Luigi Rosalina Novels & Stories

Angelica said, her eyes softening. I pulled her in for a hug, as quiet sniffles left my lips. “I wish you luck.” She pulled away slightly. “Thank you.” With that, she walked up straight to Elana. Elana eyed her in puzzlement as Angelica marched her way. Strides filled with purpose. And eyes filled with determination. And somehow, at the center of it all— Was Rosie Alphonse. Elana's brow furrowed slightly, she spoke fast into the phone then pulled it away from her ear.

I say, quietly, and he smiles at me, and in there I see acceptance and forgiveness, I just need to learn to accept and forgive myself. He sits beside his wife, then adjust the baby in his hand, so I get a full look, and I gasp. Lily Viola Blu in all her beauty, sucking her thumb like her life depends on it, she tilts her head my way and God, her eyes, big beautiful brown. I smile at her parents, seeing the life they've created, how far they've come makes my heart ache, it makes me long for something like that, something as beautiful, with no darkness

CHAPTER 41 I entered the car after Luciano contacted Franco and his boys. Luciano came into the car and spoke to the driver “This is my wife, if I find 1 hair missing from her head or her skin tampered with, I will make you and your family disappear”. He said to him firmly “Be careful with her, she is my egg,” he finally said. I smiled at him, and he gave me a peck on my cheek “You'll be fine” he assured me.

My eyes watered but I blinked the moisture away. The whole room was silent. The only sound that could be heard was the faint trickle of my blood out of my gunshot wound onto the hardwood floor. Until the heavy silence broke by the backstabbing bastard’s boarish voice. “Boss, there’s more to the anonymous tip.” What Abram said next only cemented what I’d already been guessing. “They’re claiming that the orphan girl who’s been working here for the past six years poisoned the food that was to be served to the heir of the Clifford's family. They’re saying she’s Roselia Quinn, the Roselia Quinn, daughter of Henry Quinn. And given the fact that she was trying to escape just proved that….”

Without looking out, she was never going to find that out. “Yes, darling! We know who the groom is. That’s why we are here. We want to show Dia Lucrii that they won this town; we do. Come on, corporate. We are just teaching you how to pleasure your man better. We will leave everything intact; we just want to have some fun. I have never fucked someone’s bride,” goon 2 winked at her. “Do you even know who I am?” yelled Rose. Tears had now started streaming down her face. “I am the Woolridge Princess!”

I finally had a way to become even. His smile cringed a bit but after clearing his throat he smiled back at me, his words thoughtfully chosen. "You really did see through me. How did I never see you all this while Roseline?" As our conversation unfolded, a voice interrupted, calling Lucas away. He left, leaving a puzzle behind. The abrupt departure lingered, merging with the night's mystique. As the night drew to a close, fate reasserted itself. My boss, already fleeting drunk, confronted me. "Roseline get over here damnit!!" He shamelessly yelled after recognizing me. I had hoped to completely avoid any interaction with him but fate wasn't that nice.

Same as Rodion's who was silently staring at where his brother disappeared to. I couldn't find sense in the situation, I still couldn't tell why Dmitri was suddenly Luigi. Marco and his brother Salva worked for Luigi. Romeo worked for Luigi yet no one knew who he was. No one could have known, because his approach was way too unpredictable. He was a sweetheart, very social and loving. I still wasn't believing it, though it was all written in Rodions face. “Rodion?” His pained eyes met mine when I called him.

I exclaimed as an unfamiliar feeling of hurt and jealousy gnawed and pulled at my chest. Marco nodded, confirming what he just said. “Liam is to marry Rosalinda as part of the agreement.” “Liam?” I repeated, recalling the experience I had at the store earlier today. Rosalinda called the figlio di puttana who dared to press his gun to my stomach, Liam, and I knew that it couldn’t be a coincidence that he knew my name. So he was Diego Romano’s son. That explained his balls!

They were free to change their allegiance to another datu if they married into another community or if they decided to move. Maharlika – Members of the Tagalog warrior class known as maharlika had the same rights and responsibilities as the timawa, but in times of war they were bound to serve their datu in battle. They had to arm themselves at their own expense, but they did get to keep the loot they took. Although they were partly related to the nobility, the maharlikas were technically less free than the timawas because they could not leave a datu's service without first hosting a large public feast and paying the datu between 6 and 18 pesos in gold – a large sum in those days.

He bowed his head and smiled at Rosalind and Kathy. “Nice to meet you, madam. I’m Luca Russo. Please call me Luca.” Rosalind smiled and nodded. “Nice to meet you too, Luca. I’m Rosalind Miller. You can call me Rosalind.” Luca shook his head. “I can’t do that because you are my boss’s fiancee.” “I’m not his fiancee yet,” Rosalind protested. “You will be soon.” Luca grinned until his eyes shaped a crescent. “I know my boss well enough, Miss Miller.”