Novel & Cerita Rosalina Luigi

Their eyes swept over me as if I were nothing more than a moving object, but Leonardo looked different. He leaned on the balcony railing, holding a cigarette between his fingers. The moonlight cast sharp shadows across his face. His golden-brown eyes met mine effortlessly. "What's your name?" "I'm Isabella Hartwell," I replied. "You're human?" he asked. "Yes." He smiled faintly and said no more. Later, I learned that he had just broken up with a young woman from a noble wolf family that night. To be precise, he had ended it himself. She had caused a scene, throwing her glass across the banquet in public embarrassment.

The moment the door shut, Finn hurried over and crouched in front of me, his face twisted with a desperation and manipulation I'd never seen before. "Rosaline, help me this once." He clutched my shoulders, his voice dropping to a frantic whisper. "When he comes in, just say you're willing. I swear I won't scorn you after this, and I promise I'll treat you well." I stared at him, feeling like my throat was clogged with something I couldn't swallow. "Don't play dumb with us!" Connie hissed and leaned in close. Her nails dug into my arm. "If we go down, you're not getting away, either! Finn is your boyfriend. It's only right that you sacrifice yourself for him!"

“Tell me why I shouldn’t end you right now, Rosalinda. This is about everything you’ve taken from me. Enzo was mine.” Her brow furrowed. “He was never yours.” “Liar!” I screamed. “He was with me. We were going to get married. You ran. You left. He was mine again!” “And yet, here I am,” she said softly. “And here you are. Pointing a gun at someone who used to be your friend.” “You were never my friend.” “Yes, I was,” Rosa said. “And I never meant for things to happen the way they did. But don’t lie to yourself, Bianca. You never really loved Enzo. You just loved the idea of being the Don’s wife.”

"And God knows my words are true!" Rose sat silently, her head lowered in sorrow. Matteo’s words had torn her apart. The bitter truth was that both she and Romilda had given their most precious crown to Matteo. Now, Rose’s heart was shattered, filled with guilt, deception, and despair. When Romilda returned, she would be the one sharing a life with Matteo. Rose would never be the one in his eyes—only Romilda. Rose was doomed to remain in Romilda's shadow. “Romilda!” Letty snapped.

"Nothing. She just said I was late and handed me the envelope. Then she walked away." "Go to your room." Sergio commanded but Rosy stood her ground. "I'm not going anywhere. Not till you tell the truth about Luca. I demand to know." Sergio kept quiet. "Please, tell me. I need to know." Rosy pleaded. "You owe me that much." Sergio regarded her quietly then sighed resignedly. “What do you want to know?” “Why did Luca want to get married to me?” Rosy forced herself to ask. Even though she already came to accept that he never loved her, she was still scared to hear Sergio’s response.

"Mr. Carlotta, isn't Rosanna the woman you love more than anything? Are you really going to accept the family's marriage proposal and marry a Donna you don't even love?" "I don't have enough influence right now and desperately need the Rossi family's help. Once I've obtained that last piece of territory and truly become the Don, I'll make sure to give Rosanna and Mario what they're due." Stopping at the door, I peeked through a crack and spotted Luciano in the room, along with his second in command, Stefano Moretta. "If Ms. Rosanna were to find out that you lied to her, she would definitely leave!"

Rose ''Are you sure?'' Elis asks. I turn to look at him, seeing that we're actually eyeing Elia from afar. He has a smirk on his face while an unknown woman is currently sitting beside him—her dress splits nicely, showing off her long legs as she soothingly rub onto Elia's back. My heart aches at the way she touches him because that should be me instead of her. ''No,'' I mutter under my breath. ''I know I rarely say this but Rose, go and get your man back. Show him who's boss.'' He says, gripping onto my shoulders and making me smile immediately before I push the door open, entering the restaurant—an exclusive restaurant with hanging chandeliers and dim lights on the walls.

By the time she dared to wait years for him to be friends with him, Louis was another girl's boyfriend. Unlike Rosabella, Pearl is Louis' junior in college. Famous for her sweet and gentle appearance, her smile was pure, and her eyes glistened, she met Pearl once, and he captured Louis’ heart. Of course, Rosabella is not an idiot. How can she not know the bitter truth? Just what else can she do? This love is all for him, but his heart isn't there. Is there anything else Rosabella can do besides quietly endure being with him, looking at him like a regular friend for a long time?

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.