Novels by Roseline.C

ElenaI pulled the door open. I swallowed hard and froze in shock.Three hefty men dressed in black suits stood outside.Their expressions were cold and unreadable.“My boss wants to see you in his office. Now,” the man standing in front said.I frowned.“Who are you? And who exactly is your boss?”“The man from last night.”My heart skipped. Before I could process his words, he added,“And you’re coming with us right now.”His tone wasn’t a request, It was an order.I glanced from one man to another. They looked more like bodyguards.If I slammed the door, they would probably break it down.“If this is some kind of joke—”“It isn’t.”He folded his arms.“So don’t make this difficult.”I swallowed.“Give me a few minutes. Let me change into something else.”“Be fast about it,” he replied impatiently. “I don’t have all day.”I shut the door and leaned against it.Everything is just happening so fast.I took a deep breath, and changed into a pair of fitted blue jeans, a plain white T-sh

DamienThe image of the mysterious girl from the hotel drifted into my mind for a second before I forced it away.It was just a reckless night and a stupid mistake.I should have controlled myself. But It is over now. I would never see her again. Or so I thought.The door to my office flew open.“Boss!”Mike rushed in, breathing heavily. His usually calm expression had been replaced with panic.“You need to see this.”He came straight to my desk and placed his tablet in front of me.My eyes narrowed the moment I saw the screen, every muscle in my body tensed.Pictures and videos of me carrying that girl in my arms into the hotel.From the angle they had been taken, it looked less like I was helping a drunken stranger and more like a man hopelessly in love with his woman.Below the pictures was a bold headline.THE STRICT CEO’S DOUBLE LIFE EXPOSED!Damien Gonzalez spotted carrying a mysterious woman into a luxury hotel after a night of drinking. Secret girlfriend or one-night stand?My

ElenaThe elevator door slid open with a soft ding as I stepped out without looking back.If I stayed another second in that room, I was afraid I would either burst into tears or march back inside and slap that arrogant jerk across the face.“Take the money and get lost.”His words echoed inside my head like a broken record.I tightened my grip around my handbag until my fingers hurt.“Idiot.”The receptionist smiled politely.“Good morning, ma’am.”I forced a nod. “Morning.”The smile disappeared the moment I stepped outside.Cold morning air hit my face. Only then did I realize how exhausted I was.The last thing I wanted was anyone recognizing me.I hugged my arms around myself and started walking toward the roadside.After several minutes, an old yellow cab finally slowed beside me.The driver rolled down the window.“Where to, miss?”I quietly gave him my address.He nodded. “Hop in.”The driver occasionally glanced at me through the rear-view mirror before finally asking,“Night

DamienI stared at the message my girlfriend, Jasmine, had sent me.*I can't do this anymore, Damien. You're simply not as rich and powerful as I want my man to be. I deserve someone who can give me the life I dream of. Please don't look for me.*I laughed a dry disbelieving laugh.“This has to be a joke.”I called her and it said it was unavailable. I called several times and it went to voicemails.The laughter died in my throat.My grip tightened around my phone until my knuckles turned white.She had blocked me.I slowly lowered the phone onto the restaurant table and looked around. The candles, fresh roses, the violinist waiting for my signal.The staff stealing excited glances in my direction because they knew tonight was supposed to be a proposal.Everything had been planned weeks in advance.The ring inside my jacket suddenly felt heavy like a burden.I slipped my hand into my pocket and stared at the velvet box.Hours ago, I couldn’t wait to place it on Jasmine’s finger.Now,

Elena“Love.” The word was beginning to feel like the cruelest joke ever invented.I swirled the whiskey in my glass before throwing it down my throat. It burned all the way to my stomach. Maybe if I drank enough, the pain I feel in my heart would finally disappear.Two years…Two whole years of loving Jack with everything I had.Two years of investing my time, my money, my emotions, only for him to tell me that he could never proudly introduce me to his family because of my job and I'm not as sophisticated as he likes his woman to be.All because I get paid to entertain people at a club as a pole dancer.According to him, women like me weren’t the kind men married.As if that same job hadn’t kept us afloat, even when he couldn’t even afford some basic needs for himself.I let out a bitter laugh.“So every compliment was a lie…”I took another sip. It feels like my chest is being crushed.In as much as I have my own shits to deal with…Paying off the debt my father left behind before he