Keluarga Rossa Novels & Stories

There is also cannon fodder that has nothing to do with them but still gets bed ending. Quinlynn is such person who got nothing to do with the heroine or her harem but still got bed ending. Quinlynn Irsiavel De'Rosa, the only child of duke De'Rosa and a commoner called Lilith White. From birth, she was born with a golden spoon. She was beloved by all her family members regardless of her commoner mother’s unknown origin. To the De'Rosa family, every child of theirs is precious. Their family motto is 'Famiglia Sempre' also known as 'Family Always', shows how much they value each and every family members.

Violette has always known Matteo La Rosa is a bastard, but the thing is; she never expected this level of evilness. The La Rosa family is a snobbish one, starting from the madam of the house—Madame Dora, who's Matteo's mother. She's obsessed with flowers. Anything else is secondary to her, and that includes Matteo the son who ended up growing into a thick drunkard. The man of the house—Sir James, is never around as he's a business tycoon who travels far and wide, and that only worsened the son.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

Rosa is the smallest in the group and she is also the youngest. Besides that, Rosa had black eyes and black hair that is usually found in East Asia. However, Rosa's face didn’t look like the East Asian at all. This is because Rosa’s father is from the Middle East. She has black hair and black eyes same as her mother, but her straight nose, big eyes, and beautiful natural eyebrows are hundred percent inherit her father's genes.

Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses. Damn it, her feelings were just all over the fucking place today. The room was as large as a fucking hotel room, a wide table in between two leather sofas. “She’s got nice ass,” Romeo said as he plopped down at the edge of the chair and relaxed into it. Luigi joined him, both of them acting like they were on a vacation. “Sergio’s late,” Enzo said, his eyes on the empty sofa where Mr. Mendes was supposed to seat.

ROSALINE I walked in through the large double doors of my father's house and headed for the living room where I'd find one of my family members. I hated coming here. The only reason I came here was to check on my mom. But today was different. "Rose!" I was suddenly engulfed in a hug by Lisa. I smiled as I hugged her back. She was my younger step sister and the only thing closest to a real sister that I had. I wished she was my real sister though.

With a grunt of effort, she rolled Julian into the padded passenger seat. "Stay with me, Julian," she commanded, her voice raw. "That’s an order from your wife." Julian’s eyes flickered open, a ghost of a smirk touching his bloodied lips. "Always... so bossy... Rose." She gunned the engine. The boat sliced through the dark Mediterranean waves, leaving the burning coast behind. But as the adrenaline began to fade, the weight of her choice settled in her chest. The ledger—the multibillion-dollar leverage she had destroyed to save him—was gone.

Even her scent sharpened slightly. "Drakoria?" The amusement disappeared from her face. "Why are they involved?" I immediately became alert. My wolf lifted her head. Grandma rarely reacted so strongly. The family was clearly not ordinary. "The Wayne family is one of the major political families there." Her expression grew serious. "They aren't people to underestimate." The room fell silent. My heart sank slightly. So Francis and Jonathan hadn't exaggerated. Rose's confidence suddenly made a lot more sense. No wonder she'd acted like she could trample over anyone she wanted. No wonder she'd threatened people so casually.

''Dire ciao a satana per me,'' I say. Then, I walk away from her without a second glance after hearing her body drop dead onto the ground. I immediately walk down the pavement, not wanting anyone see me being there—knowing that there are no evidence of me being involved; besides, my whole family is practically involved with the mafia yet they keep it low-key. ''Elia,'' I look up to see Rose nearing me. Her blue eyes piercing into mine.