The papers are full of whispers about Rose Amber. They say she's involved with a notorious gangster. They are also in every alley. They are scandalous and spread with sensation. The headlines scream of 'secret meetings in the shady corners.' They paint a picture of 'forbidden love amid danger and intrigue.'' The media can turn nothing to something.

Rose Amber is a beautiful young lady of age 28 and the only daughter of the Amber family. Her mother is Catherine, and her father is Leo Amber, also has an elder brother Jack Amber. Both her mother and father have shown great love for her. Leo Amber is an outstanding businessman and has been in the business field for almost 30 years. After the wedding of both Mr. and Mrs. Amber, they named the jewelry company "YONU." Everyone knows the formidable industry. Both have great knowledge and are also great designers. They are 48–50 years old. They wanted to build a separate business. Both can invest their hard work for their children. Her older brother, Jack Amber, is also handsome and refined. He is 31 years old and has the bearing of elites. He is a neuroscientist by profession.

Regardless of the powerful family Rose Amber has faced tragic death. The world says that Amber's entire family's reputation rests on the soil. But, in fact, to be more precise, she only ruined her reputation. For every interview on the news channel and other shows, the talks focused on Rose. To think this way Ambers were not related to her. They ruined Rose Amber's reputation. Accusers accused her of having an affair with a man, taking drugs, and bullying. She was also accused of lacking education, etiquette, and noble behavior. That was it before. Few can see how they tossed and turned Rose with no mercy. Yet she still roamed around them like a fool. She is a fool.

Now, everything has turned into something major. Orlenna is a beautiful city in the East. The "Rose Amber" used to be the most popular upper class person since birth. But, news of her death has now erupted. The scene of Boyle crying spread all over the media. Her delicate features expressed clear agony. They left all the media sympathizing with her. After a few more minutes the comment section flooded for her. Few expressed doubts but the majority suppressed them.

It didn't seem like someone had died but more like someone had wronged Boyle.

Someone changed the whole scenario.

The media were asking questions about her death. They are inquiring about how and when she died. Most of them were sure that she died unable to manage her face. This was after the news broke out about her affair with those indecent men. Her idea of beauty is different. The world's idea of truth, which it imagines to be true, frames a different personality of her. No one particularly knows what is right and what is wrong, but they don't care about this. If they could find news about any person that grabs netizens' attention, then it's fine by them.

The mother and father of Rose appear at the airport with desperation on their faces. They seemed worried. Every piece of news related to Rose is now a hot topic. Even if her parents were not present the media would have questioned them later. Such a thing is not uncommon in human life. For a long time, reporters crowded the gates of Amber Villa and didn't move even an inch. They were trying their best to find something to report.

Although the outside is very chaotic, the inside of the mansion is calm. Right now, Amber's mansion is large and full of expensive crystal furnishings. The situation there is very weird. The entire hall stands empty, with not a single person casting a shadow. Yet, in the middle if anyone squinted their gaze a little, they could see a person on the floor. The face of the person is peerless. It seemed like a goddess descendent on the earth. Yet the shocking point is, the woman, in the middle, is Rose Amber. She is still alive. She is breathing, the movement of her shoulders indicated so. The lady whose news of death spread like fire all over the world is still alive. She is unconscious. Her skin pale and she looked sick. For a moment no movement occurred, and everything was still in the hall. A while later a sound of footsteps from the stairs resonated and they surrounded Rose. They began to scan her for a while but soon became anxious, the middle-aged lady asked, "What happened? Shouldn't she be awake by now? Don't tell me you people overdose on her by accident and she is already dead."

"How can it be? I didn't overdose with her." Boyle glanced at the body and scorned, "Yet she was already very weak and at the brink of death. Even a little higher amount could kill her. So, I don't know if she is dead or not." Her reply was nonchalant. She doesn't seem like the same person who in front of the media cried like a mad person. She scrolled through her phone with amusement. The comment section is displaying pity to her good heart saying 'how can Boyle be so good! Rose was not a good sister let alone be a better person. She doesn't even deserve an ounce of sadness. My goodness please don't cry for someone like Rose.' The crying emoji was limitless. After her others followed too. The netizens are showing concern for her. They are doing so instead of for the already announced dead Rose. Boyle fooled the fools and almost laughed aloud. It is so easy to manipulate these buffoons.

A middle-aged man added touching his short beards, "I don't care even if she is dead. She has no use for me. I thought she must have the papers with her but to think she rejected Leo in the past." He sighed and added with anger, "I can't believe that till now I was pouring my efforts in vain." Saying this his gaze turned solemn. He crossed his arms tapping his foot.

"One or two slaps will do." A young man smiled and said, as he stepped ahead and slapped Rose a few times to make her conscious. He stood there with his chin high like looking down at worms. Then with the kerchief he cleaned his hands. Felt repulsive.

Rose at due time felt the sensation and couldn't help opening her eyes with great difficulty. Describing beauty is never enough. But, the person looks very beautiful. She has a fair complexion, clear blue eyes, and golden hair. Sweat dampened it. She appeared too gorgeous. Her beautiful curves show the figure of seductiveness. One cannot help but glance at her a few more times to gain a clear understanding of her features. Regardless of her beautiful look, she is having a hard time. Confusion surrounded her face.

Right now, there are four people, a middle-aged couple and a young lady with a good-looking man. The middle-aged couple “Stanton Amber and Baty Amber” are the grandparents of Rose. Baty Amber is the step of the grandmother of Rose. Her real grandmother died early, and Stanton married Baty soon after that. The other girl is "Boyle Amber." She is the daughter of Amber's grandfather and grandmother. The man is the son of Adelson. Adelson is the friend of Stanton Amber, also known as "Danny Adelson."

Rose tried to stand up but collapsed with a thump. Without a doubt it must be painful, yet the lady didn't utter a single sound. It's as if she didn't notice. She kept falling due to dizziness. A while later she finally gave up trying and decided to observe her surroundings instead. She didn't talk the entire time. Her hands reached out searching for something to lean on but there is nothing around her. As if in confusion she tilted her head. She still thinks that it is her own room.

Rose felt frustrated. Her white slim hands clenched hard. Realizing that someone had drugged her made her shudder. This is not her first time facing this situation. But the situation is worse this time. No one will ever drug her at home. It is implausible that someone could drug her without her stepping out of the villa. Her grandparents will doubt her. This is hard to explain to others.

When she was fidgeting while thinking she raised her head to look around. Despite the blurriness of the view, she can discern each detail. For her whole life, they are the people she always lived with. She struggled to speak. She looked at the eldest of the four. She observed their features before finally uttering her words with great effort. She avoided making eye contact, “Granny, what are you doing here?"

Baty mused but didn't reply. Rose felt the others might have already known what happened. She explained, "Sorry, but listen to me. Someone mixed something in my food, causing me to pass out. Please help me up." Her voice is soft. She appeared victimized. After saying those words, she paused and looked up to them, there was hope in her eyes. She waited for help. Before this her grandmother always helped her up and cared for her. She will calm her and speak in a warm tone. Without any second thought this time is also the same.

Baty's face twisted with anger as she glared at Rose, her voice laced with frustration. "Rose you have shamed us. I cannot count how many times I've told you not to blame others for everything you do."

Rose puzzled while listening to her grandmother. The verbalism of Baty is cruel. Rose didn't believe what she heard. With uncertainty plastered on her face Rose again coaxed her, she bit her lips, "I know, I was wrong to not be on guard." She paused and added, "But I swear that I didn't take any drugs today."

Baty narrowed her eyes. The ironic expression smeared, "You always do whatever you want. You are not a child anymore! Rose, you should admit what you did was wrong. "Don't act as if someone wronged you." Despite Rose's confusion, the words' meaning is clear to her. Nonetheless, the shock surprises her.

Rose processed her every word again. She was at a loss for words as her grandmother's harsh words pierced her heart. Despite her addiction, Rose had always held responsibility for her actions. She never blamed others. For her grandmother to utter these words are not only unexpected but also suspicious. What does she mean by 'always'? Which incident is she talking about? Her grandmother's accusations left her angry. She felt confused and helpless, trapped in a situation where she can't defend herself. The weight of the moment hung in the air.

Rose repeated her plea. Her voice trembled with urgency. She frowned, "I swear, I didn't overdose. It was something in the food that caused me to faint. Please believe me." Her words carried a desperate tone, layered with a sense of pleading. She only ate her lunch and slept after that. How can someone drug her afterwards. She added, tightening her jaws. How can you blame me with no proof?" Her frustration simmered beneath her words. It was clear in the charged atmosphere.

Hearing her words, this time her grandfather's words landed with a tone. It bordered on the absurd. 'Rose!' He began, almost, "You ought to watch your tongue." He rolled his eyes. "Today you unwittingly overwhelmed yourself with an overdose, leading to fainting. No one can drug someone who is already addicted." He paused and added, "Boyle did a good act by rescuing you, yet you seem to overlook this kindness. You should thank her first."

As he finished, she turned to Boyle. Rose noticed Boyle wearing a grotesque expression. A mocking glint shimmered in her eyes. She wasn't looking up for this. Suddenly, it dawned on her- Boyle had advised her to add more salt before she'd eaten. With a rush of realization, Rose cried out, "Boyle did it! She tampered with my food. Granny, please, she was the one who told me...!"

"Enough!" Rose jerked back due to her sudden higher tone. Before this her granny never talked with her like this. It stunned her but she felt weird. Everything there looks, words and behaviors. They are not the same as before. Despite seeing her granddaughter becoming timid Baty added, "Rose, you've let me down."

"But I'm telling the truth!" She wanted to say more but something very peculiar caught her attention.

Rose's words echoed through the empty hall. They bounced off the walls with a haunting sound. She pleaded for belief. But, it turned bitter as she scanned the empty room. The space was once full of servants. It glimmered with light. Now, it stood eerily silent and dim. No one was there except for the grannies and Boyle with Danny. As Rose pieced through the fragments of the situation, a chill crept up her spine. Her heart ached with the sting of betrayal. The cruel facade in front of her hid the weight of truth. In that bleak moment, Rose grappled with the truth. A made trap caught her. The fervent plea in her died. A seething gale of emotions replaced it. She felt despair. But, indignation mixed with it. They formed a cauldron of rage within her. The betrayal she felt twisted into a mocking anger.

She realized that someone had used her hope. This time she saw clearly. Looking up she saw them smiling at each other. They were still showering affection at Boyle, and no one helped her up. It is pathetic. She cannot help but bring the past doubts of her back. She remembered those unsure moments. Someone schemed against her. How naive she was. Her thoughts were to bury those clear moments of betrayal, just because they say so. She did everything they told her to do, never disappointed any of them. So, why?

Her shoulder slumped. With trembling lips her rough voice sounded, "Why?" she questioned, "Why am I treated differently? Aren't we both your granddaughters? So why?" The unspoken ache parched her throat. Boyle from the past continued to bask in favoritism. Layers of special treatment wrapped Boyle. But, it slipped through her fingers. It was like elusive shadows.

These were the only thoughts running through her mind. Unknown to her, both her parents are now hurrying over to look at her. She is their daughter. Before she let them down, she is their child. The wrong things Rose did were small. They were nothing compared to their blood relation. As for Rose, the hope to see her parents running for her never crossed her mind. It's not that she doesn't want to. It's because she doesn't want to have high hopes and die more sadly than she already is. With both her parents' dismay in her actions, she is utterly alone. If it were past maybe they would have helped her up. But she did so much, almost everything she shouldn't have done is already done. She was a fiasco who made them distressed. They will not acknowledge her again. Her ingenuity led to this day. In these circumstances shouldn't her grandparents intervene? She wondered again why they aren't saying anything to Boyle. She took a deep breath to calm down. The sweat dripped down her forehead.

Her mind spun. Things before her actually are pretty simple. They were actually the same back then too maybe. It was just her blind devotion that led to this end. She's lost and directionless. At the last moment of her life everything crumbled into pieces. Yet she cannot do anything. Watching every truth unfold before her. Her mind worked its own by recalling those years of lies. This made her feel pathetic. It also made her feel embarrassed and shameful. At this moment, it seems like the dark cloud hovering over her is pouring hailstone.

At the end, is this the harsh reality she had to face? Aren't they the grandparents? They have loved her since childhood. Since when did they change so much that she didn't even realize it? Can't this all be a dream. Her heart truly wished that the sight before her is not real. She is not afraid of death. But she fears that her past conviction can be drama, and nothing more.

However, to her dismay, this isn't a dream. The bitter truth is here, mocking her past thoughts.' For a person who believes something so much to accept this sight is not an easy task.

Granny's face contorted due to anger, her eyes flashing with fury. She spoke with disdain. She unleashed her words. Each one carried years of suppressed frustration. "Since when did you acquire the audacity to speak ill of your sister Boyle?" She made a disdainful gesture. Her nails were long and manicured. They pointed at Rose in accusation. Granny's gaze met Rose's for a moment. But, it was fleeting. It was as if the sight of her granddaughter was a burden too heavy to bear. She averted her eyes, as if staring any longer might induce a physical reaction.

She waved her hands aggressively, the air slapped Rose's face as she heard. "You, our first child's only daughter, are a stain upon our family's prestige." Her voice laced with bland hatred.

Please wait." Boyle expressed her concern. "Grandma, your words are too harsh," she said. This is true because of her fragile health. With a sigh, she continued humbly, "Drugs and alcohol have hurt her health." Please, be more understanding. Sister will admit her mistakes. She will then say sorry to both grandma and grandpa. Right, sister?" She cast a meaningful look at Rose.

"People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones." With no interest Rose uttered. She lacked a basic education from them. But, she still reads books and magazines. For her having known these kinds of words are truly nothing out of order. She can differ, she doesn't feel new looking at how Boyle acts. She was always like this, 'pot calling the kettle black'.

Rose can almost see the steam carrying out of her ears. The next second, she started to yell at the top of her lungs, "Rose I'm speaking up for you. It is honestly disappointing to see you finding faults in me." She added a chest sticking out. "Sister should think before she speaks." Her hint is clear.

Right now, Rose found herself at the mercy of these four angry people. Her face glowing a faint pink on her cheeks. Maybe it was the drug. Her sight blurred, and breathing became hard. But she clenched her teeth and struggled to calm down. She glared openly at Boyle, unable to hide her resentment. Although she wanted to spit on them but couldn't. Her throat is desolate like desert with not a single drop of water. She can understand, that ever since she slept no one ever gave her a drop of water.

Grandfather was angry. He growled instantly. His voice raised, “Useless girl. How can you be so black-hearted? You even want to blame others for the trouble you made? Your cousin is saying kind words to you, but you are flaring at her. Why do I have a granddaughter like you?" Rose, upon hearing this, seemed stunned. It was as if she had emerged from a long period of darkness into sudden clarity. This shouldn't surprise her anymore. They are not what she thought. Still, she cannot help but blame herself. Stupidity, it's all because of her stupidity. We cannot change anything; everything is a mess. But the good thing is she is going to die anyway. Even if it is for the last time, she will not leave them in peace. She smiled downcast. It was horrifying. Her pale skin, bloodshot eyes, and bloody lips combined.

At this last moment she will try to be more optimistic but with evil intentions. She realized her foolishness late. But, it was better to grasp the truth late than to stay oblivious to their scheme. She understands this more than anyone. If only she had been more realistic than idealistic. Then, maybe this wouldn't have had to be her end. But it is ridiculously her end, everything is now nothing. Her life was like an undertaking backward drama, where only she was the pawn.

Her reaction was contrary to their expectations. It turned into a fit of wild laughter. It utterly disregarded their assumptions. She chuckled uncontrollably. She paid no heed to their presence and used her fingers to wipe away her tears. Eventually she stopped. She shook her head in disbelief and let out an exasperated sigh. To her response Danny smiled. His shiny shoes tapped forward. He stopped. He grabbed Rose's chin hard. But, he then pulled back his hands very quickly. "Rose, how are you feeling?" Rose glanced at the man before her. She expressed her question with a languid tilt. For her to react this way Danny smiled and added, "The betrayal, how does it feel?"

"You are enjoying this, tell me how you feel instead?' Her soft voice turned smoky due to the drug that has turned into the poison. She asked, "You feel good? Right? But why?" Her smile was genuinely pitying them, "I don't understand why you all did this to me. Neither do I want to know. However, I can guess at least that you didn't get what you wanted right?"

How can Rose fail to guess their target. More than ten times a day, people asked her about the property papers of the villa. It is easy to guess like solving a puzzle with all materials before her. As expected, their startled faces had no time to react. Then, she added, "You know why?" The grin on her face made it light up like moonlight. It's very simple, in short, I didn't want to give it to you." She, at least, wants to see that startling wrath at their own mistakes. "Your schemes, huh, I never failed to notice." The papers of the villa, you will never find them."

Grandfather was the first to lose his temper. His old yet strong hands grabbed her hair and yanked backwards. He asked in anger, with full authority, "Where are the papers?" His voice rose to a certain high note, "Rose, tell your grandpa! You are going to die anyway. Help your grandfather for this time."

'How dare he!' Her scream failed to make any sound. But this doesn't matter. Rose's smile was turning into a hauntingly evil one. She looked at her grandfather's hand that is still grabbing her hair. Above her forehead. It is painful. His eyes are greedy and mouth filthy that she never thought before. Who is this person? Rose can no longer identify him. He is not the one she knew. He is not the facade he used to have. This person is unknown to her.

She tried to break free from him, but the strength was too weak to shake his hands off. She opened her mouth. But, she couldn't answer. The poison was blinding her. With a thump her half-raised body collapsed on the floor. Her body gave up. Grandfather freed his grip on her hair. She laughed and laughed. Despite her laughter. Rose's eyes shimmered with tears. They looked like distant stars.

She faced them calmly. Her voice sounded low. She spoke with great difficulty, "Do you think that treating me this way will lead you to the papers? How naive of you to think this way?" Her words carried a mix of amusement and pain. The pain was due to the effect of the drug. What did Boyle use apart from the drugs. She wanted to scream the curse words, but her lips seemed to be sealed. They all are hypocrites. It is unfair!! She wanted to shout. Her breathing grew labored, but she pressed on clearing her mind. God has been unfair to me! It must be because, I didn't respect my parents that led me to face this harshness. She paused and nodded heavily, they were so worried about me, but I was the stupid one. I was the one who didn't think of them highly! I did everything wrong!! I deserve this karma!

Boyle smiled and appeased softly, "Granny she is lying. Don't worry even if Uncle Leo has it then I will do my best to bring it back." She will never lose a single chance to ground her hands on such precious things. At this moment Rose grinned and shattered all their hopes with few words. "The papers are-" She coughed and added, her voice barely hearable, "no longer in my father's possession. It was converted into a will by my father. Which says that if I die then the villa is to be donated to the orphanage." Their expressions turned ugly. They knew what she meant. If Rose dies today then they will have to shift away. This villa will not belong to them.

Right at the correct timing, Stanton received a phone call and his ugly face evolved into a wrathful ugly face, "The notice has been made. This bastard really did donate the villa to those useless orphanages!"

s Rose tries to gather the strength, her body weakens further. " Today I perished." She declared, "Your fate will follow too, and it will be a greater tragedy." With those words Rose lay still-a once adorned face now frozen, leaving behind a chilling silence with nothing but anger. Stanton stepped ahead to kill Rose himself but before that Rose was at her last breath. He went ahead and scratched Rose's face with no long nails. He screamed due to frustration. It was the greed that blind this person. He didn't leave the dead body as it is and went looking at the wall to grab the gun.

She lost in life,

in moments,

in maintaining a good bond,

to receive love,

to be happy and to truly live. She is the failure of FATE!

Her life was meaningless and a steppingstone for others. She would never like to be born again. She does not care if the four murderers are okay or not. Her conciseness does not care if they received their punishment or not. They can live however they want, since she cannot revert anything by even reincarnating again. There is no need to hope.

Everything that wasn't supposed to happen, already happened. So, what's the point. But after she lost her life, the whole hall was blasted, and nothing was left but only ruined. The four murderers without their knowledge died. More painfully but unknown dead. The soldiers stepped in and continued the search a few minutes later. May be an emergency rescue team. Yet a man stood in the middle of the mess. His eyes were moist but there was no one to see and care about it. He was all alone. No one saw that silent sob. The man knelt and hugged the burned Body.

Rose, the lady, who charmed the world with her beauty. When she was first expose to the public, everyone wanted to take a glimpse of her. To see the royal beauty. The only daughter of Amber's eldest son Leo. The cuteness that a silly little girl of only five-year-old could make people fall over for her. Her fame reached so high that later she overshadowed the only lady of the second-eldest son of Amber's Steve. When the media started to converse about this, everything including the lives of these two children changed along with the circumstances of the family.

Rose naturally with her beauty was a very proud person. She had her own reasoning. Her eyes never failed to look through other people's bad attitude. As the only daughter who had gain this immense fame, she was constantly disliked by others at home. However, here she is not the Cinderella that her anger can be controlled due to the respect she had for her elders. Her emotions were very pure and direct. Although she did heed elders' words but not to the point where she was bullied. Her anger was like direct streams of water from the tap. Nor she can control it, neither she wanted to control it for others. A child so small like her was naughty and can get angry like other children. But maybe the media and for others she was no longer a child but a god, who can never do something like showing angers at others. After some time, she was criticized for her straightforwardness as cruelty.

Later things changed. Boyle who is known for her inferiority turned someone who was admired by many people but Rose who was known for her pure beauty got darker reputation and weirder attitude with every appearance before the public. The vast difference in their personality before the media made different route for their future. People, from nowhere started to criticize Rose for bullying when she very first time entered the school. This news had no evidence in actually. However, this conjecture was spread throughout the city and soon appear before the media. Since then, no one ever stepped ahead to befriend with her. 'So, what if she is beautiful, her character is not good.' It was saddening that a child like her could never be able to make a single friend.

Her life became more reserved, and she became reticent. Barely ever speaking with anyone. She was turning entirely mute. Until the accident occur when she was nine-year-old. That turn her into a different person. It was a surprise. Her mind and body became obedient under Boyle and others. She was like a fool smiling like a fairy but serving like a servant to Boyle. If she ever said something hurtful to Boyle, she would start to ignore her. It was this treatment that made Rose never fight or go against Boyle. For Rose Boyle was someone that she respected because when no one wanted to take her as someone close to them, it was Boyle who was not reluctant at all. She was the light that guided Rose to cross every path in life. When people are extremely lonely, they will without any force depend on the only person who is nice to them. This was exactly the case with Rose.

Her mouth would only open when Boyle asked her to.

Her smile and attitude are also solely dependent on how Boyle wanted to her be.

The life of Rose was merely a string-doll under the care of someone like Boyle. It was not that Rose trusted Boyle, but she had no other way to go and no one to go after. The entire world was against her. For some reasons even her parents and bother appeared to be reluctant to be with her. Obviously, it was never the case. The words that Boyle would spoke will ultimately affect her. It was like Boyle had her overall control. Something which no one would ever want to let others have.

Rose had caught with DPD {Dependent Personality Disorder}. It was so hard for her to live off without Boyle. That care Boyle had showed in the past was enough for her to clung to her forever. Boyle and other knew her condition very well but for personal grudge or ignorance they never took her to the psychologist to cure her. Later because she couldn't deny drinking with Boyle's friends, she was unknowingly drugged. She had no idea about it. At that time Boyle said the hotness and feeling nuisance must be due to fever. Boyle had no courage to make her sleep with man at that time. Maybe due to grandfather's restriction. He cares greatly about his family's reputation. Only later did she got to know when her health took a troll. But till that moment she was beyond saving. Everyday her meals were added with drugs that she was not aware of. This was the greatest mistake she ever did. She was later isolated from the world. From then on, she had no value. Never going to any gathering and appearing before people.

Her Grandfather and Grandmother were very good to her. At least this was what she thought before the last moment of her death. They favored Boyle more but Rose under the meticulous instruction of Boyle was very understanding. Boyle said, 'It is because I'm the eldest one of us.' This thing was not at all acceptable. So, what if she is elder. Rose is younger so isn't it more acceptable to be her who should be loved. Yet her mindset was not at all like that, to think that she was okay with it. At the young age the affection from the elders is very precious gesture but if they don't get it, they will start to hate their parents. This was happened with Rose. Her parents will never return home for weeks, and Rose would have to watch Boyle being picked up by her parents to play and smile. This was the happy scenario that Rose always wanted but she never got one. This was another reason why she was distant with her parents.

Afterwards, even the person like Danny who liked her previously started to make disgusting look whenever she appeared. He became closer to Boyle. Only later Boyle told her that she likes Danny and so does he. But in between Danny was very close to Rose that was not acceptable to Boyle. Thus, she told him about her drug addiction secret. Obviously, she said this because she wanted to show-off to Rose. However, Rose was not furious at her being with Danny. Her entire personality shook when she knew that Boyle has told Danny about her secret. Danny is a crafty person, who will never let go of telling media about such a thing. He likes to enjoy show. When others are in pain he would smile. This made the news about her drug addiction public. Rose being the fool reacted too strongly. It surprised Boyle. Rose that for the very first time didn't talk with anyone for a whole month. Rose was super suspicious for the very first time, yet she didn't mind this thing later. She calmed down under the crafty sweet words of grandmother. "She was the wrong this time. But Rose be more considerate. Forgive your sister for this time. She already apologized for her mistake. For this small thing don't break your relationship with your cousin. Okay?" What could Rose say? She became the more considerate and forgive Boyle.

It was only later did she thought about everything, but it was too late. With not much of living her life came to an end. She was faced with reality and nothing that could be done at that moment. The last trace for seeing them angry at what they lost was accomplished. Things turn serene from the chaotic start of her memory. Life was not unfair; it was she who never respected and understood it. She expected love from an incapable people.

She was wrong to expect love from people she was not even close with. It was a disrespect to love someone who is not close to one's heart. She loved people like appreciating an artifact at home and museum. It was not the kind of affection she ever wanted from others too. She never understood. The veneration for love was nowhere in her life. Not even a little bit.

Boyle misused her devotion.

Her grandparents had ulterior motives,

Danny who claimed to like her never genuinely liked her. He changed with just few words from Boyle.

All of them were not the person as they appeared on the surface. This was the greatest disrespect that she had carried her entire life. She never received the so-called love in her whole life. For a person to never ever receiving an ounce of love is futility. They are not even worthy for hell.

She, Rose, was that unworthy person. In the darkness she remained for a very long time. The time seemed to stop and the thoughts in her head died.