Novels by Kira Rosé

The silence of the hospital room was suffocating, heavier than the screaming match that had just unfolded in Jennie’s ward. The steady, rhythmic beep... beep... beep... of the heart monitor was the only thing keeping Ethan grounded.He had stayed in that chair for hours, head buried in his hands. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Anna’s face—not the composed, professional assistant he’d hired, but the terrified girl whispering for her mother like a broken child. He had taken her breath away. Literally.The door creaked open. Ethan didn’t look up, assuming it was Rita returning with coffee."You look pathetic."Ethan stiffened. He didn't need to look up to recognize that voice. It was deeper, colder, and vibrating with a suppressed rage that turned the air jagged.Eden.The Mafia twin stepped into the light. He didn't look tired; he looked ready to burn the city to the ground. His eyes scanned Anna’s pale, unconscious form before landing on his brother."I saw the footage," Eden sai

The fluorescent lights of the security hub hummed with a low, predatory vibration. Ethan stood frozen, his shadow stretched long and jagged against the bank of monitors. Beside him, Jacob was a restless weight, his arms crossed, his breathing the only rhythmic thing in a room that felt like it was holding its breath.Ethan’s jaw was a granite line. His mind was a chaotic loop of Anna’s voice—that fragile, splintering sound. “Mum… please…” It wasn't the voice of a thief or a conspirator. It was the sound of a human being being erased by a lie."Play it again," Ethan commanded, his voice a jagged whisper.The security guard, a man whose uniform seemed two sizes too large for his nervous frame, tapped a key. The digital clock on the screen bled backward. The grainy black-and-white world of the executive floor flickered into life.There was Jennie.She wasn't the victim Ethan had envisioned. On the silent screen, she was a whirlwind of calculated rage. She paced the length of the office l

The phone slipped from his hand as he dropped beside her.“Anna… Anna, stay with me.”She was curled on his desk, clutching her stomach, trembling violently. Her mouth opened in silent gasps, but no air seemed to reach her lungs. Pain twisted her face, tears sliding down her temples.“Breathe… please breathe,” he whispered, panic breaking through his voice.Her fingers tightened weakly around his sleeve.Then—Her body went limp.“Anna?”Her head rolled to the side, eyes closing, breath shallow… fading.“No, no, no—Anna!”He pulled her into his arms, heart pounding, fear clawing up his throat.“Stay with me. Don’t you dare leave.”Distant sirens began to echo through the building.The sirens screamed through the afternoon.Paramedics rushed in, voices sharp and fast.“Step back, sir.”“She’s unconscious,” he said, refusing to let go. “Abdominal trauma. She couldn’t breathe.”They checked her pulse. Weak.“Pulse thready. Possible internal bleeding. Get the stretcher.”Anna didn’t move

Ethan’s POVHer shriek echoed from my office down to the dining hall where I stood chatting with Jacob, my good friend.Then her yell followed.“Thief! Thief!”I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Oh my God…”“Was that Jennie?” Jake asked, confusion written all over his face.“Yup.”Everyone heard it. The entire place went tense. Murmurs erupted as security rushed upstairs.I began walking toward the elevator, Jacob close behind me.“Is there really a thief in your office?” he asked.“Nope. Just my assistant.”When we got to the office, everyone was watching a scene unfold, their faces confused and concerned.My doors were wide open and anger flared in my chest. I hated it when people invaded my office without permission.I stepped forward and saw them inside.“God… this is embarrassing,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead.“Get out. Get out!” I barked.They flinched, scrambling and sprinting out of my doorway.I walked in, Jacob closing the door behind us. The moment he saw what I

Anna’s POVThey say boys are players.Not men.!But the man who usually sat a few feet away from me…he was no man.I remembered the last time we were close.Probably two weeks ago.We kissed.I hadn’t been kissed since Asher—my ex—broke up with me five years ago.Heck, that was the last time I’d actually had sex.Five years ago.That was why my hormones shot up the moment I saw them making raw love right in front of me.After that night with him, he stopped talking to me.Completely.I didn’t understand why—or what I had done wrong.Heck, even Irene was mad at me because of curfew. We had a heated argument.Two weeks ago.He dropped me off at my apartment building. I was surprised he even knew where I lived.“How did you know?” I asked.“I… was the one who brought you home that night you were drunk. You really surprised me.”My heart skipped a beat.But Irene said she brought me home.“Thanks, but I’m certain my roommate brought me home,” I argued.“Let’s say she went home,” he repli

Anna's POV I scribbled down every word he said—well, at least the ones I could catch.He was too fast, and I struggled to keep up, my pen racing across the page.Soon, he left me with a pile of folders—notes to整理, documents to print, and misplaced paperwork to arrange.I got to work immediately, doing everything he asked. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.From the other side of the spacious office—designed for the twins—I felt his gaze.I looked up and met it.Grey-blue eyes. Unwavering.He was on a phone call, a smirk tugging at his lips as he spoke.I couldn’t hear a word—he was too far away.But I was certain it was a girl.I looked away and forced myself to focus.No distractions.Eden’s POVI couldn’t help it.My eyes kept drifting to the woman seated several feet away from me, inside the glass-partitioned space.How the hell had I fired her that day?Yes, she was daring.And no—I hadn’t been able to help myself.I was on a nasty call with Jennie—my mother’s