Chairman Rose Novels & Stories

“Did you become the chairman of Shangrila Group and CEO of Hudson Investment Firm through favoritism and connections?” “Yes.” “Rose is the cousin of your wife. You often take her to clubs to befriend the rich and powerful, right? I heard you had fights with them too.” “That’s right.” “You mooched off your wife, and when you started to build power and riches, you delivered a gravestone to the Lees, demanding they apologize on their knees in Lilyrose even though they raised you.” “That’s right.” … Silence befell as the video played. The air was thick with tension.

But their show of affection was soon cut short, when we heard footfalls coming down the stairs. “What’s happening here?” The sophisticated and elegant Mrs. Rosewood, Ignacio’s mother, and lady of the house appeared on top of the staircase. Mrs. Rosewood’s appearance is stern. Her eyes are chink, and her high cheekbones equalled her to a few elites, who won’t accept no as an answer.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

"Holy shit, my cousin dearest is going on a date with Anthony Morelli! Solid catch, Rose." Rosie pushed Tamara off of her, scrunching her features. "Stop it." Tamara rolled her eyes at Rosie's lack of enthusiasm. "You have my blessing times a million. I'm proud of you, Rosie." Rosie gritted her teeth. She stared at the floor and took a few deep breaths to stay calm. It annoyed Rosie that Tamara was making such a big deal out of this. The way Tamara spoke, it made Rosie feel like she was incapable and this was some astronomical achievement that would never be expected.

We make our own screen time with the people around us with our storylines. "Really? He made a move? But Cinnamon has a boyfriend", I gasped, while I fixed my hair. "Guess he'll never know", he said, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed and punched his arm. Time passes by quicker with James. He was a fun person to be with. And I think he was the only person who could make me laugh after what felt like eons. I texted Anna that I'd be meeting her while walking down the street to Blossombee.

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

The villainess. The plot of *The Prince's Rose* crashed over her. Prince Alexander, the golden-haired, stoic heir, destined to fall for Sophia Bellweather, the kind-hearted, orphaned daughter of a minor baron. And Lady Vivian? The Duke’s spoiled, ruthless daughter, obsessed with Alexander, engaged to him through political maneuvering. She would stop at nothing to eliminate Sophia – slander, sabotage, even attempted murder. Her actions would ultimately lead to her public disgrace, her engagement broken, her family ruined, and her exile to a desolate convent… before a mysterious, fatal "accident" befell her carriage on the journey. The readers had cheered at her downfall.

Three months after I died, Jack Carter became one of the youngest colonels in the United States Marine Corps. At the promotion ceremony, every person in the room stood up and applauded him. He had a war record, he had money, he had a house that looked out over the woods, and he had the kind of future everyone envied. But only I, already dead, knew that the one person he had truly wanted his whole life was never coming back. The year he turned eighteen, he rebuilt a beat-up old Ford and put the spare key in my hand. He said, "After prom, come find me. I will take you to California." I said yes. But that night I walked down the steps on another man's arm and told him, in front of everyone, tha

Whenever she did she would look away within seconds. "He just asked my name. Then told me he is the finance manager of the club? That everyone knows him" I nodded. "Ya, we know him well alright, That motherfucker" I curse. She creased her brows in confusion. "Rose, You need to be alert now. That man isn't good. You see him even looking at you, You come to me" I said. Taking her back. "Or go to Coby" I continued after a pause.

Frowning, he went to pull the door shut and it hit something, a thud sounding towards the bottom of the door. Chris lowered his gaze to the floor, and blinked in surprise, stuck between the door and the wall, was a little red rose in a tiny but elegant glass shaped like a crescent moon, the inside hardened with…resin? He picked it up, and saw the tiny thorns surrounding the rose inside. Blinking, he curled his fingers around the item and jogged lightly down the stairs, two at a time. __________________