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,"
The tip of the dagger was bent. No one would have expected that a sharp dagger could change its shape like that."No-no!" the servant cried out. She was very confused. How could Arren's stomach, which should have been stained with blood, bend the dagger without any effort?In a decisive moment, the dagger had undergone plastic deformation, like a metal dance changing its shape without being able to return to its original state."W-what's happening?" The servant wondered with trembling hands. Arren just smiled triumphantly. Her opponent had been thoroughly defeated without calculation."I anticipated this, Lesel," Arren said with a proud face.Yes. Lesel. It turned out she was Esme's henchman who was so eager to take her life."H-how did you know?"Arren immediately tore the tulle fabric covering her stomach. There was a shiny accessory there. A steel belt."W-what?"At first, the rumble and vibration were indeed felt by Lesel. She didn't expect that the collision between the dagger and
The blonde servant pursed her lips, while the black-haired one kept staring straight ahead."Fine!" she replied somewhat annoyed, but indeed their plan must not be ruined."I'll keep watch around. You need to get ready soon.""Okay."The two suspicious servants then continued their secret mission. There wasn't much for them to do except find their target and carry out their revenge."It seems he's on the west balcony. Wait for my signal, we'll launch the attack soon!""Okay!"***The atmosphere of the banquet was still lively with the melodious music playing softly in the background. Some guests enjoyed it while dining, while others continued chatting. Arren and Leon seemed happy as they greeted the guests present."It seems... I feel stifled," Arren whispered to Leon. This pregnancy made her easily tired and also felt hot all the time."Do you want to leave this place?" Leon asked, wrapping his arm around his wife's waist."Yes," Arren replied weakly."Let's go, then," said Leon, affe
Ava's eyes sparkled with happiness. She nodded eagerly and hugged Arren in return. "Thank you, Aunt!"Ava didn't expect that her birthday would be celebrated with a special feast, even though the feast wasn't specifically held for her."You're welcome, Ava!" Arren replied in kind. She was happy to cheer up her little friend who seemed down and lacking in spirit due to the absence of her parents."We have to go, Ava. This is for you," said Leon as he handed over a wrapped gift box with a purple ribbon on top."W-what's this, Sir?" Ava asked, surprised and delighted. She didn't expect to receive a gift from Mr. Leon on a day that wasn't her birthday."Consider it an installment gift," Leon joked, chuckling softly."Ahaha! Thank you so much!" exclaimed Ava as she opened the gift wrap. Inside was a brown fur teddy bear. "So cute!" Ava exclaimed happily. Arren and Leon were pleased to see her reaction.Shortly afterward, they really had to leave as there was something they needed to ensure
After some time in the hospital, Arren was finally allowed to go home. There were no signs of danger or contraindications from the treatment she received."Thank you, Doctor. I feel much healthier," Arren said after the doctor visited her for the last time."You're welcome, Madam. I'm glad you've recovered without difficulty."Doctors Freddy and Josh watched Arren leave with relieved hearts. Finally, their worries were gone. Arren was truly free from the danger that threatened her life.***On the way home, Leon kept staring at Arren with uncertain feelings. He was truly happy with his wife's recovery, but there was something that worried him."Are you sure about your plan? I don't want to put you in danger again, Darling!" Leon exclaimed, not wanting to endanger his wife anymore."There's no other way. We can do it, Darling!" Arren said firmly with strong determination.Leon sighed deeply. He couldn't prevent his wife's stubbornness. "Promise me, you'll stick to our plan.""Yes, Darli
"Sir! You're mistaken!" the nurse exclaimed, holding Leon's arm to prevent him from punching the doctor."What?!" Leon turned to the nurse. He was exhausted and couldn't tolerate any more mistakes from the doctor that would result in his children being born with defects."You misunderstood, Sir!""Yes, that's right!""Your children are fine, Sir."The voices of the nurse and doctor echoed. Leon lowered his fist and looked towards Dr. Freddy, who seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief."Tell me, Doctor! What happened to my wife and my children?!" Leon demanded, still full of anger.Before the doctor could answer, Arren's faint voice could be heard behind the nurse standing by the bed."Le—on…" she called softly."Arren!" Leon pushed aside the nurses covering his wife's presence. "Arren!" Leon approached Arren, tears streaming down his face. "Are you... awake?" he asked, gently caressing his wife's forehead."Uh huh," Arren replied weakly. "What happened? Why does it seem crowded here?"
Leon gripped Arren's hand tightly as they rushed to the hospital. Anxiety and worry consumed him. For some reason, Leon had a bad feeling."Driver! Faster!" Leon commanded as he saw Arren grimacing in pain, cold sweat dripping from her forehead and body, Arren's breaths were labored."Yes, Sir!"The driver immediately accelerated the car, doing his best to balance the increasingly speeding vehicle. He was truly worried that the young lady was suffering from an extraordinary ailment."Arren, hold on," Leon pleaded, continuing to comfort Arren with hugs and handholds."Argh, Leon..." Arren groaned as if enduring excruciating pain. Not just in his stomach, but throughout her body."We're almost there!" The driver signaled. Leon was so anxious. He nodded and prepared to take Arren to the emergency room as soon as they arrived at the hospital.Finally, after driving for some time, they arrived at the hospital."Doctor! Doctor!" Leon carried Arren to the ER, where everyone watched them with
Lora was successfully evacuated, and everyone was overjoyed. However, there was a strangeness apparent to her. Arren even noticed it. "Le-Leon...," she called out as Lora approached her.An unfamiliar scent emanated from Lora's body. It made Arren extremely nauseous."Ugh!" Arren vomited. He couldn't contain the overwhelming nausea."Darling!" Leon exclaimed in alarm. What was happening to his wife?"Le-Leon... Lora's... scent... it's very... unpleasant," she murmured as she nestled into her husband's embrace. Leon immediately caught Arren, who had almost fallen earlier. Now, his beloved wife was in a swoon."What scent?" Leon tried to sharpen his sense of smell. Indeed, he smelled something foreign and pungent, like the scent of lead. "Lora, come closer to me!"Leon tried to inhale the scent more deeply. Lora's heart, of course, was in turmoil. But the girl had already linked herself to William. Now, Mr. Leon was no longer the man who dominated her heart."Just wait a moment."With mo
Laurens's shout almost made Mrs. Dolores's heart jump out. "Oh, God!" The middle-aged woman then ran following Laurens's footsteps as he moved toward the field area."Leon! Let's follow them!" Arren exclaimed, following Mrs. Dolores's lead to her daughter's supposedly accident site. Leon followed Arren after ensuring Mrs. Dolores's house was securely closed.Arriving at the field, they were surprised to find Lora in a gaping hole. The hole, with rough soil around it, resembled a dug hole."Ouch!" Lora groaned in pain. Several wounds were visible on her knees and arms. "Mom! Help me!" she cried, tears streaming down her face."Oh, God! Lora! What happened to you?!" Mrs. Dolores trembled. "Laurens! Do something for your sister!" she ordered her son, who also seemed confused."I was just running, then... suddenly I fell in here! Huhu!" Lora continued to cry in pain.Arren and Leon had just arrived, as did the villagers who heard Laurens's shouts nearby."Get a rope!" Leon shouted, rolling
"Lora!" Arren called out, waving her hand. Lora just nodded her head, not returning the gesture of the young miss.Laurens felt uneasy. He elbowed Lora's ribs a little roughly. "Be polite, Lora!" he scolded his younger sister.Lora just snorted and turned away. She then ran off home without saying goodbye, without uttering a word.Arren, who was quite far from them, looked puzzled. However, she didn't dwell on it too much. There were many villagers waiting to talk to her."So, how will you develop our village, Miss Leader?" asked a middle-aged man who seemed to be struggling to find work.Arren just smiled and gave a brief answer. She didn't want to make empty promises. Arren would surely do her best. "You must be patient but diligent. When the village programs are finally implemented, I hope the villagers will truly make the most of them.""Thank you, Miss Leader! We will definitely do that!"Leon looked proud of Arren's gentle yet firm attitude. Arren could indeed be a good leader, l