Mario X Rosalina Novels & Stories

I walked inside and saw that he and Lynda are sitting at the coach conversing with each other animatedly while I stood by the door not wanting to be seen as I can't help but admire both of them and their love for each other. Lynda spotted me and dragged me to sit with them. Which I couldn't deny. "Did you have your dinner, my Rosa?" Mario questioned, caressing my hand that is holding his fragile one. "Yes, I did. Did you have yours?" I lied, looking away not wanting to get caught. Mario however put his hand on my chin making me look at him, but I don't want to look at him as my heart breaks every time I look at his face. He looks so thin and fragile as if he would break any moment.

"Does she look familiar?" "Oh, yes, yes!" Madrigal responded, his face beaming with smiles. "She's the... She's the... Oh, sorry I didn't catch your name. What was it again?" "I told you to leave!" Rosana managed to speak, ignoring the panic that sliced through her. She couldn't even look at Sergio. She was too frightened to. "And I did. But he brought me back to this wonderful place" He answered and sprawled his arms happily. "Damn, you look as beautiful and sexy as ever"

Roseline Palmer: Roseline Palmer is a determined and ambitious young woman with expressive hazel eyes. Her long and graceful Chestnut hair, adding to her approachable charm. Standing at an average height of 5"8, she exudes confidence and resilience. She normally dresses like a smart secretary during work and casual baggy clothing in her private hours. She loves fruits and dislikes excessive wastage of good food, she's the submissive type and extremely daring when angered. Roseline's POV

His other free hand reached out toward Rosalina’s white mare, ready to guide her gently to the ground. Rosalina shook her head with a smile before mounting off on her own. She then proceeded to stand next to Garry. "It's okay. I want to take care of him myself," she said, referring to her white horse. She took steps forward, intentionally brushing her shoulder against Garry's as she walked past him to the inside of the stable, leaving the latter's heart pulsating at the slight touch. Not to mention the enchanting smile the princess just gave him.

He arrived at the villa and the servants give him respect as he walks from outside. "Does Raina arrive?" he asked Rosie "Who master?" Rosie answered lowering her head as a sign of respect. For your info, Rosie got no idea that her boss and Raina are already married. "The girl I was with yesterday, is she home?" Xavier said. "Oh! She's not here yet master... I thought she already go home, that bitch!" Rosie replied without hesitation. Xavier on the other hand just looks at the maid in front of him. This woman had no idea how she talks so rude and disrespectfully to his wife but he chose to be silent for now. He wants to see how her little wife deals with her. This marriage is beginning to be

Mario interrupts her by putting one of her fingers on her lip. “Things are different with you little ones, you are spectacular and when I met you I had no idea that you were in a relationship with him, as far as I understood he had a wife and a daughter, both of whom died, so your journey through life was so short and basic, that no one knew of your presence” Mario's arrogance was already bothering her, however she had to stay comfortable to find out what she wanted.

Her fist clenched in anger as tears streamed from her eye. Celine bent down towards her eye and whispered. “If you call me Celine again, I mean one more time. You won’t only not get to see your whole bloody family in this realm. But On the other. I promise you,” Celine muttered. Rosa didn’t respond but she just stood there. “It’s Maria,” she gave a wicked grin. “Alright?” She looked at her with a raised brow, Rosa nodded frantically. She knew what Celine was capable of. She was a psycho.

“That I’d ever… want this. A wife… something more than just revenge.” Rosalina smiled. “Perhaps it is enough fighting for now,” she says. “Maybe it’s time to build something else instead.” He slowly shut the lid and slid the box into his coat pocket. “I’ll give it to her,” he promised. “And I’ll make sure she knows what it means.” Rosalina leaned back with a satisfied smile, sipping her wine again. “Good. Now go save Romero from the aunties. I think they’ve trapped him in the pantry.”

And God help me… looking more beautiful than any woman had the right to look. Rosalinda Amato. My Rosa. Her eyes widened when she saw me. Shocked. Hurt. Angry. All at once. “Vicenzo…” Her voice was tight. Breathless. I didn’t let her speak. I grabbed her. Pulled her close. And crushed my mouth down on hers. Her hands pressed against my chest but she didn’t push me away. Dio. The taste of her. Sweet. Sharp. Mine. Always mine. I pulled back just a little, my forehead pressed to hers.

“That was weak, choose me! I will ensure that no one harms a hair on your head again! You won’t be anyone’s toy under my watch. I will treat you right and make you my wife. You deserve the world, mamacita.” Before they could catch their breath, Vincenzo cut through with a wave, “No, you should pick me. If you choose me, I will give you one thing she truly desires—I will give you your little friend back. I will give her freedom, so who is it going to be? Senorita?” Rosita stood at the center, glancing between the four dons, lost in thought. All eyes shifted to Deangelo, who remained resolutely silent, not attempting to woo her.