Dahlia Rossetti 소설 & 이야기

Castalia must have known the triplets would burn the house down if my name wasn't up there. Rosa Delgado, the Syndicate’s lead socialite, strutted out of the kitchen. She was wearing a lace bralette under micro-mini overalls, her hair bleached to a blinding platinum. She looked like a high-end biker pin-up. “Welcome home, boys!” she squealed, throwing her arms around all three of them. She didn't even look at me. I stood there, arms folded over my shimmery blue satin dress, watching her mark her territory. I stepped forward, sliding my hand onto Matteo’s chest.

Smiling at her. From behind, she took out a red rose, slowly approaching him. Every glance seemed to be captivating. Rodel's mouth opened involuntarily when Dhalia bit the stem of the flower at him. He didn't know what his wife's trick was, but he willingly complied. "Honey... keep biting that. You'll just take the bite out of that stem when I say. If you don't obey, I'll punish you..." Rodel nodded prematurely, filled with fear and desire again when he felt Dhalia licking his elegant breasts.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

"Good to see you, man." Aatalo recomposed himself when he noticed Rosie. He quirked an eyebrow, looking between Anthony and Rosie. He beamed his perfect, charming smile as he held out his hand. "I'm Aatalo and you are stunning. What's your name?" Rosie's face grew bright red as she hesitantly let him take hold of her hand. It wasn't something she found ideal but she was too consumed by his charm that she didn't mind. "Rosie. I'm... glad to be here."

She replied in monotone and walked past them. Rose sat on her bike and left leaving them behind. Damian saw her disappearing behind the big metal gate and sighed in defeat. "Why do you call her rose, her name is Arabella..." Isabella said. "Because she is rose..." Damian said looking at all the roses in the garden he has been cherishing till now with all his care and love. Rose drove towards the hills, she parked her bike and walked in towards the edge, she could see the whole city from their.

I didn’t trust my heartbeat either if he stayed in this tiny room any longer. A few minutes later, Dalila entered, practically dragging a suitcase almost the size of her entire body. Behind her was a she-wolf I’d never seen before—full glam makeup, sharp eyeliner, flawless foundation, deep wine lipstick. She looked like one of those human actresses I’d seen on TV back in the academy. “Good afternoon, Miss McCarthy,” she said brightly. “I’m Dolores Moss. I’ll be doing your makeup today.” Right. Tonight was Alpha Caspian’s birthday celebration.

She was really getting good at that. Then the air changed. She didn’t need to turn around to know. Alexander stiffened. His arm around hers tightened for a second too long. Rosa followed his gaze. Daphne was approaching. She wore white this time, sunglasses perched atop her head, confidence exuding like air. Rosa couldn't help but mutter, “The devil wears white.” Rosa felt Alexander’s breath hitch. She looked at him briefly, her chest knotting. Did her presence really affect him this much?

Lotus Pov I couldn't contain my astonishment as Seth revealed the identity of the spy. "Dalia?" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with disbelief. It was a name that caught me off guard, a revelation that sent shockwaves through my core. How could Dalia, someone I had known for a while or I thought I knew, be involved in this intricate web of deception? Seth's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Yes, Dalia," he confirmed, his voice laced with a mix of disappointment and resolve. "She had been using her knowledge of this mansion to her advantage, exploiting her familiarity with its layout and its secrets."

Quickly, I straightened, schooling my expression. Another maid approached us from the hallway. “Good morning, Mr. Julian.” “Good morning, Mirela,” Julian replied easily. “Welcome, Miss. Hayes,” she greeted me politely, looking perfectly composed. “Good morning,” I replied. She was much younger than Rosa—early thirties, maybe. She acted polite but her expression was neutral and she seemed a bit distant. Nothing like Rosa. Julian turned to Rosa. “Is Dahlia here yet?” “Yes.” Rosa answered immediately. “She stepped outside just now to take an important call.”

Delilah greeted her warmly and led her to the hidden room, away from prying eyes. The woman introduced herself as she sat down across from Delilah. "I’m Rose," she said, her tone clipped and free from hesitation. Delilah leaned forward slightly. "What can I help you with?" "There’s a popular artist named Rowan Wilder," Rose began, her gaze sharp and unflinching. "He sabotaged my career, ruining my reputation. I want him executed." Delilah’s lips parted briefly in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. "Alright," she said smoothly. "Any specific method of execution?"