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
“Are you deaf? Didn't you hear that I was calling you?" Tegan, who was none other than the person who had grabbed Rose's hand, spoke. She was already pissed off at the fact that Rose ignored her calling which resulted in her running a bit in her high heels to cover the distance. Rose let out a tired sigh before she slowly turned around and looked at Tegan. Tegan gasped and opened her mouth in shock when she saw Rose's beautiful face. Even the customers nearby who had been watching Tegan running to Rose gasped as well when they saw the beauty in white dress. “My good goodness! What pure beauty!" “She is obviously created by God himself." " Is that a real face or what is that? My eyes are getting blinded by the glow surrounding her.” Rose ignored the whispers from the people, her eyes trailed down to her hand which Tegan was holding with a frown on her face. "Let go of my hand.” She softly told her. Tegan also followed Rose's gaze down and realized that she was still holding
“Ouch!" Tegan let out a small cry of pain as she rubbed the place Rose had smacked. “Young girl, I will be generous enough to you as a mature adult. Give me that dress and I give any amount you want to get yourself another one. But I want that particular dress.” After rubbing her hand , she quickly suggested it to Rose. She was expecting Rose to quickly take the offer since she can get one or two more dresses with her offer. “No need, I think you should consider those suggestions for yourself. Instead of fighting over my dress, you're obviously rich and there are other dresses here so you can easily see something else to buy.” Rose calmly refused her offer. " How can-” she was unable to finish her words when she was suddenly interrupted. " That's enough nonsense you've done, Tegan.” Mr. Jones angry voice spoke from behind Tegan. The moment he got to where Tegan was causing a commotion, he was stunned to see a beautiful young girl in front of his girlfriend. Noticing how her boyf
At that same moment, Tegan also got to the counter and she saw Brian beside Rose. “Brian, what do you mean by breakup? Are you breaking up with me because of this brat? Is that it?" Tegan yelled furiously as she pointed at Rose who didn't even bother to look back at her. “I told you to stop it, Tegan. And I'm breaking up with you because of your rotten attitude. I can't be with a woman that would be embarrassing and dragging me and my family name into the mud." Brian coldly replied to Tegan with an irritated expression on his face. He had been trying to keep up Tegan's attitude ever since he started dating her and this time he couldn't help it anymore seeing how she was bullying a girl younger than her. Tegan just stood there with a completely shocked expression on her face. This is the first time Brian was looking at her like this. Though he had always complained about her attitude, she had overlooked it despite promising that she would change. Rose turned to look at Louisa and h
---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
Rose, who heard Beatrice’s voice paused and looked at Beatrice, her expression blank but her posture poised.Beatrice clasped her hands together, her tone pitiful. “Rose, I… I know I’ve made mistakes. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have let things get so out of hand. Please, don’t leave. We’re family. Let me make it up to you. What would the people say if they knew you left home?”‘Tsk, you're still worried about your safety and reputation.’ Rose scoffed.Her gaze fixed on Beatrice. She tilted her head slightly, her tone soft and innocent. “Oh, Mother, I don’t blame you at all. It wasn’t your fault. These things just… happen.”Beatrice’s eyes widened, taken aback by Rose’s response. “I—I’ll do better, I swear. I’ll talk to Victor, and we’ll make this right. You don’t need to go.”Rose offered a small, sweet smile. “You’re too kind, mother, But Uncle Julian is right—I need a change of scenery. It’s not about you. I just need a little time to heal.”Beatrice reached for her hand, h
---The Gray mansion loomed under the overcast sky, its towering structure a stark reminder of the battles fought within its walls. Two days had passed since Rose signed the contract, transferring her shares to William. But her mind was far from defeated. She had called her uncle, Julian Anderson, with one clear directive: take her out of this house.As the sleek black car pulled up to the grand entrance, William stood at the threshold, his expression unreadable but his stance stiff with tension. Julian stepped out, his tailored suit and confident demeanor a sharp contrast to William’s simmering hostility.“Julian,” William greeted, his voice laced with forced politeness. “What brings you here today?”Julian’s gaze swept over William coldly. “I’m here for Rose.”William’s jaw tightened. “Rose is perfectly fine where she is.”Julian smirked, his sharp features hardening. “Fine? Is that what you call being bitten by your son? Victor’s behavior was barbaric. She’s covered in bruises, an
‘My wife is right. She's changed. She's plotting something,’ William thought, his suspicions solidifying."So, she’s put her guard up against me," he muttered in a tone only he can hear, his expression darkening. If that’s the case, I’ll have to get rid of her soon.But the tens of billions he craved wouldn’t be his until Rose turned twenty.Rose felt the sudden wave of hostility radiating from her father and shivered. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do, even to his own daughter, to get what he wants. She was certain of it.That was the real William Carter: calculating and ruthless. With no power, money, or connections of her own, Rose wasn’t a threat to him—yet. But her time for revenge hadn’t come, and until then, she had no choice but to play along.Quickly, she donned a sweet smile and replied in her softest voice, "You’re my dad. There’s no need to borrow anything. Whatever you need, I’m happy to give it to you and help in any way I can."Her thoughts told a different story. This is
"Father?!" William snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Rose's voice next to him. Rose frowned at the way William jolted at her words. It's obvious he was daydreaming, but the fact that he was wasting her time was even more annoying to her.“Do you have something else to.say?" She asked.For a moment, as though remembering his true purpose for coming, he cleared his throat and turned to look at her properly.“There’s something I need to ask you, Rose.” He hesitated, his tone softening. “Do you remember the 10% shares your grandfather gifted you? I need you to lend them to me. It’s critical for stabilizing the company. I promise, once we get through this tough time, I’ll return them to you.”The words landed exactly as Rose had expected. She had been waiting for this moment.When she was born, her grandfather had gifted her 10% of the company’s shares—a sizable stake, even by Gray standards. Those shares had remained untouched, protected by a clause that prevented their use unti