Novels by Lady Rose

“This is too much,” Lee muttered, shaking his head in complete disbelief. Only moments ago, he had been struggling to accept that he was the lost heir of the Young family. Now, Tyler was placing a premium black card with a twenty-million-dollar limit into his hands, along with ownership of the Fairview Group—a corporate empire worth well over a trillion dollars.How was he supposed to accept all of this so casually?Tyler met his stunned gaze with calm confidence. “This is only a fraction of your birthright, Master Young. You've always been a member of the Young family. Everything that belonged to your father is rightfully yours.”Lee fell silent. If a trillion-dollar company was merely a fraction of his inheritance, then just how wealthy was the Young family? His thoughts spiraled. He knew nothing about running multinational corporations or navigating the ruthless world of high-level business. How could someone like him possibly take charge of a company as powerful as Fairview Group?

Tyler cleared her throat after a long moment of suffocating silence, her expression shifting into a quiet pride. “All you need to know for now is that no one can ever hurt you anymore, Young Master. You're the Young heir.” The words hung heavily in the clinical air of the VIP ward, vibrating with a gravity that Lee could barely comprehend. “You're meant to lead the Young family and take over the family's massive business empire that your father worked so hard to build,” Tyler continued, her voice steady and resolute. “Everything your father owned now belongs entirely to you. That is why we saved you, sir—to protect and preserve the family's legacy that your grandfather and father had built over the years.” Lee stared at her, his mind racing fast, his thoughts colliding in a chaotic storm of disbelief. Him? An heir to a legendary legacy that had been in existence for more than five decades? The sheer absurdity of the statement made his chest tighten. “Do I look like someone who

Him?” Lee's eyes widened in confusion. His mind was still struggling to process everything Tyler had told him so far, yet more secrets kept coming nonstop. He wasn't ready for any of it. “Yes, Master.” Tyler lowered her head, though her composed expression didn't escape Lee's notice. “Cole Smith.” “Cole Smith?” Lee was startled at the mention of his name, it crushed him harder than anything else. Lee's thought spiralled. What did Cole Smith have to do with this? Or was there another person with the same name? That wasn't possible, there was only one Cole Smith he knew. He was the same person who always looked down on him with disdain. “Yes, Master. Cole Smith.” She repeated. “He's the only son of Williams Smith, the third richest man in Avendel Heights.”It's him, there was no doubt. How could it be? Lee ran his finger through his hair anxiously. “What am I supposed to do with that information?” “He's a dangerous man hidden behind a flawless face.” Tyler said, her lips curving in

*****A nurse quietly entered the intensive care unit where Lee was placed. As the monitor beeped steady, she moved closer, scanning the reading. She adjusted one of the IV drips and noted a few observations on the chart.“His vitals are stable.” She confirmed.“Wait!” Tyler's voice stopped her just as she turned to leave. The nurse paused and looked back.“He showed a sign of response. Does that mean… he'll soon wake up?”“I understand your concern ma'am.” The nurse gave a small smile, leaning in slightly. “But that could simply be a reflex. It's common among patients recovering from trauma.” The nurse stopped for a while after observing Tyler's disappointed look. “I know you're eager to see him awake, but that may take time, or…” Tyler snapped her head instantly, her eyes burning with rage. “... Or he might never wake up?” The nurse expression grew serious as she glanced at Lee, then back to Tyler. “He's showing a strong neurological response. That's a good sign. Let's remain h

*******At the Wales mansion, Cathrine was busy handling company matters when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and noticed it's an unknown number. For a second, she hesitated before answering it. When the call ended, Catherine's finger loosened around the phone. It slipped from her grasp and hit the floor with a soft thud. Her vision blurred, and her stance wavered. Before she could steady herself, her knees gave out, and she collapsed. In the living room, Dev and Bianca were absorbed in their phones, scrolling endlessly that none of them noticed.When Susan returned from the gym, she dropped her bag on the couch and stretched loudly. “Where's Catherine?” She asked.“She's in the study.” Dev replied without looking up.“You should talk some sense into her.” Bianca scoffed. “She's been locked in that study for hours, probably thinking of ways to save that loser's ass again.” She blurted. “I don't care if she breaks down, but I think you will.” Susan didn't respond, she

The quiet road did not remain quiet for long. What had once been still and desolate was soon torn apart by the sharp, rising wail of sirens that pierced through the silence.An ambulance sped toward the wrecked black sedan where Lee lay unconscious, his body slumped lifelessly against the twisted frame. Behind it followed a procession of luxury vehicles, sleek and polished, all painted in an intimidating shade of black that reflected no trace of weakness.The ambulance came to an abrupt halt.Moments later, two of the luxury cars stopped behind it. Then, with a quiet authority that demanded attention, a Bentley Bentayga rolled to a controlled stop.The ambulance doors flew open, and paramedics rushed out with urgency.At the same time, the doors of a black sedan and a Rolls-Royce swung open. A group of men stepped out—each dressed in black suits, with a heavy and suffocating presence. They moved like trained enforcers, broad-shouldered and domineering, their muscles taut beneath their