Rosa Kane 소설 & 이야기

she smiled but she wasn’t looking at Rain, she was looking at Alexander. “I’ll lead the way,” the woman even had deep dimples in her cheek when she smiled, she also looked like she knew the kind of effect she had on the people around her. “I’m Rosa Valentine,” she said even though no one fucking asked her for her name. “I’m the manager, the second I heard that you were having a meeting in our humble establishment, I took it upon myself to welcome you personally and see to it that everything will be to your liking,” Great, she was also an ass kisser.

"My husband walks about freely, lavishing my fortune, with his mistress by his side, while I am condemned to spend the rest of my life in an island prison for his death. If this is my fate, I will fight it until my last breath."~~~ MARIANNE Betrayed by the ones she trusted most, Marianne finds herself convicted for a crime she did not commit. In a desperate attempt to change her new reality, she ends up at the brink of death but gets a second chance in Troy; An unusually sexy billionaire willing to place the world at her feet. Marianne swears she is done with men and love, and her life's goal is revenge against those who wronged her. But why does her heart race uncontrollably a

SEQUEL TO MY LITTLE SUNSHINE On the same day I got married, I learned a heartbreaking truth; I was merely a substitute; a stand-in bride for my husband's beloved. My dreams and feelings didn't matter to anyone but me. In the eyes of the public, I was his wife but at home, I had to live as a furniture and a prisoner. Refusing to live such a miserable life, I ran, faster than I had ever done in my entire life, but then, I found myself walking on thin ice. I was on the brink of a precipice when someone reached out his hand and gave me a lifeline. He was Reign Fletcher, and he became my everything.~~~~CORA She bumped into my life unexpectedly, and suddenly, what

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

"Not just assets and revenues, but lives and livelihoods. The responsibility is enormous, and I do not take it lightly." An older woman shuffling by paused, looking at the screen then at Rose's white-knuckled grip on her chair. "You okay there, honey?" Rose didn't answer, her eyes never leaving the television. "She looks important," the woman persisted, nodding toward Camille. "Someone famous?" "She's nobody," Rose snapped, the words burning her throat. "A fake. A placeholder. Victoria Kane's pet project." The woman squinted at the screen, then at Rose, taking in her hollow cheeks and burning eyes. Recognition dawned slowly. "Wait, isn't that...."

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

He thinks he can replace me with that fat, disgusting woman? I stop pacing, my eyes narrowing as I think of Rose. She's not even pretty. What could she possibly offer Roman? Why is he so obsessed with her? Does she satisfy him better in bed than I do? For Pete's sake, that woman is barren. Roman's made a big mistake. He thinks he has won, but I'll show him. I'll show him what it means to cross Sia. Just then, I hear the door open behind me. I turn to see Kane walking in, a carefree look on his face. "Hi, beautiful. What's up?" he asks, closing the door behind him.

“That’s you Mrs Kane. Directing the kidnapping and murder of Flora. Ordering the theft of her newborn son. We have the disk from the Kane family vault. We have matching hospital timestamps. We have witness statements from the two men you hired—one of them flipped last week.” Rosa’s laughter died abruptly. She lunged forward yanking at the cuffs so hard the table rattled. “I did it!” she screamed the words ripping out of her like they’d been caged too long. “And so what?! I did it because that bitch thought she was better than me! She thought she could waltz in take David take everything while I stayed on the sidelines like some charity case! She was going overboard she was going to ruin ever

Daniel Knight lives for two things — running his empire and watching Sexy Red burn up the stage. The mysterious, red-haired dancer is all he wants… and all he can’t have. The last thing he expects? His mother shoving him into an arranged marriage with Kelly Thompson… the plain, boring, mole-faced “ugly duckling” he insulted without a second thought. He hates her. She hates him more. “Marry you? Not in this lifetime,” he sneers. “Right back at you,” she fires back. But when the wedding ring is on, Danny still can’t get Sexy Red out of his head... until one night, he rips off her disguise and realizes the woman he’s been craving is the wife he swore to make miserable.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.