"What took so long?" Tiffany spat at her the moment she stepped into the elevator."

"Umm, these are a little heavy." She replied meekly, looking at her feet. She didn't tell her that she fell on the ground; otherwise, Tiffany would be mad that she dropped her shopping bags.

"Whatever." They stepped out of the elevator and said, "Move your freaking feet fast. You have so much work to do." Tiffany said, and they came back home.

"I want everything perfect. This deal is very important to me. So this dinner should be perfect." Victor is yelling at everyone. 

"Roseline, go and fetch some fresh flowers to keep in this vase." Tiffany said, and she went out, plucking some fresh flowers and coming back inside when she was hit with something hard and about to fall.

But two strong arms hold her tightly around her waist. Her eyes are closed, and a small smile appears on his face, seeing the blushing rose again. He suppressed his smile and cleared his throat. 

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the same hazel eyes she saw this morning.

He is the same tall man with dark blonde hair to whom she bumped an hour ago. 

"You?" She was surprised, quickly freed herself from his hold, and stepped back. "Are you here to complain about me?" She asked worriedly, "Please don't. I'm really sorry." She pleaded, joining her hands. She is terrified of what they will do to her again if they find out about it. She thought Aaron was here to complain about her.

He chuckled and held her hands together. "White blushing rose holding roses?" He mumbled, amused, but she heard him.

"Huh?" She asked dumbfoundedly, but without saying anything, he stepped inside.

She came behind him and saw Victor shaking hands with the stranger. She placed the flowers in the vase and went to the kitchen.

"Oh my gosh! He is so handsome." One maid exclaimed:

"He is a Greek God." The other maid said.

"Oh, Lord, he is so hot and tall." Others said so, and Roseline rolled her eyes and resumed her work.

"Take this out." One maid said that while giving her a tray of coffee mugs.

She came out, walking towards them, when she heard the stranger say, "Ms. Evans. I'm really sorry for your loss, but I appreciate how you are handling your father's business." He is saying this to Tiffany. 

Roseline is shocked that she is introducing herself as her, but she can't do or say anything, and all in this daze, she tripped, and coffee fell on Aaron's hand.

She gasped and covered her mouth. "I'm so sorry, please......"

"WHAT THE HELL!!! ARE YOU BLIND?" Victor yelled at her, and she flinched in terror, but Aaron showed him his finger to stop, and Victor swallowed his words. Even Aaron doesn't understand why he doesn't like anyone yelling at her.

Who is she to him?

The answer is: no one.

"Mr Warner, I'm so sorry for her behavior." Victor apologized, turned to Roseline, and said with gritted teeth, "Help, Mr. Warner."

She flinched badly but nodded. "Yes. Please do it this way, Mr."

Aaron silently followed her. She helped him wash his hand with cold water and started applying ointment while blowing air.

Her hands are shivering, like she is hurt and feeling the pain, but Aaron didn't even hiss in pain.

He is just looking at her calmly, but like a real bastard, his cock is hardening at her mere touch.

She started apologizing, saying, "I'm so sorry, Mr..."

"It's Aaron." He cut her off, mesmerized.

"Huh?" She instantly looked at him, confused. 

"My name is Aaron. What's your blushing rose?" He asked, touching her cheek, but she flinched and stepped back. "I don't like to repeat myself." He asked again.

She shuddered at his demanding tone but answered anyway because she was scared that if he said anything to Tiffany and Victor, then what would happen to her? "R- Roseline." She whispered, shuddering, and he chuckled.

"Totally suits your personality. Rose." He said that and went to the dining area.

Her eyes welled up with tears because no one called her Rose after her father's death. She felt all alone again.

"We are really sorry, Mr. Warner." Victor started apologizing the moment Aaron came back.

"Cut the crap, Mr. Anderson. I'm not burned." He replied coldly. "It was just a fucking coffee, not some lava."

They had dinner and discussed business, but his eyes did not leave Roseline for a second.

"So what do you think, Mr. Warner?" Victor asks with hopeful eyes.

Instead, he asks, "Who is she?" He asks, looking at Roseline. Because right now she is distracting him, and he has a sudden urge to claim her.

"She is no one, Mr. Warner," Tiffany replied quickly. 

"Mr Warner..." Victor tried to ask, but he cut him off.

"I need time to think; after all, I'm investing a huge amount." Aaron replied coldly and left without hearing anything.

The moment he left, Victor pulled Roseline out of the kitchen by holding her hair.

"Aah, sorry, Victor, please. Aah." She pleaded, crying, and he threw her on the ground and started whipping her. 

"Fucking because of you. I will lose a deal." He said that while hitting her mercilessly, and she was crying, screaming for mercy, but that monster didn't stop.

"Aahh. I didn't do it purposefully. Sorry." She was pleading, but he didn't stop. 

On the other hand, Aaron comes back to New York, but his mind is still in Boston. 

Roseline's innocent face is not leaving his memory. Even he is surprised at how a little fragile girl is capable of this.

"Sir." His secretary, Seth, came in with a parcel and handed it over to Aaron.

"You may leave." Aaron replied and opened the parcel, but Richard came in at the exact moment. 

"Welcome back. How was your trip?" Richard asks, sitting in front of him.

"That was not a vacation," Aaron replied nonchalantly.

"I know. I know. I mean, did you finalize the deal?" Richard asks.

"No, not yet." Aaron replied plainly.

"Why?" Richard was surprised because Aaron never does such things. It's do or don't for him always.

"I don't know." He sighed, and a photographer fell from the parcel, which Richard quickly picked up.

"Well well. Who is she?" Richard asks, whistling.

"None of your damn business." He replied, snatching the picture from Richard's hand.

"OK. But one piece of advice. She is too innocent to play with. It's clearly seen in her eyes." Richard said it seriously.

"I know, and I don't need your psychological shit, so fuck off." Aaron replied bluntly.

"I can see the desire in your eyes too." Richard mocks, "But I'm pretty sure that she will not be interested in quickfuck."

"Then I will marry her." Aaron said, and Richard choked on his saliva.

He's coughing badly and can't believe his own ears. Truth be told, even Aaron doesn't believe his own words. How do these words roll out of his tongue without thinking for a second?

"Are you mad?" Richard asks in disbelief. 

"I'm serious. I want her." Aaron's words were carrying determination, and Richard is not getting good vibes.

He knows his friend very well, and after looking at that innocent girl's face, he is scared for her.

"She is not a possession," Richard tried to make him understand.

"She will be mine." Aaron replied sternly. 

"Oh, Jesus, please don't do something stupid." Richard said, and Seth came in with a phone.

"Sir, it's a call from Boston." Seth said, and Aaron took the phone without listening to Victor's words, which he said directly. 

"This deal will be yours, but I want Roseline." Aaron said.

"What?" Victor is shocked. 

"OK deal." Tiffany replied instantly because the call was on speaker. 

"OK, then I'm coming to take what's mine." Aaron said that and cut the call.

"Warner, don't be ridiculous. You never did business like this." Richard said this the moment Aaron cut the call.

"None of your business, and don't give me this shit when you are the one who fucks around for business as well." Aaron spat back.

"Yeah, I do, but never without consent." Richard replied back. "That girl is not some property that you are bargaining for."

"That's why I will make her my wife to get her." Aaron replied because the sudden urge of making her his made Aaron do anything. He just wants her at any cost.

He stormed out, leaving a confused Richard behind. He can't understand what's just happened to his friend.

"How could you agree?" Victor asks her in disbelief. 

"She is not of our use anymore." Tiffany replied.

"But property is still in her name, and it can't be ours until she turns 22." Victor reminded her.

"I have a way," Tiffany replied, smirking.

They came home, and Victor told one maid to call Roseline.

She came in, and he gestured towards some papers on the table.

"Sign them," Victor said nonchalantly.

"What is this?" Roseline asked, shuddering, to look at the paper in front of her.

"Divorce papers." Victor replied, not even looking at her, and she panicked.

"Please don't. Don't do this, please." She pleaded, folding her hands in front of him.

"Just do the damn signatures or want me to punish you?" Victor asked, clenching her jaw tightly.

"Victor, please. I'm begging you. I will never bother you and will stay in a corner, but please don't throw me out of my house, please, Victor." She pleaded on her knees. "Where will I go? I have no one, please."

"Oh." He laughed maniacally. "Don't worry, darling, you don't have to worry about that because I have sold you to a rich person," he said, her eyes widened in shock.