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
“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 f
“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 bo
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 o
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 repu
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 t
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 s
“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
--- 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
……… 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
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
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
********* 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
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 f
--- 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,
‘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 cra
"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. Fo