Novel & Cerita Carmen Rosales

“But while I was pretending to suffer from dementia, Rosa took care of me.” I stayed silent. “There was no selfishness in that woman,” he said quietly. “No greed. No manipulation. She cared for me with genuine patience even when she believed I could barely remember my own name.” Something tightened painfully inside my chest because it was true. Christopher finally looked at me again. “Rosa Castillo is one of the rarest women I have ever met. She is intelligent, devoted, compassionate, and loyal beyond reason.” I stared at him in disbelief. “You could have said this from the beginning,” I muttered. “You could have told me all along that you didn’t hate her.”

Selena knew she needed to keep her feelings at bay, yet deep down, she yearned for him to notice her. Mrs. Tommaso, Rose's mother-in-law, had been a distant business partner and friend of Selena's family for years. Selena found solace in Mrs. Tommaso's presence. She admired the way Mrs. Tommaso carried herself—confident, caring, and full of wisdom. Selena saw her as a role model and hoped that by impressing Mrs. Tommaso, she might also catch Alfonso's attention.

In that instant, she was aware of every single beat her heart made. “You must be kidding me,” Carmen whispered. “I am Dax. What may be your name?” Dax happily said. Carmen felt reluctant to move and lost of words, so she remained stiff, hoping that Dax would leave. “I see that you have taken a liking to the roses. I am a big. fun of them too. But be careful. The bees loves sunflowers, and they can be quite aggressive. I am no stranger to their attack.” Dax said with a bit of concern in his tone.

She was like a prey to a wild hungry animal in a forest. "S-sino po kayo?" tanong niya nang nasa harapan na niya ang mukhang salbaheng nilalang. "I'm the nemesis of Gringo Salviz. Ako ang kanyang katapusan!" umpisa nito. Pagkatapos ay humalakhak nang mataginting na animo isang demonya. Kinilabutan si Rosario. Nayapos niya ang kanyang sarili nang wala sa loob niya. Nakatitig siya sa mga matang malilisik na animo nanghihipnotismo.

She had such a good heart. Then she said conversationally, “You know there’s no such thing as black with blue-tipped roses, right?” My mouth sagged open, before I blinked and shook my head, unable to believe what I’d just heard. “Say what again?” “Roses only come in shades of white, red, yellow and purples or variations and mixes between those. Anything else is artificially created.” Still slowly shaking my head back and forth in adamant denial, I said, “No…no, that can’t be right.”

she whispered hoarsely. "Your prince has come," Rosa said with a smirk. "Lucky you." She shuffled out on her shaky legs, her heart racing as the guard led her down the long corridor. Behind her, she heard Carmen's low, urgent voice whispering, "Remember what I said. Don't trust anything he tells you." She braced herself for interrogation, for more humiliation, for God only knew what fresh hell awaited her. Instead, she saw him. Jason Hale, standing tall and impossibly smug in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit that probably cost more than most people made in a year.

Rosa, Olwen turned to the people who were looking at her and spoke in a hoarse voice. "Gentlemen, I am Olwen Kelly. The heroine in the scandal ran away from the wedding between the Ramos and Kaylin family. Today I will tell you all the facts, lest you have a wrong idea and bring consequences. The result is serious. Jack Ramos and I have never signed the marriage certificate. The marriage has also been annulled. According to the law, we are not husband and wife. If you want to verify the truth, you can come to the office. authorities to find out. And one more important thing. My husband is Luca Watson."

Ivory smirked when she saw Mari panicking; she smiled at her class mates who in turn clapped as she returned to her seat. The next person was Natasha. ‘Hello everyone my name is Natasha Colby, my father is knight Colby’ Natasha said. Collective gasps could be heard, everyone knew the story of how knight Colby rose to fame, he went from grass to grace. ‘I’m proficient in literature, calligraphy and embroidery’. Everyone clapped as Natasha went back to her seat. At last everyone had introduced themselves.

After all, he was the most closed off; we knew he had a fucked up childhood but not the extent of it. "You say she left his belongings?" Silas asks, his voice much calmer than it had been seconds ago. "Yes, and hers as well, so strange." And hers? Who is this woman? Wait...if she really is... "You say she was here with a detective?" The attendant nods. "A Mr. Justin Powers or something like that. He seemed very disinterested in the case; he made the young lady cry." I hear Silas' sharp intake of breath. Justin is under the Magliana payroll; anyone who is anyone knows that. The second he learns a Black Rose has a known family member, he'll definitely take that to them, and in turn...

Where is he? "He's here." A man stepped out of the car. Dante pushed the driver out of the way to get a clear look of the boss's face. Dante's breath got stuck in his throat when he realized who it was. Keane Domingo, President of Go cosmetics. Dante didn't expect the boss to be someone like him. "You said you wanted to speak to the boss and here I am." Dante frowned. He was pissed off by Keane's mocking smirk. Dante folded his arms, "I deserve an apology."