Keluarga Rossa Novels & Stories

I knocked and entered at his call. “Make it fast,” I said, sitting opposite him. “What I have to say is quite important,” Noah began, sliding a cup of tea toward me. “I am the family doctor for the Rossis. They are a family of immense wealth, but they are shadows, they prefer to exist where the world cannot see them.” He took a slow sip.

"I have some questions, and I need you to answer them honestly." Rosa nodded, her posture attentive. "Of course, signora. Whatever you need." I settled into one of the armchairs, my mind racing as I tried to formulate my questions. Rosa had been with the Salvatore household longer than me so she has to have heard something. After all, maids hear and gossip a lot than they show. "What can you tell me about the Riccis?" I asked. Rosa's eyebrows rose slightly. "The Riccis, signora? They are one of the most prominent families in Italy. Wealthy. Influential."

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

ALEXEI I brought Rosaline home the next day and placed her in my room. Yeka helped me move her things to my room. There was no way I was going to let her out of my sight ever again. "I hope she wakes up soon," Yeka mumbled as she fidgeted with her fingers. I nodded in agreement. It was amusing to see her get attached to people she was working with. Especially the females. The mafia was basically a family but she didn't really relate with everyone except Igor, Vlad and I. I had a few female assassins before her and she didn't like any one at all. They never got along.

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.

The next day came too quickly. I thought I was ready to face my family with their scrutinizing eyes and cruel glares. What was the worst that could happen? Apparently—everything. The moment I stepped into the living room, the air shifted—sharp, suffocating, like the calm before a hurricane. My parents sat stiffly at the far end of the couch, their expressions carved in stone. Beside them, Marielle looked all glammed up, sitting like a queen basking in stolen light. Her manicured fingers traced the rim of her teacup lazily, eyes flicking up to me with a satisfaction she didn’t bother to hide.

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.