maids, sat up instantly. “What did you just say?” she asked with a surprised expression on her face as she looked at Mary. “Madam , this is not the time to sit down. I think you should go and make an appearance immediately before things get out of hand.” Mary advised Beatrice, who nodded her head in agreement despite the fact that she was still stunned by the news. “Does my husband know about this already?” Beatrice asked as she gestured to the other maid to leave. “I overheard the Head maid instructing the maid to go and inform the Master.” Mary replied. “Alright, let's go.“ Beatrice said and quickly rushed out of the room along with Mary behind her. Just as she stepped out of the room, she met William in the hallway, and he had a sour expression. “Honey, have you heard? Why would they come here at this hour?" she murmured, exchanging a wary glance at her husband. William exhaled sharply. "Only one way to fi