Beginning
There had been a time when Rosalie believed that no matter how cruel the world became, it would never truly break her.
Because Adriana existed.
Their home had never been filled with warmth in the traditional sense. Even before the tragedies, even before loss hollowed out the shape of their lives, Adriana had never been gentle in the way other older sisters were.
She didn’t comfort with soft words.
She didn’t indulge childish fears.
She corrected. Protected. Endured.
And loved—quietly, fiercely, in ways Rosalie only understood much later.
Rosalie, on the other hand, had always been easy to love.
Soft laughter. Careful words. A tendency to see the best in people, even when they didn’t deserve it.
If Adriana stood like a wall against the world, Rosalie was the light behind it.
Perhaps that was why everything fell apart so easily.
The night their parents died was not supposed to be tragic.
It was supposed to be the beginning of something better.
A signed agreement. A final meeting. A plane ride home that would have meant relief instead of struggle.
Instead, it became the moment that split their lives into before and after.
Rosalie remembered the way Adriana had stood perfectly still after the call.
No tears.
No screams.
Just silence.
And then, the next morning, she had woken up to a different sister.
From that day on, Adriana stopped being a child.
Their uncle stepped in where their parents could not.
He was far from perfect—too careless, too indulgent in his own habits—but he cared for them in the only way he knew how. He gave them a home, stability, and the illusion that life could still resemble something normal.
But even that illusion didn’t last.
By the time Rosalie turned fourteen, death had found them again.
This time quietly.
A heart that simply gave out after years of neglect.
Too much caffeine. Too many sleepless nights. Too much responsibility carried alone.
At the funeral, Rosalie cried.
Adriana didn’t.
But that night, when she thought no one was watching
Rosalie saw her.
Sitting on the floor of their uncle’s office, surrounded by papers and responsibilities she should never have had to carry.
Her hands were trembling.
It was the only time Rosalie ever saw her look lost.
By nineteen, Adriana had already made her decision.
They would not fall apart again.
She used what little they had inherited and built something from it—something fragile at first, but determined.
A company.
A future.
A promise.
“Rosan,” she said one evening, placing the finalized documents in front of Rosalie.
Her tone was as calm as ever, but her eyes lingered just a second longer than usual.
“For you… and for Mom.Rosalie and Susana perfect mingling of two people's name that means a world to me"
Rosalie smiled softly after death of the uncle,it was first smile that was used to me common .
It wasn’t just a name.
It was proof that they will have new hoop.
Years passed.
Slowly, then all at once.
Rosan began as something small—almost insignificant in a world dominated by powerful names and inherited wealth.
But Adriana had never relied on luck.
She worked.
Relentlessly.
Obsessively.
Even like possessed to create something that they're late parents failed to create but dreamef about.
And Rosalie stayed by her side.
Not as someone who led, but as someone who supported—managing people, smoothing tensions, building connections that Adriana neither trusted nor cared to maintain.
Together, they created balance.
Together, they built something new.When everything was getting better.
And then—
He appeared.
At first, he was nothing more than a presence.
A name mentioned in passing.
A figure behind deals too large for Rosan to ignore, yet too dangerous to accept without question.
The first time Rosalie saw him, she didn’t understand why the room felt colder.
He wasn’t loud.
He didn’t demand attention.
But attention bent toward him anyway.
His gaze didn’t linger on Adriana.
It settled on Rosalie.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
As if he was just giving a glance but it was felt too far from being just normal.
“You’ve grown well,” he said one night.
The words were simple.
But something about them made Rosalie uneasy.Maybe his tone of voice or the way he was looking?She wasn't sure what felt off that day.
Adriana noticed.
Of course she did.
She always noticed.
The proposal came soon after.
Not aggressive.
Not unreasonable—at least on the surface.
A partnership. Expansion. Protection.
And then, quietly—
A condition.
“I want her”
The room had gone silent.
Rosalie hadn’t understood at first.
Or perhaps hadn’t wanted to.
Adriana’s response was immediate.
Cold.
Final.
“No.”
There had been no negotiation.
No hesitation.
No room left for interpretation.
For the first time—
Something in him shifted.There weren't the mask in place he always wear,for split second he showed his real face before it was gone.
No anger.
No force.
At least not yet.
It was interest.First time something wasn't gone as he wished.He always get with a click of his fingers for a first time he decided to patient play a long a slow dragging game to get what he wants for it to be denied?
“You should think carefully,” he said, his voice still calm, though something beneath it had sharpened. “Opportunities like this don’t come twice.”
Adriana didn’t even look at him.
“Neither do warnings.”
That was the moment everything had truly began.
It didn’t happen all at once.
It never does.
Instead, it unraveled slowly—like threads being pulled from a fabric too tightly woven to notice the damage at first.
Contracts failed.
Investors withdrew.
Rumors spread—quiet at first, then louder.
And always—
He was there.
Not directly.
Never openly.
But present.
Watching.
Waiting.
Rosalie began to feel it before she could understand it.
The way certain meetings were arranged too conveniently.
The way problems appeared only after she became involved.
The way his gaze always found her—no matter how many people stood between them.
“You don’t even realize it, do you?” he said one evening when she made the mistake of meeting him alone.
His voice was softer now.
Almost patient.
“She would burn the entire world before letting you be touched.”
Rosalie felt her chest tighten.
“And you,” he continued, stepping closer—not enough to cross the line, but enough to make her aware of it—“would walk into the fire just to help her.”
She couldn’t move.
“It’s… inconvenient.”
The word felt wrong.
Too light for something that carried so much weight.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice barely steady.
For a moment, he didn’t answer.
Then, quietly—
“Because I want you.”
No hesitation.
No shame.
No attempt to soften it.
“And she won’t give you to me,” he added.
Rosalie’s stomach dropped.
“You’re seventeen so what?" he said, as if that detail meant nothing. “It wasn't a big deal"
It changed everything.
When Adriana found out, the fallout was inevitable.
“You went to him?” Her voice wasn’t raised—but it carried something far more dangerous than anger.
“I was trying to understand!” Rosalie shot back, panic bleeding into her words. “If we know what he wants—”
“I know what he wants.”
Silence.
“And it’s not happening.”
“But we’re losing everything!”
“I don’t care.”
The words hit harder than anything else.
“I will not trade you,” Adriana said, her voice final, unshakable, “for anything.”
Rosalie had never felt more protected.
Or more guilty.
Because deep down—
She knew.
This was her fault.
Everything that followed only proved it.
The company didn’t just fail.
It was dismantled.
Piece by piece.
Deliberately.
And Adriana—
Pushed herself beyond human limits trying to hold it together.
Until she couldn’t.
The hospital room was too still.
Too quiet.
Rosalie stood there, unable to breathe, unable to think, as the doctor’s words blurred into something meaningless.
“She didn’t make it.”
No.
That wasn’t possible.
Adriana wasn’t someone who stopped.
She wasn’t someone who broke.
And yet—
She lay there.
Motionless.
Gone.
Rosalie reached for her, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she collapsed beside the bed.
“I’m here,” she whispered desperately. “I’m here, I’m sorry, I’ll fix it, I’ll do anything—”
But there was nothing left to fix.
Nothing left at all.
The world became unbearable after that.
Days passed without meaning.
Nights stretched endlessly.
And somewhere in the silence—
She realized something terrifying.
He had won.
Not because he got what he wanted—
But because he had taken everything else.
The night she chose to end it, there were no tears left.
Only emptiness.
“If I just realized it sooner,if I just let him have me....,” she whispered into the dark, her voice hollow, “Would you still be alive?"
It was a lie.
She knew it was.
But grief doesn’t care about truth.
Standing at the edge, the city lights blurred beneath her vision.
“I don’t want life like this” she said tightly.
Not without Adriana.
Not with the weight of what she had caused.
Her final thought wasn’t fear.
It was longing.
And then—
She let go.
Far below, unseen—
A man stood in the shadows.
Watching.
For the first time—
His composure cracked.
“…troublesome,” he murmured, though his voice lacked its usual certainty.
He had anticipated resistance.
Struggle.
Even hatred.
But not this.
Not an ending he couldn’t control.
Not losing the one thing he had decided to claim.
His gaze darkened slightly.
“…so this is how you escape.”
For the first time—
He felt something unfamiliar.
Not regret.
But something close to… irritation and anger?
And something far more dangerous beneath it.
Interest.
Rosalie woke up screaming.
And this time—
The story truly begins.
