Rose’s POV
I woke up to a throbbing pain in my right shoulder and a heartbeat monitor beeping. The sudden bright light that filled my vision as I opened my eyes was enough to make me blind. I squinted my eyes as I studied the room I was in and sighed in relief when I realized I was back at the hospital. We’ll more in the hospital than at the hospital if I studied my situation correctly.
I groaned as I tried to sit up in the bed, the pain from my shoulder now spreading to the rest of my arm. Ugg, what is this pain?
I looked towards my arm and noticed it was bandaged and hanging in a sleave. Oh, yeah. That right. I was shot. Yesterday? Two days prior? I don’t know how long I’ve been knocked out, so I’ll have to check the date on my phone.
Two years later"Rose, could you stop preparing things and sit down? It's not good for you to walk around like this."I peered at Mama as I sorted through all the fruits in the bowl,"I'm almost finished."As I reached to put the rest of the fruits in the bowl, Eugene grabbed my hands, forcing me to look at him."Dear, I'm not usually one to tell you what to do, but I think you should listen to your mother this time.""But,"I pouted as I glanced at the fruit,"I'm almost finished."
Eugene's POV The sunlight shines brightly through my windows as I open my eyes. Another day, another chance to sneak away from all the clinging girls. Gosh! What am I?! A human magnet? Can't they leave me alone? They're only after my money and fame, and I won't tolerate it. I wish my life could be less complicated. Being the son of one of the most famous businessmen in the world has its perks, but all the attention? I hate it! I climb out of bed in an 'I don't want to go' attitude and walk to my walk-in wardrobe. I barely have any casual clothes, because my mother and father pack my wardrobe with suit after suit. I can't even remember how many business meetings I have attended already. Gosh, I'm only 18! I walk down my wardrobe, scrolling through the little everyday clothes I have, and pick the first thing I think would cheer my mood up a bit: Casual blue skinny jeans, a blu
Eugene's POV I leave my plate on the dining table and head for the library. Melissa never comes in here, so this is my safe place. She says,"It's just boring people who go to the library".Well, if that makes me aboring person, so be it. It has never been my goal to impress my sister with anything I do. I scroll through the books in the library until I come to my favourite section, Mystery. I always love the thrill that comes with not knowing what's going to happen next. You can make it more interesting for yourself if you start to wonder what is happening and what will happen. I take a few glances through the books on the shelves and
Rose's POV I almost choke on the water in my mouth as soon as the words left Papa's mouth."You've got to be kidding me, right?" Papa sighs and shakes his head."Rose, I assure you, I'm not. I invited my good business friend over for a dinner party at Célèbre restaurant d'Or. I'm making an announcement at the dinner party, and it involves you." I look at Papa for a few seconds and sigh in defeat.Gosh. I hate when he gives me no choice but to do as he says. "Alright, I'll go." Papa smiles, happy with my answer.&n
Eugene's POV The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the foyer was a family of three. A man, who I assumed was Dominic Crimson, father's good friend, was standing to the right whilst two women stood on the left side of him. The one I could tell was Clementine Crimson because my sister has her whole clothing line in her closets, and Melissa has shown me a few photo's of her to give me a heads up about the Crimsons'. The other woman was standing with her head bent down, but as I was looking at her, she lifted her head and looked into my eyes. She looked very much like Clementine and a little bit like Dominic, and then it hit me. Father never mentioned that the Crimsons' had a daughter! What have I gotten myself into? She looks like one of those girls who will follow me around the whole time. Still, that doesn't help the fact that we are staying with them for a few weeks! I'm goi
Rose's POVAs soon as I walked into my room, I locked the door and started pacing up and down.That was awkward. Eugene might be handsome, but he is cold-hearted. I could see it in the way he looked at me when I walked towards him. I didn't even do anything to deserve the way he just looked at me! Luckily, I searched the web for information about him before I greeted him. I found that he dislikes all girls because of personal reasons, and I went on some girl called Cassidy Opera's Instagram, where she posted a photo of him reading a book, so I assumed he liked to read. I think he might be thankful that I don't want anything to do with him because I sure am.I look at the time on my wall clock.It's almost 4 o'clock. The make-up artist and hairstylist Mama arranged will be arriving soon.
Rose's POVEugene took me to the seat next to Papa and drew the chair out, indicating I may be seated."Je vous remercie, Eugene.""Don't mention it."He gives me a forced smile before he walks to the seat opposite me.I know he is only putting on a show for his parents, but who am I kidding? I'm also putting on a show for my parents.It didn't take long for everyone to be seated. As soon as everyone was at the table, the waitresses started serving the starters. I could see the waitresses eyeing Eugene, but he didn't look at them even if they wanted him to. Well, it was nothing less than what I expected it from the cold heir.
Rose's POV I didn't even wait for the driver to open my door when we arrived at the villa. I rushed into the house, up the stairs and into my room, locking the door. I ran to my bed and cried. I didn't care if my make-up ran onto my clean sheets. I didn't care what the household maids thought of me at that time because I knew they saw me rushing to my room. I didn't care at all.How could Papa sell me out like that? HOW?! I'm his only daughter, and he treasures me so much. I know this because he tells me that every day of my life. Or was that all a lie? If he cared about me that much, he wouldn't sell me off like that. He would ask me for my feelings first. That's the Papa I know. Not the one who announced the wedding between Eugene and me tonight. That's not my Papa. I cried. I