Book 1: The Sweet Fate (Rosé X Female Reader)

01: The First Encounter

A/N: The internal monologues will be painfully long until the third chapter. Y/N isn't friendly so there's no point in making her talk to anyone so please bear with it until she meets Rosie!

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I saw through their act, recognizing their hidden motives for what they truly were - a greedy desire for my inheritance. I wouldn't let their false promises and empty words deceive me. I would protect myself and my parents' legacy on my own terms.

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The mansion loomed before me, a grand, imposing structure that felt hollow inside. It mirrored the emptiness I carried within, a void left by the loss of my parents.

"Such a shame, isn't it?" a distant relative said, their words laced with feigned concern. "Don't worry, I'll handle everything."

I met their gaze with skepticism. "Thanks, but I'd rather do things my own way. I don't need anyone's help."

Today was the memorial service, a somber occasion made even heavier by the fact that my parents' bodies were never found. The uncertainty of their fate added a chilling layer to the grief.

"You must be devastated," another relative chimed in, their voice dripping with forced sympathy. "If there's anything I can do to make things easier, just let me know."

I nodded, my suspicions growing. "Thanks, but I think I'll be okay. I've found my own way to cope."

The emptiness gnawed at me, a constant reminder of their absence. The mysterious circumstances of their disappearance cast a shadow of distrust over everyone around me.

"You shouldn't have to go through this alone," a relative whispered, their voice soft but their intentions unclear. "Let us take care of you. We're family, after all."

I shook my head, my voice firm. "I appreciate your concern, but I'd rather handle things myself. I need to find my own path."

Losing my parents had shattered my innocence, leaving me cautious and wary. I knew better than to trust blindly.

"Think about it," another relative urged, their voice laced with a hint of persuasion. "We can make sure everything is taken care of. You won't have to worry about a thing."

I met their gaze, my determination unwavering. "I understand what you're saying, but I need to protect my parents' legacy in my own way. I won't let anyone take advantage of it."

As the crowd thinned, another distant relative approached, their eyes filled with a manufactured concern.

"I heard about what happened to your parents," they said, their voice dripping with feigned sympathy. "If you ever need someone to lean on, I'm here for you."

I smiled politely, my guard remaining firmly in place. "Thank you for your offer, but I've learned to be independent."

I dodged their advances, feeling like a clever kid playing hide-and-seek, escaping the clutches of overeager hunters.  My vulnerability wasn't a weakness to be exploited, but a strength to be fiercely guarded. So, I found solace in the solitude of my huge mansion, seeking comfort in the shadows.

The memorial service had ended, leaving me alone in the grand halls, surrounded by a heavy silence. The wind whispered against the old walls, creating a peaceful yet eerie atmosphere.

Loneliness pressed down on me, threatening to consume me. I yearned for connection, for someone to hold my hand in the darkness. But the mansion only echoed with memories of lost love.

Flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the portraits lining the walls, as if mocking my solitary existence.

The emptiness stretched out before me, a vast void that seemed impossible to bridge. But as the moon bathed the mansion in its gentle glow, a spark of determination ignited within me.

I refused to be trapped by my circumstances, no longer willing to be held back by the bitterness in the air. It was time to forge my own path, guided by the strength of my own spirit.

With a determined expression, I took a step forward, the sound of my footsteps echoing through the hallways. The mansion, once a symbol of my loneliness, now stood as a testament to my resilience and inner strength.

Its walls wouldn't confine me anymore; instead, they would become a canvas for me to paint the vibrant colors of my own destiny.

And so, in the quiet of the night, I embarked on a journey to reclaim my life, to uncover the answers that had slipped through my grasp for far too long.

The mansion may have been filled with memories, but I was determined to rewrite my own story, to create a tapestry of hope and redemption amidst the darkness.