Mario Rosalina Novels & Stories

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!

"He will be fine." "I think Leo is getting a little lovesick," Carlo said, veering the car to the left turn. His eyes were on the road, but his mind was filled up with amusement of some sort. "I think it's the Russo girl. The one called Rose or something." The Russo girl? Enzo didn't really remember all their names... "Rosalina?" "Yes. Rosalina. That one has Leo by the balls." Carlo scoffed. If Leo had messed around with some other girl, Enzo wouldn't care to meddle. But this one was a Russo. Lily's cousin and Matteo's granddaughter, which made her completely off-limits for Leonardo unless he was really serious about her.

Of course, I do. My expression seemed to have given him a reply because the next he said was, "Then, to keep my end of the deal, you have to keep yours. Do we have a deal?" 'What's there to lose? Do you even have a place to go after the revenge?' "Deal," I mumbled. ••• "Good Morning, ma'am. I'm Rosaline but Rosa for short. I'll be helping with your bath this morning." "Hi. Rosa." I greeted cautiously. She was dressed in her black and white maid's uniform.

“isn’t that too-“ Martelli cleared his throat, so that she stopped her sentence half way. “Well, we will need something more assuring.” Rosaline said. She was bent on making her point in any way possible. “Something like?” Martelli shifted his focus to Rosaline as he asked. Rosaline mouthed as if trying to say something, and then became calm. Martelli was obviously holding himself back from exploding. You could see it in his eyes when he glanced at Rosaline that he was not a fan of hers.

Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses. Damn it, her feelings were just all over the fucking place today. The room was as large as a fucking hotel room, a wide table in between two leather sofas. “She’s got nice ass,” Romeo said as he plopped down at the edge of the chair and relaxed into it. Luigi joined him, both of them acting like they were on a vacation. “Sergio’s late,” Enzo said, his eyes on the empty sofa where Mr. Mendes was supposed to seat.

“With this body? Oh definitely not. You’re joining.” She says when she finally lets me pull out of the embrace. What is it with people holding onto me so long today? “I’m sorry, who are you?” I ask in confusion while she goes through her phone with some sort of urgency. “My bad. I’m Rosalina Torres. Santi’s wife.” “Oh. Um… nice party ma’am.” I say quickly. She smiles widely. “Thank you sweetheart. It was all my lovely husband.” I nod. “Flattered that you would want me at your pool party but I…”

MATTEO I has panicked when I saw Rosa struggling with someone in the garden. I came out for fresh air and luckily I was able to save her from being kidnapped I didn't hesitate to shit the bastard when I saw her go limp in his arms. Nobody can touch what's mine and go free. I brought her inside, informing Theo to take care of the dead man's body. It's a good thing Rosa had just passed out, it would take few minutes before she gains consciousness again

“A marriage into royalty. Do you understand what this means? No family, no rival, will dare touch us. You will inherit not just an empire of power, but a crown of legitimacy. ” Jason exhaled smoke from his cigarette, his tone flat. “So I’m to marry a doll wrapped in ” roses. Antonio shot him a sharp look. “She is more than that. She is leverage. She is power. Don’t underestimate what she brings. And don’t fail me, Jason. ” Jason’s lips curved into a bitter smirk.

Rosalie wasn’t wearing heels now; she had a pair of white converse sneakers on with a pair of bright pink overalls. It was comical because his wife was 5 foot nothing and Selena was 5’11. “I could speak to the chef who cooks our meals about adding something for you. But I’m sure what your preferences are…” Rosalie extended an invitation yet to Roman’s ears it sounded like she was telling Selena to fuck off.

“My name is Rosalina Fabrizio. If you’re seeing this, it means I failed to dismantle the operation from within.” A pause. “And someone close to me betrayed me.” Talana stopped breathing. “Pablo?” she whispered. Onscreen, Rosalina looked over her shoulder. “It’s Pablo. He made a deal with De Marco and Donatello covering up his gambling addiction. They sold girls, children, in exchange for land, weapons, influence. I was going to expose them. Now I think they know.” Rosalina stepped closer to the camera. “If my daughter ever finds this… Talana, you were always the light in my darkness. Don’t let them win.”