Novel & Cerita Dahlia Rossetti

She even questioned why Cordelia insisted on tending to the extensive plot of land every week instead of enjoying her retirement. Dahlia expressed her desire to assist with fertilizing the garden, but once in the garden, she instructed the workers to wear multiple layers of masks and gloves for her. With the summer bringing numerous mosquitoes, Dahlia frowned, constantly swerving to avoid them while carrying a bucket of fertilizer. Progress was slow, and she only managed to fertilize a few plants. Cordelia observed this from a distance but chose to ignore Dahlia. Instead, she grabbed a pair of scissors and headed to the other side to pick some tomatoes.

I don't want to be a flower anymore". "What do you want to be, sister?" " A Dahlia..." NOTE: DAHLIA IN ARABIC IS NOT A FLOWER BUT A TERM TO DESCRIBE BIG RAISIN OF FIG TREES, THE ONES THAT ARE SO TANGLED? OLD? AND STRONG. A QUESTION? DO YOU LIKE THESE LONG CHAPTERS OR DO YOU PREFER THAT MAKE THEM SHORTER? THANK YOU FOR READING, PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT.

I only blinked. I hadn’t known Dahlia’s middle name until that moment. “Thank you,” Dahlia breathed, then she disappeared out our bedroom door. “Roselba’s pretty,” I murmured. “It’s not her real middle name,” Violet admitted, and I cocked my head at her quizzically. “I just made one up to get my point across.” I couldn’t help my laughter. Even Sophia chuckled. Apparently, I still didn’t know Dahlia’s middle name. “Oh,” Sophia swiped along her tablet as she spoke, “you two wanted to know when the Rogue Finder website was up and running.” She turned her tablet around to show us the completed site. Violet and I neared each other to look at it together.

He continued. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” I remarked. “Shut up, bastard!” He snarled. “What did he offer you? I’ll bring better offers” He said, desperately. “This.” Rosette smiled with dreamy eyes, pointing at Dimitri, “He offered me this fine specimen, that a thousand gold coins or anything can't afford.” She let out, and Dalton looked at her in disbelief. He let out a dry, loud laugh as his eyes were filled with a crazed look. The soldiers had paused, and were now staring at the scene taking place.

They were the same as someone who was close to my heart. My Angelica. When I looked at her properly I was taken aback by her appearance as she looked like a ditto copy of Angelica. Only her hair was black. My eyes weren't leaving her. “Rosaline Davenport, Alpha Enzo's only daughter. She's really rude and arrogant but I must say, a very talented designer.” Alpha Clyde spoke up beside me. “Why have I never heard of her?” My brows wrinkled as I never heard that Alpha Enzo had a daughter who exactly looked like my late wife.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

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."

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Dragging Diana all the way to Paris just to ambush Roxette like some desperate, bitter ex? You drugged me. You staged that pathetic little scene in my bedroom. And now you’re following us halfway across the world like a fucking stalker? Do you have any idea how pathetic and small you look right now?” Dahlia’s smile faltered for the briefest second, but she recovered quickly, lifting her chin in that arrogant way she always did when she thought she could still control the narrative. She took a slow, deliberate sip of her wine, watching me over the rim of the glass like I was the one being unreasonable.

Rosaria spat, only to be in a chokehold as soon as the word ‘abomination’ left her mouth. “Don’t you dare call my mate a bitch! You have absolutely no right!” Kieran growled. Dahlia wobbled over to him. “Put her down baby. She’s not worth it,” she whispered to Kieran, whose black eyes gradually returned to their normal colour as he dropped Rosaria.

❦ Rosalind ❦ I stared at the woman in the doorway and for a second my brain just stalled. Dahlia Renly. Of all people. Dahlia, my ex-bestfriend from university who’d slept with Orlov, dated him, then pathetically kept chasing him, was standing there with Viktor’s gun aimed at her frontal lobe. “Wait,” I called loudly. I padded down the stairs in my thin silk nightdress, my heart beating so hard I could feel it in my throat.