Almost got dead

"What are you talking about?" Roseanne asked, feigning ignorance about anything concerning Mrs. Taylor that she wasn't supposed to know. She had learned the ins and outs of the game over these three years, realizing that a good person couldn't survive in this world; one had to be petty to survive, or the world would consume them entirely.

Mrs. Taylor was in danger, something she had to evade at all costs, or else she would disrupt the house of cards she had built instantly. Mrs. Taylor knew her secret, one she didn't want anyone else to discover, especially Sabrina or Mr. Nikolai Hart.

Hadn't it been Mrs. Taylor who preached to her about playing games or else she'd always be miserable? Roseanne smiled inwardly. Had this woman ever considered that these games might one day be used against her? She chuckled internally at life's irony.

"Roseanne De Luca, or shall I say Anne Rose Swift?" Mrs. Taylor smirked. "You cannot soar high while I keep a noose around your neck. Before attempting to