MasukThe matriarch leaned back and stared straight at Charles. “Charles.” He nearly jumped. “Y-Yes, Mother?” “Shall we begin with you?” she asked coolly. “Or would you prefer your siblings hear the list privately?” Charles paled. But Donna continued mercilessly. “Three lawsuits settled quietl
After Rose returned to her seat, It was Raymond who finally spoke up again. He turned to his mother abruptly, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. “Mother… How long are you planning to stay before going back?” He expected a predictable answer — two days, maybe three. Anytime their mother
Rose nearly choked on her first bite of food, her fingers still holding her fork poised in mid-air. Of course, Aunt Grace wouldn't let it rest. She remained composed, however, lowering her gaze to her plate as if nothing had been said. Donna’s lips curved faintly into a smirk as she watched Rose’s
The first light of dawn crept through the lace curtains, painting soft gold across the room. A faint knocking stirred Rose from her sleep. She groaned, burying her face into the pillow, wishing she could stay wrapped in the warm sheets just a little longer. But the knocking persisted—gentle, rhythmi
“Good,” Donna replied, though her eyes softened a little. “But since you’re curious, I’ll tell you. Consider it a lesson in discipline.” She leaned back in her chair, fingers interlaced, and looked toward the closed office door. “Rose is family, yes. She is one of the reasons I came to Los Angeles
Inside the study, Donna Gray sat behind a grand mahogany desk, listening intently as her P.A., David Norton, read from a tablet. His tone was formal, efficient. Her posture was impeccable, her aura commanding. Even in her sixties, Donna’s sharp gaze could make anyone tremble. “…and Mr. Adrian Gr







