Poor Man's Rose Novels & Stories

When she asked for help, the man always said he was busy or didn't understand. However, even so, Rose never hated him. She was grateful enough, the occasional time Jack accompanied Romeo. The man had also once made a small delinquent who wanted to steal in her shop run scared. "I don't have enough money to pay for all your losses." Rose crumpled the document in her hand. "Then what do you want? Run away from responsibility?" The screams from the man who claimed to have a weak heart, made some people who initially felt sorry for him, turn to look at Rose ruthlessly.

Rose frowned at this. "Really?" Dalia nodded. "Hm, who knows, Nerissa's good at gardening." Dalia grimaced on Rose' response. "Well, I just really hope that Nerissa does not end up making Madam Cynthia disappointed. If ever she did something stupid, for sure all the birds at the garden will fly away." Rose chuckle at Dalia. "Uhm, you are not wrong there, Dalia. You know how Madam love those roses, since it's really expensive and hard to find, and more than that, those rose are from Señor Antonio. She always delicately puring and nurturing them."

There was a trace of puzzlement in her eyes as she looked at Fabian, who hadn't been back for very long. Fabian's smile grew even brighter, yet it appeared all the more hideous and grotesque. "Yup." Yvonne walked closer to the sea of roses. I could tell she liked it very much, but there was something strange about her expression. "How did the roses here grow so well?" Yvonne murmured, gently stroking the rose blossoms. "Of course they're blooming beautifully. Yvonne, I know who you hate the most, so I turned him into fertilizer to nourish these roses."

I was utterly exhausted, yearning for some sleep. Looking out of the skylight, I was met with a vast, colorful sea of roses. The rose garden extended as far as the eye could see, spreading until it reached the horizon. Giselle informed me that Sebastian had employed over a hundred skilled gardeners to cultivate this garden, featuring rose varieties like Juliet roses, Louis XIV roses, Green Lemon roses, Rhodes roses, Pink Countess Eva roses, and many more superior breeds. The tower's top provided the best viewpoint for appreciating the rose garden.

Rose left and Simone turned back to his work. On the first floor, Russell is standing near his room's open window while gazing at the lawn filled with Roses. There is not a place in this mansion where you wouldn't find Roses. Kairo is so obsessed with his wife, that he plants all kinds and colors of Roses around the mansion in memory of his wife who was not with him at that time. Even Russell used to feel at peace when he looked at the blooming Roses. But today, his mind and heart are in turmoil. He learned that the girl he likes so much is the daughter of the man whom he despises to his core. And he also found out that Rose cannot have children of her own. It's only Samuel.

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

Allen's face turned pale as I tore into him, yet he persisted with a pained expression, "Is there really no hope for us?" I laughed. "Do you think you're even remotely competitive? The entertainment industry is full of handsome guys. You have no chance compared to them. Why would I want you?" He froze, clearly not expecting me to be so blunt. "Rosie, am I just replaceable to you? Does it not matter who becomes your fiance?" I shook my head. "Of course not. Only someone with good character, good looks, and wealth has a chance of standing beside me. Sadly, you don't tick any of those boxes."

I whispered to keep us sane. “Do you know why I named you Roses?” I asked her, though my lips cracked with thirst. “Because even in blood and thorns, roses bloom. You will bloom, my little one. Even if I wither.” I vowed with voice cracking. We walked until the night gave way to dawn, a pale smear of light clawing at the sky.

The villainess. The plot of *The Prince's Rose* crashed over her. Prince Alexander, the golden-haired, stoic heir, destined to fall for Sophia Bellweather, the kind-hearted, orphaned daughter of a minor baron. And Lady Vivian? The Duke’s spoiled, ruthless daughter, obsessed with Alexander, engaged to him through political maneuvering. She would stop at nothing to eliminate Sophia – slander, sabotage, even attempted murder. Her actions would ultimately lead to her public disgrace, her engagement broken, her family ruined, and her exile to a desolate convent… before a mysterious, fatal "accident" befell her carriage on the journey. The readers had cheered at her downfall.

She held her arm, eyes instantly red with tears as she stared at me in disbelief. "Rosa, you..." "How dare you hurt her!" Carlo roared. He immediately grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall. The back of my head hit the wall so hard that my vision almost went black from the pain. All I could hear was him roaring in rage. "Touch her again, and I'll throw you into the basement! You're just a filthy street rat from the slums! Even the air smells disgusting when a lowlife like you is around!"