LOGINRosie arrived at the office an hour later.The building was already busy with employees coming and going, but one thing immediately caught her attention.Sebastian’s car wasn’t parked in its usual VIP space.He must be out in a meeting, she thought.Taking the private lift upstairs, she stepped out onto the executive floor and was immediately spotted by Desiree, who was sitting behind her desk, typing furiously at what looked like an endless report.“Morning, Desiree,” Rosie greeted softly.Desiree glanced up.Her eyes widened.“Girl, what happened to you?”She shot out of her chair and hurried over.Before Rosie could react, Desiree had already taken hold of her arm and guided her towards the sofa.“Sit down.”“Desiree, I'm fine—”“No, you’re not. You look pale as a ghost.”Rosie froze.She'd wiped away the sweat before arriving, but apparently she hadn't done a very convincing job of hiding how shaken she still felt.“I-I’m alright,” Rosie insisted weakly. “I just skipped breakfast
Charles swiftly brushed aside the uncomfortable feeling and replied, “She is a gold-digger. That's why she left me. She doesn't think my money is enough to satisfy her ambitions and pointless spending. Stop asking questions about her, Sebastian. You're beginning to irritate me.”“Sorry, Big brother...” Sebastian apologised, giving his shoulder a light pat. “I was only curious.”“Hm. Just don't make me angry whilst we're supposed to be enjoying ourselves.”Charles started the buggy again and continued driving.Sebastian stared out across the vast green course, but his thoughts were elsewhere.He already suspected his brother was lying about Rosie being a gold-digger. Charles had never tolerated women who chased money. He used them, discarded them, and moved on without a second thought. Even Miranda had never been anything more than a convenience.So why had Rosie been different?If Rosie isn't a gold-digger, then why did she leave?His jaw tightened.Was it really abuse? Did my brother
For the briefest moment, Sebastian's eyes widened.Then the expression vanished.Years ago, Charles would have missed it. Now, he missed very little.Sebastian forced himself to relax.His brother's attention to detail was unsettling. Charles had noticed a tie, a pair of cufflinks and a colour palette, then somehow traced them back to Rosie.It was a reminder of exactly who he was dealing with.The Master of the Sterling family hadn't built his reputation by being careless.Sebastian slowed his breathing and offered an awkward smile."That's a bit embarrassing to explain, Big Brother."Charles arched a brow."Embarrassing how?""When I was growing up, who was it that dressed me for every formal event?"Charles frowned slightly."Rosie.""Exactly."Sebastian spread his hands."School functions, charity dinners, family parties. Half the time I didn't even choose what I wore. Rosie did."Charles remained silent."So I suppose I got used to that sort of style," Sebastian continued. "When
Charles studied Sebastian across the desk.On the surface, his younger brother looked perfectly composed. Relaxed shoulders. Steady gaze. Not a flicker of uncertainty.But Charles knew him too well.Every so often, Sebastian took a shallow breath before speaking. A tiny tell, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.He was nervous.Interesting.Perhaps there was more truth to Charles's suspicions than he'd first thought.The possibility that Sebastian harboured ambitions of his own wasn't remotely alarming. If anything, Charles found it amusing.If Sebastian wanted influence within the Sterling empire, he could have it. If he wanted a larger share of the family businesses, Charles would hardly object. The company was vast enough for both of them.They were brothers.And Sebastian had already proven he could build something successful without relying on the Sterling name.All he had to do was ask.Instead, he seemed determined to play a game.To prove something.Charles suppre
Charles remained staring into the fireplace long after the divorce papers had turned to ash.The knock at the study door pulled him from his thoughts.His expression hardened automatically. “Who is it?”“Big brother, it's me.”Sebastian.The tension in Charles's shoulders eased at once.A genuine smile touched his face as he crossed the room and opened the door.“Sebastian.”Before he could say anything else, Sebastian stepped forward and wrapped him in a brief hug.“Big brother!”Charles blinked in surprise.Even after all these years, his younger brother still had moments of behaving like an overgrown puppy.He patted Sebastian's back.“You're earlier than I expected.”“Traffic was lighter than I thought it'd be.”Sebastian stepped inside, and Charles gestured towards the chair opposite his desk.“Sit down.”Once they were both settled, Charles found himself relaxing for the first time all morning.It was always easier when Sebastian was around.His younger brother had been a handfu
Charles selected his suit, tie, shirt, trousers, cufflinks and shoes with growing irritation.He hated doing this himself.It was exactly the sort of mundane task that should have been handled by someone else—someone paid to anticipate his needs before he voiced them. Yet every replacement he'd hired had failed spectacularly.Every single one except Rosie.And Rosie was currently hiding from him, most likely in some wealthy old man's bed.His jaw tightened.“This is supposed to be her job,” he muttered. “Ungrateful woman. She has no idea how much I did for her.”As much as he despised admitting it, Rosie had managed the mansion flawlessly.Everything had run smoothly when she was there.Now it didn't.The head maid wasn't half as competent, and every week seemed to bring another problem requiring his attention. Between running Sterling Holdings and dealing with endless household inefficiencies, Charles found himself irritated from the moment he woke up.He could have moved into one of
Rosie swallowed nervously under Sebastian’s sharp stare.Cold sweat formed on the back of her neck almost instantly.She genuinely had no bad intention when she told Izzie that Uncle Sebastian wasn’t always scary.Last night, Izzie had complained endlessly that sh
Sebastian slowed his eating when he noticed it.That expression.Across the table, Rosie was watching him—quietly, almost absentmindedly—but there was a faint smile on her lips. It wasn’t loud or exaggerated. Just… soft. Subtle.But it was there.
Meanwhile, Rosie held Izzie tightly, her arms wrapped protectively around her daughter as though she feared Sebastian might burst through the door at any moment.The moment they had escaped, she had rushed into Izzie’s room and locked it.Now, they sat together on the bed—Rosie still holding her cl
Rosie stepped inside and came to a halt before the wide expanse of Sebastian’s desk. He did not look up at once, his attention still fixed upon the document in his hands. Only after a moment did his sharp gaze flick towards her, his head lifting slightly as though her presence had finally registered







