Chapter 3 Rosabella Helga

Rosabella Helga stood frozen in place, unable to believe what had happened. She couldn't comprehend how a young boy of such a tender age could commit such an act.

"To ensure he never repeats his actions, the best course of action is to ensure he can never speak again." Richard Helga arrogantly glanced at Rosabella Helga, his eyes gleaming with a bloodlust that seemed to want to suck her soul into them.

Rosabella Helga became aware of this, and her trembling body gradually calmed down. She dared not look directly into those eyes anymore, as it was evident that despite being only six years old, he had uttered such cruel words, especially with those chillingly cold eyes.

"You..." She furrowed her brows and raised her dark eyebrows, narrowing her eyes as she stared at him, revealing her wariness.

This little boy was not as simple as he appeared, or at least that's what Rosabella Helga thought.

In reality, a series of incidents that followed proved her thoughts right-Richard Helga was indeed not an ordinary little boy.

Not long after, Rosabella Helga's father discovered Richard Helga's mistreatment and was furious. Richard Helga was considered the sole heir to the family's fortune, and he was deeply cherished by his father, who even regarded him as the legitimate child of his formal wife.

However, since Rosabella Helga saved him that night, she never saw her supposed little brother again. Her father had sent him abroad for education, wanting to groom him as the sole male heir. The two siblings had never met again, and gradually, Rosabella Helga forgot that there had ever been a person bearing the title of her younger brother in her life.

Until ten years later.

Rosabella Helga stood in shock, unable to believe what she was witnessing. This young boy, barely in his teens, had caused such a commotion.

"To ensure he never speaks again, the best course of action is to make sure he can't open his mouth," Richard Helga said coldly, casting a disdainful glance at Rosabella Helga. His eyes gleamed sinisterly as if they could consume her soul.

Rosabella Helga became aware of her trembling body and slowly lowered herself, unable to meet his gaze any longer. It was astonishing that such a young boy could utter such cruel words, and his eyes were particularly chilling.

"You..." she stammered, furrowing her brow and raising her dark eyebrows, studying him cautiously, a defensive look on her face.

This boy was not as simple as he appeared; that's what Rosabella Helga thought. And in reality, a series of events soon unfolded to prove her initial thoughts - Richard Helga was not just an ordinary boy.

Shortly after, Rosabella Helga's father discovered Richard Helga's mistreatment, and he was furious. Seeing Richard Helga as the sole heir to the family business, he cherished him dearly, even considering him the illegitimate son of his official wife.

However, since that night when she saved him, Rosabella Helga never saw her supposed younger brother again. Her father wanted to nurture this sole son and sent him abroad for education. The two siblings never met again, and gradually Rosabella Helga forgot that she had once had a brother.

Until ten years later.

That night, Richard Helga turned sixteen and returned from studying abroad. Leonard, wanting to celebrate his son's return, organized a grand feast.

It was an extravagant affair, with crystal chandeliers casting a bright, shimmering light and polished marble floors exuding a calm and dazzling aura. The grand hall was bustling with guests, coming and going like flowing water, and the air was filled with the aroma of exquisite delicacies mingled with the fragrance of red wine.

Along the balcony, near a partially open window, stood a figure. Rosabella Helga had turned twenty when a young woman blossomed into radiant beauty and was living proof of it. Tonight, she wore a low-cut, floor-length gown that revealed her graceful demeanor and an enchanting elegance that made every man in the world dream and yearn for her.

Tonight, she attended this birthday banquet as the hostess. Under the spotlight's glow, Rosabella Helga held a tall glass of wine in her hand, lifting her gown and gracefully approaching each guest, her beautiful face and alluring attire with countless captivating glances.

The joyful music permeated the secluded mansion.

Amidst the climax, time suddenly seemed to count down. The opulent living room, illuminated by the lights, suddenly darkened, and the white servants brought a towering birthday cake to the center.

Accompanied by applause from the crowd, a young man appeared, captive, tying everyone's attention. Slowly descending the staircase, he possessed a striking presence, tall and noble, with thin lips that exuded arrogance yet icy coldness. His whole being emitted an aura of mystery and chilling authority, an air of royalty that made people tremble, not daring to come near him even half a step.

The scene fell into a peaceful silence.

All the guests fixed their gazes on this handsome young man, unable to tear their eyes away.

"Wow, he's so handsome!" Several women couldn't contain their excitement and let out a choked exclamation.

Standing by the window, Rosabella Helga felt her body tremble uncontrollably. Her delicate face turned pale, and her gem-like eyes stared in astonishment at the young man before her.

Was he her younger brother?

At sixteen, he had grown into such a remarkable figure. Now standing under the spotlight, his well-fitted attire stealing the glances of others, he looked completely different from the crying boy in the dimly lit room ten years ago. Not even a trace of resemblance.

Rosabella Helga looked at him from a distance, a sense of unease creeping into her innermost being. His gaze wasn't directed at her, but why did she always feel his eyes linger on her, never leaving?

It's okay, Rosabella Helga. It would be strange if he recognized you after ten years.

Lost in her thoughts, Rosabella Helga suddenly noticed Leonard placing the wine glass down and stepping forward with a dignified stride toward him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank all of you for attending Richard's birthday celebration. Tonight marks the sixteenth birthday of Leonard Helga's only son, Richard, and it is an occasion to dedicate all his lifetime efforts to his management. From now on, Richard's words will also be the words of Leonard Helga, and I hope that everyone will continue to support him as they have done so far, assisting my son. The world's future belongs to the youth like all of you."

Mr. Leonard placed his hand on Richard Helga's shoulder, wearing a visible expression of joy. He then enthusiastically began to explain the purpose of the gathering, immediately receiving a round of enthusiastic applause.

Next came the cake-cutting ceremony. Richard Helga held a small knife and sliced the cake into individual pieces, offering them to Leonard Helga and the elders and siblings within the family.

This banquet was, in fact, an opportunity for Leonard to publicly declare that his sixteen-year-old son would succeed him.

In various waves, the guests whispered incessantly into each other's ears, their voices lingering. The aroma of red wine filled the air, and each person wore a flattering smile as they surrounded Richard, displaying their fawning expressions.

As the birthday celebration unfolded, Rosabella Helga found herself alone, holding a glass of red wine, walking into the villa's garden.

When her father spoke those words, she understood that, as a young woman, she would eventually have to withdraw and not compete with her younger brother for power.

"Rosabella, why are you standing here alone?" Suddenly, a low, gentle voice of a man came from behind her.

Rosabella Helga startled and weakly smiled as she turned in another direction, her eyes meeting a handsome face.

This angelic beauty exuded a prince-like demeanor, noble and refined. His sharp eyebrows and sword-like eyes gazed at her with an incredibly gentle look as if he wanted to drown her in it.

He was Paul Harold, Rosabella Helga's current boyfriend, a man of prestigious background, tall and handsome, exuding an extraordinary aura. He was the unique heir of the XX Group.

"Paul," Rosabella Helga called him affectionately, her eyes sparkling like stars as she looked at him. "I just came out here to breathe some fresh air. It's a bit stuffy inside."