Novel & Cerita Love, Rosie

Rosie nearly choked. “Desiree!” “What?” “We're not getting married.” “Why not?” The smile faded from Rosie's face. “Because he wasn't being gentle with me.” Desiree frowned. “What do you mean?” Rosie looked down at her hands. “He thought I was someone else.” Silence settled between them. “Someone else?” Rosie nodded. “I think there's a woman he loved when he was living in France.” Desiree stared. “A woman?” “Mhm.”

] She had truly believed she was the reason they couldn't have children, and she'd felt guilty about it. She knew Dario wanted an heir. She wanted a child of her own too. To get pregnant, she endured endless injections and medications. Each time, Dario would hold her tightly and say, "Baby, I love you. It doesn't matter whether we have kids or not." Back then, she had been so touched she thought she'd found real love. Now she realized it had all been a lie. "What about Ms. Rosette?" Martin Lawrence asked hesitantly. The name made Daisy's heart clench.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

I didn’t need to…fuck I don’t even know what to say. Kelvin reached out slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m in love with you, Rose,” he confessed softly. “And I don’t want to pretend anymore.” My heart stumbled, tripped, fell straight into him. The city lights flickered behind us. The wind softened. And for the first time ever… Kelvin Halt looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that made sense. “Rose,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “I don’t know how to love the right way anymore, but I’m trying, I’ve been shattered for so long…but for you, I’ll keep fighting.”

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

"I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride." My heart ached with warmth. I rose on tiptoe and kissed him, tears slipping onto his palm. On his skin, the girl's dress still fluttered mid-dance. And at last, I had found the one who would always applaud me. "Jordan, thank you." I held him tight—for this love that had arrived late, and for fate's final mercy. After all the darkness and pain, I finally understood. One day, you will meet someone who shows you that you were never a stand-in for anyone. You are the only rose. Cherished, irreplaceable, never meant to wither.

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

She thought she and Michael could at most become friends from strangers, and that was all. Ivanka looked at Rosie. She thought Rosie would either look disappointed or angry. But Rosie did not. She merely grinned. Ivanka could not figure out why. Rosie said, “You’ve stopped hating that brat, but you don’t have the thought of starting over again yet. You thought you were keeping a distance from him. This has instead proven that your relationship has become closer.” Ivanka frowned. She did not understand what Rosie was saying. Rosie let out a bark of laughter. “Ms. Lane, you’re a resolute and decisive businesswoman, how could you not get it when it comes to love affairs?”

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