Chapter 4 Meeting Rosee
Rain's pov
Annabelle’s voice trembled behind me, “Rain, please… don’t do it.”
But Melissa’s claws were already sinking into my shoulder. This woman wolf form was fully out now. Eyes glowing amber, teeth bared.
I could barely breathe. Blood trickled down my arm, my vision blurring.
My trembling fingers hovered near the edge of my black leather gloves. My chest rose and fell rapidly, fury bubbling beneath my skin like lava about to burst. Annabelle’s voice broke again, desperate:
“Rain! Don’t take them off! You’ll kill her.”
Maybe I should.
The humiliation, the insults, the blood. It was all too much.
I tore the gloves off.
The air around me shifted. A strange, violent energy surged through my veins like fire and lightning fused together. My hands glowed, the same blue hue.
Melissa’s eyes widened, confusion flashing in them.
“What the fu-k!”
The moment my bare hand met her chest, a violent force exploded outward. Melissa flew back with a deafening thud, crashing into the buffet table.
And then fire.
Her wolf fur ignited. Melissa shrieked, thrashing wildly, knocking over tables and chandliers. The flames licked everything she touched. The scent of burnt flesh and silk filled the air.
Guests screamed, scattering in panic.
Within seconds the whole hall was filled with smoke, screams, and broken glass.
"Fire!!"
“Someone put it out! Call the guards.”
“Melissa is burning!”
“Everyone, Get out!”
“Rain, move!” Annabelle grabbed my arm, coughing, pulling me toward the exit as flames devoured the curtains behind us.
We burst through the doors into the cold night air. I dropped to my knees half coughing, half crying as smoke stung my eyes. I clutched my bare hands to my chest. They glowed faintly still before gradually dimming back to skin.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Annabelle gasped beside me, wiping soot from her face.
“You could’ve killed her.”
“She was killing me!” I snapped, chest heaving. “You saw what she did.”
"That's not an excuse! You should have controlled yourself!" Anabelle yelled at me.
"Look at what you caused." She added disappointed in her voice.
I looked around, the courtyard was swarmed with people. Security guards, reporters, guests pushing past each other, desperate to escape. Amid the chaos, stood a tall man in an immaculate black suit, his aura cold, untouchable.
Roseè Knight.
Even from a distance, his presence was magnetic. Tall, sharp, dressed in black like sin itself. I’d seen his face on every magazine cover. The billionaire who built empires, ruined competitors, and never smiled.
He looked even colder in person.
“Rain, let's go home” Annabelle hissed, but I couldn’t look away. This man was standing right in front of me. His presence was intimidating.
A small boy darted out from behind, laughing as he ran toward him.
“Dad!”
The boy’s shoulder brushed my side just enough to make me lose balance. My heel broke.
“Whoa.”
I stumbled forward, arms flailing, and instinctively reached out for the nearest thing to steady myself.
Roseè's chest.
I looked up, straight into his eyes.
My breath hitched. My bare hand pressed against his shirt.
Panic clawed through me as realization hit me. I'm not wearing my gloves!
Annabelle gasped somewhere behind me, “Rain! Your hands!”
But nothing happened. No smoke. No burn. No fire.
Roseè didn't burst into flames. He just stood there looking down at me, his brown eyes narrowing in cold disgust.
My heart thudded painfully. Why didn’t he burn?
Before I could even process it, I lost my footing again and grabbed his tie for balance.
He staggered forward slightly, our faces collided and our lips met.
For one stupid, frozen second, time freezed. Everything around us stopped. The fire, the chaos, Annabelle...everyone. Just me, drenched in fear and disbelief, and a man who didn’t flinch.
What the hell is going on?
Roseè stared at me unbothered with everything freezing or maybe he didn't notice.
Wait a minute, His lips are soft.
Roseè pulled back sharply, and everything returned to normal.
Without hesitation, his hand shoved me hard.
I yelped, falling backward straight into the marble fountain. Cold water swallowed me whole.
“What the hell!” I sputtered, soaked from head to toe.
My hair clung to my face, makeup smearing, and everyone around was staring.
Roseè adjusted his tie calmly, like nothing happened.
“Pathetic,” he muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” his voice was smooth but biting.
“You women never fail to surprise me. Throwing yourselves at me, pretending it’s an accident.”
“You think I planned that?” I snapped, anger slicing through my humiliation.
He looked down at me, disgust flickering in his gaze. “If you’re desperate for a man’s touch, go to a brothel. Not me.”
Gasps rippled through the guests again. Annabelle rushed forward, face pale.
“You arrogant bastard!” I hissed, standing up, dripping wet. My blood boiled.
“You think every woman wants you?”
He glanced at me once, eyes as lifeless as winter.
“I don’t think. I know.”
A small boy tugged his sleeve, the same boy who had bumped into me.
“Dad, where’s Lia?”
“In the car,” His tone softened only for the child. Then he looked back at me one last time, as if I was nothing more than dirt clinging to his shoes.
“Next time,” he said, adjusting his cuff, “watch where you fall, Miss Nobody.”
He turned away, his son following him.
I stood there in the fountain, drenched, humiliated, and furious.
And yet… my hand still tingled where I had touched him.
For the first time in my cursed life, I had touched someone and he didn't burn.