Rohan steps into the VIP clubroom with Simone. A wave of pulsing music, which sends shivers of excitement in him, immediately surrounds them. He looks around, taking in the dark walls, the glowing neon signs, and the lush velvet drapes adorning the walls. The air is thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and alcohol, and Rohan feels a wave of anticipation as he takes a seat. Simone sits provocatively beside him. She is wearing a skimpy dress that barely covers her body. It is adorned with jewels, and she is wearing makeup, her eyes gleaming brightly with a mischievous glint. “Thanks for the private room, Hansel,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “Well, it’s your request for passing the test,” he answers, trying to ignore the body warmth coming off Simone’s. She is attractive, and he can’t help the sudden wave of desire when he makes the wrong move of looking into her eyes. As if sensing it, she places her hands on his chest. “I wonder until when before you give in to me,” she

Rohan and Rosalyn are standing in the middle of the living room, their faces close enough to mistake that they are kissing. The way Rosalyn touches his arm and how she smiles, even at the way they hold each other’s gaze—it’s as if they are communicating silently. And the heavier the atmosphere, the closer they get, moving in for a kiss. But before their lips touch again, Tyrianne steps into the living room. “Oh!” she exclaims, her jaw slack, her eyes going back and forth between Rohan and Rosalyn. She clears her throat before saying, “We didn’t know that someone is here.” By ‘we,’ she meant the other orphanage girls she brought. “It’s okay, Miss Shephard,” Rohan says, pulling away from Rosalyn. “Will you be able to ask Nath to bring in our lunch?” “Of course. I will also leave the two of you here,” she says before stepping back and pulling the door close. Rohan looks apologetically at Rosalyn. “Sorry about that. Since I live alone here, they are used to barging into most of the r

Rohan turns the corner of his lips upward when he reads the headlines. “Kendrick Walton denies Presidential Rumors.” ‘The idiots. Who would even vote for him? As a senator, he’s done nothing. They should have chosen a better puppet than this stupid man on drugs,’ Rohan thinks. The thought of someone like Kendrick Walton running for president is enough to make his stomach churn. And so, he places the newspaper underneath the coffee table before going to his room. At least, the rumors are false. It’s something to feel relieved about. Adding more power to the Waltons is not a beneficial development for his plans. However, after his shower, he sees Kendrick Walton being interviewed whose face is unsmiling and looks stupid. Rohan feels something inside him swell. He clenches his teeth, wanting to turn away, but he couldn’t. He stares at the image, feeling the rage he hasn’t felt for a long time. The interviewer is asking Kendrick’s opinion about the recent survey. It is about who will

Rohan steps into Rosalyn’s dressing room and freezes for a moment. The room is a flurry of colors and textures, with designer garments draped across the backs of velvet chairs, shoes arranged in neat little rows on the floor, and bags of accessories piled high in the corner.He takes it all in. They are now in Paris for the show, and as Rosalyn warned him, she is swamped, but it is perfect for his other plans–which are all set to destroy her life.And so, he stands by the doorway, admiring the chaos with a calmness that belied the things he’d prepared earlier. Rosalyn senses him, and she smiles—a bright smile. And sometimes, he wonders if she really is in love with him and not just lust. It doesn’t matter, though. He only approached her for revenge.“Hansel!” he greets. She opens her arms to him, and he walks towards her, kissing her cheeks. “After this, we can have a world of our own,” she whispers.Pulling back, she asks, “What do you think?”Rohan looks at her while she slowly runs

When they return to the country, Rohan knows something is different despite their usual routine. Rosalyn has a look of contentment, like how newlyweds should be. Only his is fake.On the morning after a night of their incessant lovemaking, Rosalyn sits on his lap and winds her arms around him.“Good morning,” she whispers, kissing him gently.“Well, hello there, gorgeous,” he greets, placing his newspaper back on the table. “Had a pleasant sleep?”She nods. “Only… My body is aching because of the activities last night.”Rohan grins. “You don’t want it anymore?”“If it’s you, I will always want it.”And so, they kiss again, as if they still can’t get enough of each other. After a while, Rosalyn breaks the kiss.“Did you know that when we returned, I made you a partner for all my businesses and assets?”Rohan scowls at her, yet deep inside, all he can think of is, ‘Finally! That takes you so long!’“Shhh...” Rosalyn coaxes. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve been making me very happy,