Lillian Winter stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with calculation. "You don't have a choice. If Alex still wants you, that's our only hope." Her lips curled into a cruel smirk.
"If he tries to take you to bed, then let him. In fact, I'm hoping he does." Rose stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.
"M-mom, you're not serious, are you?!" Rose asked in disbelief, her mother… her mother was suggesting it.
Lillian snorted. "What's the problem? That'd mean he still has feelings for you." She crossed her arms, her gaze sharp.
"As long as you can get him back on your hook, we can recover." Her voice lowered to a near-whisper, but every word cut like a blade. "It's either that, or you can start getting used to being poor again."
Rose trembled, her fists clenching so tightly her nails dug into her palms. She had spent years living in luxury. Wearing designer clothes. Driving luxury cars. Living in a mansion.
