Clark began to pursue the shadow of 'The Rose' with determined hope. He had gathered clues from anonymous messages and the rose tattoo found on the captured provocateur.This journey led him to the nearest city. Clark hoped to find more clues to capture The Rose quickly.City X, located on the northern border of the Rossie region, was a dark city full of mystery.Due to its geographical conditions, City X lacked agricultural produce. Their economic wheel spun from the buying and selling of services, mostly illegal.Although Lady Rossie often ordered routine inspections there, it did not deter criminals. They always found loopholes to carry out their crimes promptly, in exchange for payment from clients in need of their services.Clark, who had been monitoring the area for some time, was familiar with every alley and dark corridor frequently used for secret transactions.These alleys were usually only wide enough for one person to pass through. Being there felt like navigating a secret
Leon blinked in disbelief at the figure he longed to touch."Arren?" he called.The woman smiled and nodded weakly, then opened her arms wide, ready for an embrace.Leon wasted no time and approached her.His broad steps matched the increasing intensity of his desire. Leon truly wanted Arren right now, to touch her."Arren!" he exclaimed eagerly, and moments later, he joyfully embraced his wife."Arren!" Leon murmured with longing.He kissed the top of her head, then descended to her forehead. He traced loving kisses all over his wife's face until he reached her lips.Arriving at Arren's lips, Leon slightly parted his wife's mouth to passionately devour her succulent lips.Leon's passion peaked instantly, fueled by the touch of their lips."Mmh..." Arren responded with equal passion. She writhed, savoring every ravenous kiss from Leon, who seemed intoxicated by the sexual pleasure he craved.This time, it was Arren's slender neck that became the focus. Leon marked his love there, indi
Back in Rossie, Clark felt his way through the darkness shrouding this dilapidated building. A place that had clearly been abandoned for years, perhaps even decades.Clark's cautious steps broke the silence within the room.He could even hear his own breath roaring to dispel the uneasy feeling in his chest.There was no sound except for the gravel crunching beneath his shoes, no rough floor scratching the soles.Each step he took produced a soft echo that made his hair stand on end.According to the informant, this building was the last hiding place of The Rose. Clark had to find him, no matter what.Clark stepped forward, looking around cautiously. The walls of this building had been silent witnesses to a history possibly filled with real secrets and intrigues.The decaying wooden floor creaked beneath his steps, and moonlight penetrated through broken windows, creating eerie, ominous silhouettes.Occasionally, he heard strange sounds: creak, creak. The sound resembled the slow movem
"Who are you? Why do you have all these documents?" Clark demanded, beginning to question The Rose's motives. This person was truly unexpected."I want to help you," came the cold response. This time, he started approaching Clark, who had lowered his weapon."First, remove that mask!" ordered Clark, choosing to step back on guard. He still didn't fully trust The Rose. It could be a trap, as usual."Alright..." he said, then removed that black mask, and..."A-are you...""Yes, indeed. I am Braun Rossie, son of Abigail Rossie."Clark was shocked and incredulous. How could this happen? The man... Braun? The only son of Abigail Rossie?Clark was increasingly curious about the reasons behind the young master's betrayal."Sir, if you're sane, why betray your own mother?" This time, Clark approached and sat in the prepared chair.His face demanded rational answers from the young master he knew.Braun
Arren Rossie heard the news of the terrible accident that befell Clark through a heart-wrenching text message.Without hesitation, he rushed out of the luxurious mansion and headed to the hospital where Clark was being treated.Despite being closely guarded by the security personnel, Arren didn't miss the chance to be with Clark during such a critical time."We're almost there, Miss.""Please, hurry!"Arren's face looked pale with impatience, wanting to know the condition of Clark, who was reportedly affected by an explosion.In fear, Arren continued to pray, hoping Clark's life could be saved.Upon arriving at the hospital, Arren quickly ran through the deserted hallways. It was the early hours, and the hospital was very quiet."Clark, please..." Arren whispered while continuing to hasten his steps.In that sterile hospital, every second felt like a very long and precious time.Arren truly pra
After waiting for a day and a night, Clark finally slowly opened his eyes.Arren was unaware that Clark had awakened from the quite intense coma. She had fallen asleep unconsciously by Clark's side, still holding onto the man's hand, which was growing warmer.The gentle morning light touched her face, and a smile appeared as Clark realized the presence of someone sleeping on the side of the bed.That person was Arren; Clark could recognize the gentle touch of her hands that had been holding on tirelessly since last night.Clark thought he might be hallucinating that someone was always crying when he hadn't opened his eyes. Clark didn't feel like he had someone who would be sad if he were gone.The faint scent of roses continued to accompany Clark since he was in the realm of dreams.The scent reminded Clark of someone, but it couldn't be possible. That person was an unspoken love interest that he had been chasing after.
Abigail Rossie is a 50-year-old woman with a captivating appearance, though full of deception. Her long brunette hair cascades stiffly down to her shoulders, resembling an unseen brown crown. Her eyes, similar in color, sparkle dangerously, instilling fear in her enemies.Not just for her looks, but for the cunning of her mind. Behind the apparent luxury and grace, Abigail is a master of intrigue and real tactics. Her somewhat serene face, adorned with hidden wrinkles, reveals signs of age and experience.Abigail's lips always smile but are full of deceit, concealing ambitions and dark goals in her mind."We demand to meet the Madam Rossie. Allow us to entry!" Abigail's exclaimed, facing the security captain at the gate.The security captain, a large-bodied man, seemed to halt the uninvited important guests."Stop! No one enters without the Madam's permission."Madam Rossie, unaware of the commotion outside, remained composed. Her private servant just reported another protest at their
Arren heard about the plan to overthrow her grandmother's power and became increasingly anxious."How is this?" she murmured while biting her nails.Arren had made a vague commitment to protect Rossie when pledging, but she had no concrete plan. Her aide, Shane, was still weak from the election, as was Clark, the loyal guard. Arren felt alone and lacked definite support."Grandchild, what troubles you?" suddenly asked the Madam, appearing at the door. She saw Arren looking gloomy in front of her dressing table."Oh, Grandmother, how are you?" Arren asked, quickly fixing her appearance. She didn't want her grandmother to worry more by seeing her distress."I'm fine, and you? Why the gloom? It's such a bright morning," teased the grandmother, then entered Arren's room. Her graceful steps led her toward her beloved granddaughter. Madam seemed to know what was troubling Arren."Calm down, everything will be okay," said the Madam softly, kissing her granddaughter's forehead."Grandmother,"