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She kept thanking me over and over, but I just smiled. At the counter, I swiped the black card Lucas had given me the day before. The cashier’s polite smile faltered when she saw the card — the kind only billionaires owned. I felt a strange sense of power at that moment, one I hadn’t felt in a long time. From there, we went to a spa and makeover studio. I let them handle everything — a full-body massage, facial treatments, even my hair. My dark locks were styled into soft curls with short bangs that framed my face perfectly.

orchids, peonies, ivory lilies, all lined up on a board like contestants in a beauty pageant I’d already judged and dismissed. “Ban all of that,” I said, waving a perfectly manicured hand. “Black roses. Larger than life. Dramatic. Like me.” She hesitated. “Wouldn’t that come off a little… intimidating?” “That’s the point, darling.” Her pen froze halfway through a note. I smiled. At least she was starting to learn.

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

Her features were hidden, yet Marisol knew it was Elizabeth. It was another portrait of Kyro's hollow devotion. If he'd loved her so, why had Elizabeth suffered so much? Marisol took some black and red paint, blending them into a deep, bruised hue. Dipping a brush into it, she painted a crimson-black rose across the veil. The once divine scene curdled into something sinister in an instant. From beside her, Kyro chuckled. "I knew you'd like those roses. The research lab spent a long time cultivating the perfect crimson-black roses. I had them grown just for you. We'll have them at our wedding. What do you think?"

“Kaelyn wanted me to give you this.” Bianca held out a black card like it offended her to touch it. Rose took it, turning it between her fingers. Matte black. Just a name stamped in sharp silver. Kaelyn Black. A number beneath it. Nothing else. “What am I supposed to do with this?” Rose asked, glancing up. Bianca looked at her the way people looked at something they’d stepped in. Then she gave a small, careless shrug.

I would’ve loved to have her burying my cock in her throat while the guests were left unattended, but that would make us terrible hosts. “Not now, kitten. We need to entertain the guests,” I said, forcing restraint into my voice. She agreed reluctantly, and we moved back into the crowd. I left her to socialize, keeping a discreet distance, when my eyes caught sight of a delivery man carrying a bouquet of black roses into the studio. “Black roses?” I muttered, frowning. Who the hell sends black roses to a launch? Before Cassandra could see them and have her mood ruined, I quietly ordered the staff to trash the bouquet.

PRESENT DAY I woke up to black roses covering my bedroom floor. The scent was almost overwhelming, but it was alluring. I love black roses a lot. I didn’t know who would fill my bedroom with roses, so I left my room and walked out. There were a bunch of black rose petals reading down the stairs to the living area. It was full of more black roses. The whole place smelled like it. I was very confused, as I hadn’t told anyone I loved black roses.

A black Range Rover pulled up in front of us and Stephan opened the door with a wide smile. "After you bella" he said. "It's Roselle actually not bella but thanks" "I know that. Bella means beautiful in Italian" he explained with a smile. "Oh..ok thanks" I said hiding a blush. "You're most welcome" I entered the shinning ride and Enzo and Stephan sat beside me. Two scary looking men with tattoos were sitting in the front seats. I averted my eyes from their unfriendly forms, refusing to look at them and focused on the beautiful driveway and large expanse of land. The first time I got here, I couldn't see anything. It was dark and I was blindfolded and since then, I haven't set my foot outside

'' He continues, looking at the roses; looking for the orange roses but they're still at the back—haven't gotten the time to actually bring them out because people rarely ask for orange roses. ''I can get them for you,'' I say. ''A bouquet of them,'' He replies. With a nod, I make my way towards the back; slowly and mentally hitting myself as I try to control my breathing—trying my best to not explode or overreact because we manage to act like total strangers earlier so I don't want to ruin it at the moment. Memories of us start to replay in my mind, leaving me weak even though it has been a long time ago. We haven't even been in touch.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?