Novel & Cerita Rosalina Luigi

“Honestly, this is ridiculous. Rosie, are you really letting this man talk to you like this? You’re getting married today- to Duke Sallow, your childhood sweetheart, of all people. You should have him thrown out already.” Looking at her cousin's mad eyes, Rose ignored her with no words. But Lisa’s thoughts, however, screamed louder. 'She’s entertaining him. Unbelievable. The perfect little fiancée flirting with a stranger. Whore. Do you think I will be begging you to marry Duke if he wasn't just another tool?! When did you even get this annoying?!' The word hit her like a slap. Rose's jaw clenched, but she didn’t react. Not to Lisa. Not yet.

Papa Lucas scoffed, his tone laced with unmistakable mockery. Papa Arturo's eyes flashed dangerously. "You know perfectly well what the logical reason behind my marriage to Rosalina was at the time, Lucas!" "Reasons, always reasons. Are you seriously telling me that living under the same roof and sharing the same bed, you never once laid a hand on her back then? Give me a break," Papa Lucas taunted again, pouring fresh fuel onto the already blazing fire of his old friend's temper.

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.

Suddenly nicholas took hold of my wrist start dragging me towards his car I tried to remove his hand but his grip tighten. After reaching a high end restaurant we meet Mr.brown whose company we need. Mr.brown eyed from me from head to toe, I felt uncomfortable then he greeted Nicholas and then me "what a beautiful lady you have nicholas as a P.A. , what's your name beautiful?" Mr. Brown aksed "Rosaliya" i said then he kissed the back of my hand I felt disgusted. Suddenly nicholas snaked his arm around my waist pulled me to him. His body was rigid and tense with clenched jaw as if he wants to punch something. Nicholas stark:

She took it and inhaled their sweet scent before thanking him for bringing the roses to her. Anyone seeing them together would have assumed that they were the happiest couple in the world. “Thank you, my love. I really appreciate these roses,” Evelina said and Adrian's smile grew wider. But just as quickly as the smile had appeared on her face, it disappeared. Evelina quickly reminded herself that this was all an act. The two of them were only putting on a show in front of Rosalina, and their marriage was far from a perfect one. Just at that moment, Rosalina cleared her throat, reminding both Evelina and Adrian that there was another person in the kitchen besides them.

"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.

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