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
A few minutes later, a beautiful petite young lady wearing an old fashioned dress and glasses that seems to be too big for her face walked into the office. She was none other than Teacher Lopez that Headmistress Moore was talking about. “Miss Lopez, I want to introduce you to Miss Rose. She is joining our school and wants her to be in your class. Here, go through her qualifications yourself and tell me if you want her or not.” Headmistress Moore said and handed a file of Rose information to her. When Teacher Lopez opened the file and saw Rose qualifications she was ecstatic. She is clearly looking at a young genius. Her skills exceeded all of her previous students. Be it in academics or extracurricular activities. This was a big blessing for her. ‘Finally, heaven had taken pity on me and sent a genius that I can adopt to me.’ “Miss Rose is willing to take any test you want to give her if you're still doubtful of her skill.” Headmistress Moore added, she had a slight frown on her.
An hour later, the school bell rang and immediately all the students rushed out of the classroom. Rose, who was busy playing a game on her cell phone, hadn't heard the school bell because she had her headphones on. However, she raised her head up when she noticed the figure of students passing by. She glanced out the window and saw that there were a lot of students which made her know that the school had closed. A few minutes later, Rose noticed Sophia walking towards the car with a group of her friends. The driver quickly got in the car and opened the door for Sophia. “I will see you guys later-” Sophia was talking to her friends when the driver opened the car door and she saw Rose sitting in the backseat. She was shocked to see Rose in the car because she had thought she would have gone home. Sophia's friends who noticed the shocked expression on their friends' faces also leaned and glanced in the car. Their jaws nearly dropped to the ground when they saw a beautiful young girl s
*******Dynamite CO. Games Production******* Dynamite CO. Games Production gave a reputation well known in California as one of the best gaming companies. And one of the things that made Dynamite CO. Games Production was the CEO of this very company was none other than the eldest first son of the Anderson family and his first company was solely founded by the first son at the age of seventeen. In front of the reputable famous big building of Dynamite CO. Games Production that was standing elegantly in the middle of the city. A black colored power bike parked in the open parking lot that was in front of the building instead of using the normal secured garage. A young man alighted from the bike and removed his customized helmet and it turns out the young man was none other than the boy who had helped Rose earlier today. He grabbed the package in front of his bike and made his way into the building. When the receptionist in the lobby saw him walking in, she quickly stood up from her
Thirty minutes later, Rose had just changed her clothes into a new one. And this time, she was wearing a simple knee-length white string-strap dress, since the tiny string strap exposed so much of her skin she grabbed a small white puff sleeve jacket and wore it. Most of the dresses in her walk-in closet were mostly gowns in bright and flashy colors, which were not really her kind of colors. Even in her past life, she has always preferred dark colored and less flashy clothes. And she still kept her preference in dress even until now that she had been reborn. But since she hadn't brought her own clothes, she could only manage with the ones she could find in her closet. It was also one of the reasons why she wanted to follow Sophia out, because she planned to do some shopping and also use the opportunity to test the two credit cards her mother has left for her. After she was done wearing the jacket, Rose tied her long hair up into a high ponytail using a white ribbon she had found
Half an hour later. Rose had only picked clothes that caught her eyes. All through the entire time Louisa kept briefing Rose about each clothes and their quality but only a few caught Rose's attention. She'd prefer to dress in much more simple dark color clothes rather than those childish clothes. Might probably be because she was an adult soul in her teenager's body. Louisa glanced at Rose's calm face and turned to look at the few clothes she had picked in the hand of the two assistants Louisa had called to help Rose hold the clothes. She noticed that all the clothes were either dark colored and white, Louisa wasn't dumb to realize that their customer isn't the type that likes flashy clothes. “Young Miss, do you perhaps like clothes that are more simple in style like what you are wearing but in darker colors?" Louisa asked Rose with a polite smile on her face. Rose stared at Louisa before slowly nodding her head at her. “I prefer what you just mentioned. They don't particularly
"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