Luigi Rosalina Novels & Stories

And time stopped. There she was. Rosalinda. She was smiling across a dinner table, her eyes bright, her hand caught in his hands. Don Salvatore de Luca. My blood turned to ice, then quickly to fire. There was another photo, this one taken outside a building. Close to Salvatore’s car. In it, Rosa was walking toward it, her daughter pulling back from him in a way that almost made me smile. I crushed the photo in my hand angrily. “Where did these come from?” I said, my voice barely holding together.

And Flavio would never kill Giovanni, Riccardo was there to stop him. "We are not your slaves, we are an independent mafia family, you wouldn't decide anything for us. We can make our own decisions," Rosalina hissed who was sitting silently the whole time. She was burning in rage that He didn't even glance at her. She was far more beautiful than his wife and Cara who He glanced at twice at this table. She wanted to have him just once before she married Killian. He had insulted her and now she didn't want anything more than to ruin his married life with that waitress before settling forever with Killian and mocking Aaron for his ruined marriage.

My back straightened as I tried to scurry away but he pulled me right back in. Before anybody could say anything Rosa spoke in her sweetly sick honey voice, "It wasn't like that. She was just telling us about her experience in Giannini Cor…" She tried to play the role of a good friend hiding the mistake of her dear friend in a way it was obvious. Before she could end her speech Luca cut her off, "Aren't you the Ginori's girl?" Rosa's eyes sparkled at being recognized and she immediately put on her best smile and continued in a shy manner, "Ye-Yes, I am Rosabella. We met in…"

Every detail seemed to confirm my suspicions about Damien, revealing him to be even more unscrupulous than I’d thought. I finally lifted my gaze from the files, locking eyes with Rosaline. She met my gaze with an expressionless stare. My mind raced. “Rosaline...” I murmured, her name barely audible, trying to memorize the name that had granted me such favor. “Why? Why help me to ruin the man you once loved?” was all I could muster.

Many of our guests tonight aren’t too big a fan of me or Diego for that matter but they put it aside for their business with Lorenzo and Marcel. And the other reason being that she simply wouldn’t want me too. as much as I hated it, she had broken up with me so my plan for tonight was to watch from a distance, and have Rocco be at her side. He was hired specifically for Maria. he was the best I have ever seen, he had intelligence, strength and he was quick. And that was perfect for her protection. “Angels are incoming” I snapped my head up at Diego’s words with eagerness to catch site of Maria.

he said, his voice steady, though the words felt like they might falter. Silvio turned slowly, his sharp blue eyes locking unto Damian’s. He stubbed out his cigarette on a small dish beside him "What have you found?" Damian walked forward and handed him the envelope "She isn't Rosa, Don. She's Jia Ottavio, married to Enzo Ottavio" Silvio's jaw clenched, his hand curled into a fist, but his expression remained cool, almost detached. He opened the envelope and scanned the papers quickly. Damian's voice cut through the silence again.

However, just as I was about to drive back, I noticed someone standing beside my car. When I walked closer, I realized—it was Kelvin. His wolf snarled in fury the moment I approached. "Ella, what did you say to my mother? Don't even dream I'll change my mind. I've already marked Amanda. Go check her neck if you don't believe me," he snapped, his tone cold and cutting. "I've said it before: there's only one Luna—and that title belongs to her." As he spoke, Amanda appeared behind him, her smile bursting like fireworks in the air.