Novel & Cerita Luigi Rosalina

Rosalina tried not to stammer, while I read the expression on her face and it seemed as if she was sure that Gin was murdered just as how the corps had reported it, unlike Mr and Mrs Stone who still doubt their daughter was murdered, even though they seemed to have slight hope that the picture and video weren't true. "Tell me." I moved intimidatingly towards Rosa who seemed to have started fearing me at the moment. Well, I'm my father's daughter. "What do you know about Sullivan," I demanded. "I---" She stuttered along with some Sicilian words coming from her mouth which I didn't care to know the meaning of. "Sullivan is a mafia boss huh?" I asked with a little hope that she would prove me r

Not even close. A slow, hazy smile curls my lips. “You’re so red,” he remarks, chuckling. “I think a dance would be better than another drink, Ms…?” “Rosalina,” I murmur, my voice distant, lost in the haze. I don’t glance up. I don’t need to. But I feel him. Leonardo. His presence coils around me, dark and suffocating, like a silent storm ready to strike. He’s watching. He hasn’t looked away.

Lady Lucia breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that her mistress would be safe for a little while. Lady Rosalina healed up and by the third day of Tor being gone was sitting in her sitting room and finally was able to wear a real gown. She was sitting in a chair sewing with Lady Lucia. Lady Rosalina was a little relaxed and in less pain than she had been. Lady Lucia was happy to see her mistress was able to sit up in her chair and dress. But the happiness was short-lived. Right after the evening meal, Tor entered Lady Rosalina’s chambers. He approached his wife, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up. She dropped her sewing and tried to pull away from him. He gripped her wrist tighter an

“Because I know what’s expected of me. Moreover, for once, I did not want to follow those expectations and be who the fuck I truly am. For once, I’m trying not to be a coward.” *** ROSALINE Cara De Luca did not like me. She had probably thought I was a whore Luciano had hired for the week or something. Luciano was expected to keep the tabloids clean of his sexcapades because of his upcoming marriage with Fabiola, and here he was, fucking a woman no one knew. My eyes connected to Lys’s blue ones, and I noticed the similarities she had with Luciano. Her pink lips, square face and azure eyes were exactly alike, which now I knew were from their mother. Only Lys had strawberry blonde hair.

Those eyes felt like they could see right through me, and I had to look away. “Sit,” he said in a low and rough tone. I hesitated before slowly stepping forward, keeping my head lowered, and sat in the chair he pointed at. “I… I need help,” I whispered, “Please.” He didn’t move. “what is your name?” He questioned. “My name is Rosalina, sir” I answered. “The men chasing you. Who do you say they are again?” “They said they are the Cruzi Mafia “. I informed him. “And why would they chase you?” He calmly asked but with a sound tone.

With us being the meat of the evening, I would’ve given anything to not be alone. He walked across the room to the blonde sitting all alone in one corner of the room. I immediately recognised her. Anybody would. Rosaline Guerra was known for being the beauty of Cosa Nostra, with golden hair, fair skin, sharp features and height. Rosaline had something off about her. I’d seen her in other parties before, but she had never looked this . . . upset. I used to envy her for the freedom she had that none of us did. But even that freedom had ended, since everyone expected her to say yes to marrying Terenzio De Vitto. Maybe that was the reason behind her sadness.

was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian.

Isabella came out of the kitchen and noticed Mr. Rossi was sitting on the head chair while Mrs. Rossi was sitting beside her and another person was sitting opposite Mrs. Rossi whose back was facing her. She could easily guess who the person is, but she didn’t care and walked forward. When Mrs. Rossi noticed her she was getting up from her chair excitedly but Mr. Rossi glared at her, and she sat back in her place. Leonardo didn’t know what was happening, so he was busy on his phone like always.

Right then, the doors of the casino burst open. Cesar strode in wearing a black suit, followed by more than a dozen armed enforcers. I had to admit, he was exactly my type. The moment Liliana saw him, she burst into tears and threw herself into his arms. "Mr. Romano! You're finally here! This woman came to stir up chaos. She cheated and even injured our people!" Cesar's gaze fell on me. I straightened up and met his eyes. "Cesar, I'm Victoria Corsini, your fiancee."

“You’ll clean. You don’t speak unless spoken to. And never touch anything that glows, clicks, or looks more expensive than your life. Understand?” Inés nodded. She understood more than the woman could guess. Because she wasn’t just here to clean. She was here to find out who set the fire that killed her family. And every clue pointed to the Delgado Mafia. *** She’d barely changed into the uniform when it happened. She turned a corner carrying a tray of drinks and slammed right into a wall of muscle. The tray clattered to the floor. “You’ve got two seconds to explain why you’re soaking my shirt,” a voice snapped above her, low and cold.