All Chapters of ROSE IN THE DARK : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A soft knock echoed against the thick doors, and Alan sitting by the vanity raised his head. His thin brows furrowing as he reached out, instinctively flipping over the bulletin board he'd spent hours scribbling on. Damn it, such a huge mansion and yet he barely ever got enough time to himself. He heaved, sweeping the desk full of scrap papers into an empty cabinet. Then he sighed, flicking away a stray strand of hair off his face. Turning towards the door, he spoke calmly, his tone mildly relaxed, "Come in". The door opened, and Zeke paced through the gaps with calm rhythm. He had his hands folded behind him, his silvery grey eyes settling on Alan at first glance. "And what are you doing?". Alan stood awkwardly, shielding the board with his frame. "Mr Ezekiel...", he flashed a grin, trying not to sound awkward. "What a pleasant surprise seeing you here, if i may ask, what calls for this impromptu visit?". Zeke said nothing, his gaze now fixated on the board. He perked a

The air stilled, everyone's eyes shifting from Alan to Amelia on instinct. Ignoring the awkward stares, Amelia leaned, her back straightening with a cold, noble aura. She stared at Alan, her brown eyes as calm as a still lake, "Brother, i can understand your plight. Leave it to me, i'll be sure to offer you a suitable explanation". She flashed a thin, polite smile, the corners of her lips barely lifting. Slowly, she parted her lips,her voice flooding the board room with a firm,icy tone. "Have someone send for Mr Liu immediately!" Lady Gu's grip on Old Gu tightened, her anxious gaze settling on the still composed Amelia with a frown. What the hell was this child on about...?. They had come such a long way to let this slide south, she clenched her fists, her teeth tightly gritted in silence. There's absolutely no way she was letting whatever this was happen under her nose, absolutely no way! She turned to Alan, feigning a warm smile, "Oh Alan, you've come here with such proof. But

Matthew opened the door, his dark eyes lingering on Dylan's slender silhouette. He had his back to the door, his hands wrapped tightly around a stress ball he'd found on the desk. Matthew stood there, leaning against the door frame, watching Dylan squeeze the small ball a few times. A warm smile tugging on his amused lips.Dylan dropped the ball, unable to ignore the intense instinct that he was being watched. He glanced over his shoulders, his blue eyes catching Matthew's broad frame leaning against the door."F... fifth uncle!!", he stuttered, subconsciously stepping away from the piled desk. "I...i was just.." Matthew ignored him, his cold features settling on the stress ball he'd drop hanging off the desk's edge. He let out a soft exhale, his OCD kicking in that instant, he picked it up gently, setting it back in its original position.Dylan noticed this, his lips quivering as he tried to say something; to offer an explanation, possibly an apology too. But he just couldn't find

"Arrrgh!!" Simone groaned, sweeping every pawn on his desk to the floor. "Damnit, how dare he.... How dare he threaten me?!" He slapped the desk hard, the numbing pain in his hands nothing compared to the humiliation he'd endured earlier. He leaned his weight against the desk, eyes nearly bloodshot. His chest heaved heavily, his breathing becoming laboured as he ran his hands roughly through his red, spiky hair."Getting this worked up over such a minor issue is so unlike you, Simone", a soft voice chuckled in a tone almost mocking.Simone's grip on the desk tightened, veins bulging from his neck as he gritted his teeth in silent fury. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught the petite silhouette of a woman in a tight, red-laced dress sitting fancily on his couch.A slight smirk kissed her rouge stained lips, her grey eyes settling on the pawn shards lying on the floor. Then shifting to Simone's emotionally distraught state, her voice dropped a few notches, "How pathetic". "Abigail,

Wait.... What?! Alan blinked, his lashes fluttering in a stunned gaze. Ezekiel, taking advantage of Alan's momentary confusion, wrapped his arms around Alan's waist. With a small tug, he pulled Alan close, slamming his slender frame against his hard muscles - close enough to catch a whiff of Alan's hazelnut scented shampoo.He leaned in, letting his nose run through Alan's hair before burying his face in the nook of his neck, all while ignoring Alan's constant vain attempts at breaking free from his grasp."You smell so good, Alan", Zeke sprayed hot breath on Alan's sensitive skin, which had turned red from embarrassment. A slow, satisfied moan escaping his dry,raspy throat.Alan bit back a moan, his sanity overwhelming his desires. He gave up struggling, it was absolutely pointless at this point - Zeke clearly had a tight grip on him. So much for calling him fragile..."Mr Ezekiel, your behavior right now is unbecoming. This is a violation of my rights and i demand that you let me g