NovelGoldChapter 391 Bill looked utterly helpless. "Con, Rosita, you calledout of the blue saying you needed a place to stay. I did my best just try to make do for now, okay?" "I don't care!" Rosita shot back, jaw clenched. "I want a hotel. A presidential suite!" Bill arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? With your current popularity, you'd have to book a five-star hotel those suites go for, what, ten grand a night? Do you even have that kind of money right now?" Rosita fell silent, lips pressed tight.
"Just bear with it a little," Bill said, unfazed. "I already called a cleaning service; they'll be here this afternoon. After a good scrub, the place will be perfectly comfortable. Trust me." Rosita glared daggers at him.
Unbothered, Bill gave her a zen-like pat on the shoulder. "It's only temporary. Take stime, get yourself together. You don't have any events coming up anyway- think of this as a little retreat. Gotta run, I've got things to do." And with that, he slipped out the door before she could protest.
Rosita stared at the drab apartment, seething. She was ready to explode, but with Daisy still there, all she could do was grit her teeth and hold it in.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDaisy tried to reassure her. "Don't worry, Rosita. You're amazing-this is just a rough patch. Take a seat, relax. I'll handle your things." Rosita looked at Daisy, closed her eyes, and let her voice soften. "Thank you, Daisy. I never expected you'd be the only one to truly stand by me." Daisy's heart ached for her. Seeing her idol brought so low felt like a cruel joke. "They're the ones in the wrong, Rosita! I know you'll bounce back-talent always finds its place. You're going to turn it all around, I just know it!" Rosita managed a faint smile. "Let's hope so." "You will!" Daisy grinned and flashed her a thumbs-up. "Rosita, believe in yourself!" Rosita had no patience for Daisy's naive pep talk. Glancing at the time, she said, "I need to head out for a bit. Can you finish unpacking for me?" "Of course." Rosita grabbed her suitcase and left.
The case was filled with jewels.
She made her way to the Kensington estate.
Lately, Ottilie's meteoric success in the music competition had brought the whole Kensington family into the limelight. Everyone in the house doted on her now.
But aside from Ottilie and Rosita, no one knew the songs Ottilie performed weren't written by Rosita, but by Briony. The entire family believed Rosita was Ottilie's personal songwriter.
So, naturally, Rosita was now treated like a star herself at the Kensingtons'.
Since Ottilie's rise to fame, even Madeline-the family matriarch, known for her old-fashioned preference for the boys-had done a complete about-face. Melody, who'd always been overlooked, suddenly found herself emboldened speaking up at the dinner table for the first tin years.
Ironically, Mack, who used to be Madeline's favorite, had made a string of bad business decisions that sent the Kensington Group's already shaky finances into a tailspin. Madeline was nothing but disappointed in him these days.
When Rosita arrived, the whole family rolled out the red carpet. After all, through Melody, Ottilie and Rosita were first cousins-a fact that made Rosita, by extension, family.
Madeline couldn't stop gushing about Rosita. "Such a good girl, Rosita. Thank heavens you didn't take after your mother." Lauren's scandals had made the tabloids for weeks, and Madeline had been quick
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmto throw shade at Melody for it. But after Ottilie's big break and finding out Rosita was behind the music, Madeline's attitude changed overnight. Now, seeing Rosita walk in, Madeline smothered her with concern and endless small talk.
Rosita forced a polite smile, playing along with the old lady's
performance, until she finally found a moment to excuse herself. "I need to go over sthings for the competition with Ottilie. Do you mind if we have a little privacy?" Madeline didn't dare keep them a second longer.
In Ottilie's room, Rosita popped open her suitcase.
Ottilie's eyes went wide at the sight of all that jewelry. "What's all this?"
"I need to sell it to you." Rosita grabbed her hand, desperate This lot is worth millions, but just giveF tis half a million. That's all I need!" Ottilie stared at her, stunned. "Where am I supposed to get half a million dollars?" Rosita frowned. "You're the Kensington heiress. You're famous now, too-don't tellyou can't scrape together that kind of cash!"
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