1 The shame.

In the heart of every paper and echoing through every gossip-laden alley, the scandalous whispers of Rose Amber's entanglement with a notorious street gangster spread with sensation. The headlines scream of 'clandestine rendezvous in the city's shadow corners,' painting a portrait of 'forbidden passion against a backdrop of danger and clandestine intrigue.' The media really 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. It is known that both her mother and father loved her very much. Leo Amber is an outstanding businessman and has been in the business field for almost 30 years. The jewelry company name is “YONU” which is formed after both Mr. and Mrs. Amber has wedded. It is the formidable industry which is known by all. Both possess remarkable knowledge and are also excellent designers, they are around 48–50 years old. They wanted to build a separate business where both can invest their hard work for their children. Her older brother Jack Amber is also an exceptionally handsome and refined man, -year 31 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 the reputation of the whole family of Amber has been placed on the soil. But, in fact, to be more precise, only her reputation was ruined. For every interview on the news channel and other shows the talks were done solely focusing on Rose alone. To think this way Ambers were not related to her. The ruined the reputation of Rose Amber for having an affair with the opposite gender, for having been taking drugs, for bullying fragile ones, and for having no education, etiquette, and behavior of the noble young lady. That was it before. Few can see how Rose was tossed and turned with no mercy. Yet she still roamed around them like a fool. She really is a fool.

Now, everything has turned into something major. In the beautiful city Orlenna of the East country, the daily news about the “Rose Amber” who used to be the most popular personality of the upper class from the beginning of her birth erupted with the news of her death. The scene of Boyle crying desperately spread all over the media. Her delicate features expressing the explicit agony left all the media sympathized 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 Boyle has been wronged. The whole scenario was changed.

The media were asking questions regarding her death. They are inquiring about how and when she died. The majority of them were sure that she died unable to manage her face in front of the crowd after the news broke out about her affair with those indecent men. Her image for beauty is different and the truth that the world imagines to be the truth frames a different personality of her. No one particularly knows what is truly right and what is truly wrong, but they don't care about this. If they could find a piece of news about any person which tends to attract the attention of netizens then everything is fine by them.

Mother and Father of Rose are seen in 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, the gates of Amber villa were crowded, and the reporters 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. Currently, within the large mansion of Amber decorated with crystal expensive furnishings, the situation is more than just weird. The whole hall is empty and not a single person's shadow could be seen. However, in the middle if anyone squinted their gaze a little, they could see a person likely to be thrown 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. The lady whose news of death has been 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, "However, 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 showering concern for her instead of 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 just pouring my efforts in vain." Saying this his gaze turned solemn. He crossed his arms tapping his foot.

"Maybe 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. Dourly felt repulsive.

Rose at due time felt the sensation and couldn't help opening her eyes with great difficulty. Although describing beauty is never enough for the long run, the person looks gravely beautiful. She, with a fair complexion, clear blue eyes, golden hairs dampened by sweat 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 daughter of the second son of Amber's grandmother and grandfather, the man is the son of Adelson who is the friend of Stanton Amber “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 repeatedly 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. Maybe she still thinks that it is her own room.

Rose felt frustrated. Her white slim hands clenched hard. She shuddered perceiving that she is drugged. This is not her first time facing this situation. However, the situation is worse this time. Every time she was drugged it will never be at home. For her to be drugged without stepping out of the villa is implausible. Her grandparents will surely doubt her. Terrifically, 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 confidently discern each and every detail. For her whole life, they are the people she always lived with. Struggling to speak, she directed her attention towards the eldest of the four, carefully observing 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. Feeling the others might have already known what happened Rose carefully explained in a hurried pace, "Sorry, but listen to me. Someone deliberately 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 patiently 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.

Unexpectedly, 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."

Listening to her grandmother Rose was puzzled. The verbalism of Baty is inordinately 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 like you are wronged." Despite the fact that Rose is not in her right mind, the words and meaning behind this is quite clear to her. Nonetheless, she is shocked.

Rose processing her every word again she was at a loss of words as her grandmother's harsh words pierced her heart. Despite struggling with addiction, Rose had always held responsibility for her own actions and never placed blame on 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 feeling angry, confused and helpless, trapped in a situation where she is unable to defend herself. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air as Rose struggled to process the hurtful words that had just been spoken.

Rose repeated her plea. Her voice trembled with urgency. She frowned sincerely, "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 she be drugged afterwards. She added tightening her jaws, "How can you simply point fingers at me without any tangible evidence?" Her frustration simmered beneath her words, noticeable in the charged atmosphere.

Hearing her words, this time her grandfather's words landed with a tone bordering on the absurd. 'Rose!' He began, almost ludicrously, "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."

Just as he finished she turned to Boyle, Rose noticed Boyle wearing a grotesque expression, a mocking glint shimmering 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 truly let me down."

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