“Mom, I’m leaving; please close the door.” Rosalia Moore, the only daughter of Melissa Moore and Robert Moore, asserts while stepping on the door ladder to start her day.
The real ambiance of spring greets her as soon as one steps outside the door. It is now the beginning of spring in Washington DC. She has checked out the brightness of the sun by looking at the sky. The sky is bright and clear, and scattered white clouds are floating one by one as if a lover has playfully challenged her lover to catch her. And the lover is running after her with renewed enthusiasm, reminding her of the joy of love and the endless possibilities life holds. With a gentle breeze blowing and the sun shining mildly, she feels invigorated and ready to tackle the day ahead. After the harshly freezing cold of winter, the rejuvenation and kindness of spring make her energetic as she walks through the bustling street like the other pedestrians who are outside to recharge themselves on the weekend.Today is Sunday, and since the restaurant where she works as a waitress is closed, she’s decided to go to the supermarket to buy some important items for her mother. Her mother owns an online cosmetic shop, and her father died ten years ago. He was the CEO of a large company in Washington DC. Their lives were going very well, but suddenly a shock came and took everything away. Her father died unexpectedly and left them in a sea of sorrow.Rosalia and her mother are living in a two-story house that her parents bought together. It’s a small house, but they’re happy there. She is strolling along the winding streets of the city. The streets are adorned with a delicate shower of cherry blossoms, their pale pink and white petals gently swaying in the breeze. Despite her efforts to catch a few in passing, the ephemeral nature of the blossoms eludes her grasp. As she is strolling along, the enchanting scene inspires a melody in her heart and a sense of melancholy as she realizes that this fleeting season will soon come to a close.This spring season holds a special place in her heart, and with each step, she is treading with the utmost care to avoid crushing the fragile blooms beneath her feet.Her moment is enjoyable because, until now, her fear hasn’t arrived to bother her, so each second of this moment is very enjoyable to her. A gentle breeze coming from the other side is playing with her hair, slightly covering her beautiful, cute face. The scent of fresh buds waffle making her bound to inhale a deep breath to emphatic her nostrils. The rays of the sun are mild enough that the morning breeze gets the chance to be stronger to give a little chill; however, it’s her favorite environment. The weather is mild, neither excessively hot nor cold, so she has dressed herself in lightweight jeans and a white T-shirt with a pair of black sneakers. Rosalia possesses an oval facial structure with a distinct V-shaped jawline that exudes a sense of elegance. Her captivating eyes and radiant smile serve as the focal points of her countenance, featuring warm hazel hues that mirror the essence of her heart. The almond-shaped eyes are remarkably large and expressive, accentuated by thick and gracefully arched eyebrows. Her petite nose boasts a subtle bridge and tapered nostrils, lending a refined touch to her facial features. Despite being marked by freckles, occasional blemishes, and a few acne scars, her beauty is undeniable. She showcases her middle-length, dark brown hair styled in a ponytail with a few wisps tucked delicately behind her ears, highlighting her striking features. At first sight, anyone will perceive her as a reserved or shy girl, but she will warm up to others quickly once she gets to know them. Considering her forgetful nature, she crosses her eyes a bit when she takes out the list her mother has given her.Despite hoping that her morning would not be marred by the same dejection she had experienced for the past three days, the feeling of eerie has already settled in, casting an eerie shadow over her day.“Where are you going, my sweetie?” Jacob Kyler addresses Rosalia with a haughty smirk, promptly wiping the smile off her face. His tone serves as a stark reminder that her joyous moments are fleeting, causing a frown to form between her eyebrows. The once-cheerful expression on her face is now replaced with one of dissatisfaction. “It’s not your concern.” Although she appears visibly upset in her response, Jacob remains unfazed by her reactions. “I assure you, it is my responsibility to attend to this matter.” He remarks, “I cannot allow my baby girl to roam carelessly, can I?” Expression of disbelief comes out through a scoff as she listens to him. “Who told you I am your girl?” As soon as she retorts, Jacob responds with a proud smile, claiming, “My heart has always claimed you as my girl.” “You have a heart too! How come I don’t know that important news?” Her mocking tone hurts his ego pretty badly, leaving him feeling embarrassed and belittled by the remark.“It seems my Rosa also possesses a sense of humor that she is making fun of me!” He quips. “Nope, I can’t make fun of a mafia like you. I am not brave enough though, because I really love my life and don’t want to get killed by a filthy monster,” Rosalia replies, earning a scoff from him.“You’re making the situation worse! Don’t examine my patience; tell me where you are going.” As he questions her and receives her mockery in response, his aura begins to darken. “I am not obliged to tell you. Why should I tell you? Just stay away from me!”In a display of escalating anger, Jacob seizes her by the chin. “Want to know the consequences of showing guts in front of me?” Despite it being a routine occurrence, she experiences a momentary jolt of fear as her heart skips a beat after meeting with his intense and ferocious gaze. His reaction causes her to hold her breath, feeling unsettled and on edge. “Yah, let me go, you disgusting being, I hate you!” “Is that so? Do I care? You don’t need to love me; I love you; that’s all that matters.” After a period of time, he releases his grasp on her, prompting her to begin taking deep breaths in an effort to regain her composure. Her intense gaze has been fixed on him, conveying a sense of hatred. “It’s my life; you love me, but that doesn’t mean you own me!” “The thing I love is mine,” he says, “only mine!” She feels disgusted by thinking about his offensive language and how horrible his worldview can be. “I’m a human, not a thing. I don’t belong to anyone except myself!”“You only belong to me! I don’t know what are you but my thing!” “I can’t believe how disgusting your mental situation is!” “It is worse than you can imagine!” “Yeah, I know, a monster can’t even be that bad like you.” “Yes, I’m your monster. If you are good to me, I’ll be the best for you, and if you are bad to me, I’ll be the worst for you; it’s simple.” After pulling her into his embrace, he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and gazes into her eyes with a ferocity that suggests he might devour her on the spot. Her struggles to extricate herself from his grip are going on without a break.“Jacob Kyler, let me go! You’re crossing the limit! I’m not liking it!” “Oh, baby, I don’t like to repeat the same thing. Never dare call me Jacob Kyler again; it’s only JK.” His nagging makes her roll her eyes before speaking. “Let go of me, Jacob Kyler!” Her intention of messing with his name makes him scoff. “What if I don’t?” He says while rolling his eyes. Frustration envelops her from all sides as the thoughts of escaping from his grip cover her from everywhere. She cannot understand how such a powerful mafia figure can haggle over such a simple thing as his name. Without thinking much about it, her conscious mind has decided to give up. “Mr. Mafia JK, can you please leave me?”“Thanks, baby, but I’m just trying to make you feel comfortable with me.” “Comfortable with you! From which perspective do you think I can be comfortable with you?” “Ahh!” Jacob shouts, “You talk too much.” Being annoyed by his sudden shout, she looks at him. “Why are those eyes always red in anger whenever they’re in front of me?” Nothing comes out of her mouth in return which urges the annoyance inside him and leads him to grip her jaw tightly. “Answer my question?” He shouts, making her flinch. “How can I answer your question? You told me I talk too much.” Her hatred for him has no boundaries which is known to him but listening to these words from her makes him happy. “You should always be sweet to me whenever you open your mouth.” “I’m sorry, man, I can’t talk to anyone sweetly.” “Liar! You are pretty good at flirting with other men.” His sudden absurd accusation makes her blood boil In anger however there’s no way for her to go astray or show him how much her heart is aching from his words. What if his absurd accusation gets little support?“Gosh! I don’t understand: What’s your problem? If I flirt with other men, that’s none of your business? Ain’t I right?” Her words hit him like a blister on his skin, making him feel the urge to push her away from him. Anger covers him from every angle. “Warning!” “Excuse me! This is my lif—“ she can’t complete her sentence. “F**k your life!” A wave of shock courses through her after witnessing his explosive anger which darts a realization that protesting in such a situation would be an ill-advised decision. As his rage intensifies, the atmosphere transforms into one of palpable horror. With a steady gaze, Rosalia studies him intently, her face betraying no emotion as she scrutinizes him from head to toe. “F**k of your life that belongs to me.” He booms while clenching his jaw. “I wish I could show my middle finger to my freaking hell life that belongs to you!” Her expression is so luring that doesn’t take much time to shock him. He steps forward with an arrogant smile on his face to handle the situation. Pulling her near him, he puts his mouth near her ear. “Thanks for accepting that you belong to me.” Her heart races with such intensity that she feels it may burst at any moment, and the sheer embarrassment of it all only adds to her nervousness. She swallows hard, trying to regain her composure as their eyes get interlocked. Slowly but surely, the fiery anger that was once present in their gazes fades away, replaced instead with a sense of tranquility. Rosalia cannot deny the sheer attractiveness of Jacob Kyler – a true showstopper in every sense of the word. The alluring aroma of his cologne beckons her to inhale deeply, but she manages to resist the urge. If they don’t know who he really is, his enigmatic allure undoubtedly enthralls any lady. The more people explore his characteristics, the more they will learn how acidic his enticing aroma is, which has an almost addictive element to it. This insight might be depressing because it is challenging to balance the attractiveness he emanates with the harsh reality of his character. From the outside, he is addictive, but from the inside, he is acidic. He embodies a character marked by vindictiveness, grumpiness, superciliousness, and cynicism, all of which exude negative energy. Despite his scintillating and resplendent appearance, his activities are dreary and hideous, and he is regarded as the worst human being people might ever encounter. His profession and character have earned him the hatred of those who have encountered him, as he engages in merciless killings, portraying the worst form of selfishness as a mafia leader who delights in darkening the lives of others. Jacob Kyler is a 29-year-old man who has gained notoriety as one of the most powerful mafia leaders in Washington DC, recognized both locally and internationally for his influence and authority in the underworld. He possesses a striking and charming appearance that blends both youthful and masculine qualities, setting him apart. His face is symmetrical, featuring a well-defined jawline and pronounced cheekbones. His large, expressive, dark brown doe-like eyes are slightly angled downward at the outer corners, framed by well-groomed, arched eyebrows. His nose is small and straight, and his lips are full and shapely. Additionally, he maintains a toned, athletic physique that complements his towering height. While introducing himself, he loves to mention his mafia curriculum vitae at first. The presence of Jacob casts a dark and burdensome shadow upon Rosalia’s already complex life, rendering it nearly impossible for her to catch her breath. The harsh realities of the situation quickly dispel any remaining illusions, leaving her with little choice but to confront the unsightly truth. Despite her attempts to physically distance herself from the hulking figure, the task is proved far from simple. “Why don’t you understand, I don’t like you?” In a moment of desperation, she voices her vehement disdain for him, unaware of the potential harm her words may inflict. Yet, even a man with a heart as cold as his, a mafia leader, does not appear fazed by her hate. The only response she receives is a low growl emanating from his beastly chest, resembling a muted chuckle.“Don’t you dare, my Rosalia; there are lots of elements connected with your happiness, so think before you say anything,” Jacob whispers near her ear, which shocks her again.“Wow! So it’s your level? Now you are threatening me?” “I am not threatening you, just telling you the simple, bitter truth.” Tears are gradually forming in her eyes as she has nothing to do but tolerate him. “Don’t cry, love, it’s just a simple truth. Accept your reality; otherwise, I will make your life more miserable.”“What’s left behind? You’ve already made it miserable.” Three years ago, Rosalia met him in an unpleasant way, and he fell for her. Since then, her life has turned upside down. He keeps chasing after her nonstop no matter how much she tries to clear it up that she feels nothing for him. “You are very lucky as I haven’t shown the dark side of me yet, so don’t trigger me.” “If you are done, can I go?” “Is it too difficult to answer the question?” She sighs in frustration and gives up. “I am going to the convenience store.” Jacob smiles proudly and runs his finger through his soft silky hair while Rosalia upholds her brows seeing his expression. “That’s my girl, now you can go.” “Don’t be so proud? I don’t want to continue this bulls**t conversation with you, which is why I’ve answered your silly question.”“You literally got some guts, but don’t worry, you are going to repay it soon.” She starts to walk, totally ignoring him after getting free from the cage of his embrace. “This girl always tries to get on my nerves,” Jacob mumbles. “He always spoils my mood. Almighty, why was I even born? I can’t take this anymore.” “You were born to be mine!” He whispers, which makes her startle, so she starts to yell at him. “Do you want me to die?” She says it madly. “No, I don’t want you to die; that’s why I am going to accompany you.” “What the hell! No, It’s not going to happen!” Saying so, she starts to run away from him with all the strength she has. “Wait, Rosalia, this girl really!” She gets disappeared from his sight instantly. “You really like to play.” He mumbles, indicating something to one of his clients who is standing behind the Sakura Tree, a little away from him.Upon arriving at the convenience store, Rosalia observes her friend who is engaged in the task of arranging packets of chips in a row. She notices her friend casting a covetous glance toward the chips, which causes her to stifle a laugh. “Poor man!” She expresses her sympathy with a murmur but also decides to play a harmless prank on her friend. Silently walking near him from behind, she emits an unusual sound in an attempt to startle him. However, instead of being startled, he turns to her and responds with a charming and distinguished smile. His name is Henry Anderson, Rosalia’s best friend.“Rosa, Rosa, Rosa, how come you’re here?” Despite Henry’s cheerful greeting, she remains unresponsive. Within a matter of seconds, he realizes that she is upset due to her failed attempt to startle him. In an effort to lift her spirits, he pretends to be frightened, resembling a fawn being pursued by a leopard. This display of vulnerability elicits a smile from her, though it is short-lived. “Why
Melissa is trying to wake up her daughter Rosalia from her sleep, as it’s already morning. She is pissed at her daughter, who keeps annoying her with her sleep, as usual. Once she sleeps, there is no sign of her waking up. When she sleeps, she sleeps as if the world has ended and sleeping is the best thing for herself. “Dumb Rosa! Your phone has been buzzing for several minutes! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” She keeps yelling at her but gets no response from her. Her snores like a donkey making her sigh in disappointment. “You have to go to work, your highness!”Finding herself with no choice, she splashes some drops of water on her face. Rosalia keeps struggling to open her eyes, which seems pretty difficult. But when reality hits her, those eyes are about to come out of the eye pit.“Oh no, Mom! What to do? What to do?”“I don’t know anything, but if you skip your breakfast today, I swear I’m going to kill you.”“Why are you behaving like my stepmother?” “Shut up! Get ready quickly.” S
It's been a month since Rosalia met Henry at the convenience store. Both of them are too busy to meet each other these days, but interaction over the phone happens every day. There have been many talks between the two in the past month. Finally, today they are going to meet each other. She is looking at the texts he sent her last night and smiling while she watches them. Those messages are giving her butterflies. It's been so long since they became friends, but he never tried to say that he wanted to take the relationship to another level. When his thoughts make her brood, her phone rings with the caller ID for My Monkey, aka Henry. Being excited, she receives the phone instantly. "Hey, morning." "Morning," she says being a little shy. "I'm here already." "Oh, I'm ready." They cut the phone. Maybe in her whole life, she didn't have a shy and formal conversation with him. This is the first time she is checking herself in the mirror before going to meet him. Taking her purse, she comes d
When Jacob Kyler sees his reflection in the mirror, a handsome man bearing a fragile broken heart inside him urges anger to engulf him. He doesn't know what to do because his mind is blank just thinking about how she's dared to go out with Henry. He throws the vase towards the mirror, breaking both objects into pieces. "You mother f**ker, why is that girl not afraid of you?" That's all he can afford for himself while looking at his reflection in the mirror. This is the moment he has come to realize how worthless his life is. How pathetically his existence is ignored by the girl whom he loves with all of his heart! A mafia whose routine is to kill others, ruin them and their happiness, and deal with all the illegal works; however, his heart never allows him to look at other girls except Rosalia, who detests him all the way she knows, and now for this girl, his heart is aching severely. He grits his teeth in anger while balling his hands into fists. "You'll repay it; you both are going t
When Rosalia asks him about JK, a grim expression covers Henry's face but he manages his facial expression and decides to stay calm. "No, it's because I love you and don't want you to have any worries about it." A shy smile spreads across her face instantly after listening to him but what he says next confuses her more. "Rosa, you are not taking your phone with you. You have to keep the phone in this house and obviously inside the locker." "But how will I be able to contact you?" He thinks for some moments after listening to her. "Just don't touch that phone again and you will take nothing from here, and the most important thing is we'll be leaving tonight." His sudden proposal of leaving the town this early makes her more surprised. "Hey, that's so early." "And if I don't take anything with me, I have to go naked." He laughs while listening to her. "Why do you have to, dumb? I'll manage everything; don't worry." "But the cost will be huge. I don't want you to spoil your money without
"Jacob! What are you doing here?" Rosalia says in utter shock. Fear grasps her from every corner of the world, seeing her biggest horror in front of her. She grabs Henry's hand tightly as if he will snatch her in a moment. "Just don't mess up this time, Jacob; get out of here!" As soon as Henry indicates his man, Jenny grabs Rosalia's mom and points her gun directly at her head. "No, Mom!" Rosalia screams in panic, seeing her mother in the cave of danger. "Tell your man to put their guns and armaments aside." An evil smirk conquers Jacob's face, and he utters, "Smart girl." Finding no other choice, Henry tells his men to put their armaments aside. "Let her go, Jenny," Henry retorts, his insides set ablaze by his brother. "Jacob, I'm begging you, please let my mom go. Please don't harm her." The fear and anxiety on their faces make Jacob smirk proudly. "The game isn't started yet and already begging, huh?" "I'm warning you, Jacob; stop your nasty game!" Henry roars, earning a scoff from
Her heart gets stuck in her throat after hearing him. "You are joking, right, Jacob? You don't know him; he'll find me no matter what." After hearing her, nothing but a chuckle escapes his mouth. A maid approaches them while greeting them. "Is everything ready?" JK asks her. Yes, sir, we have arranged everything, and your secretary, Ellie Park, is taking care of this." Rosalia doesn't know what they're talking about, but for now, the crucial task for her is to know the name of the place. Not thinking much about the feedback she will receive from him, Rosalia asks the maid, "Excuse me, can you please tell me the name of this place?" "Sure mam, T—" Her words get cut off by Jacob instantly. "Wanna lose your job?" As his death glare meets the eyes of the maid, she lowers her gaze and apologizes instantly, saying, "Sorry, sir." In a moment, his stare gets shifted to Rosalia. "Don't try to act smart, My Rosa." His death glare earns nothing but a zombie-like expression from her. "How long are
"I-i have got a condition." Listening to her, he uplifts his eyebrow and says, "I wonder." "You can't bother us after tonight." "How could I if I get you?" After seeing his reaction, her breath got stuck again. In a moment, JK attacked her bare shoulder like a hungry wolf that had been starving for decades to only have one particular prey. With wet kisses, he made her shoulder fully covered making her toes curl. Finally turning her toward him, his lips started to adore her. Lifting her by her hips, he exchanged a long, mouthful kiss with her that he had been yearning for since the very first day he saw her. The more each moment passed, the more he was losing control. Rosalia, on the other hand, had no choice but to assist him in fulfilling his nasty desire. She knew how much she hated him, but with every passing moment, her self-control was gradually slipping away from her. Seeing him surprisingly being gentle and soft with every possible touch, she was losing herself more and more in