Rosalina Luigi Novels & Stories

“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.

"He will be fine." "I think Leo is getting a little lovesick," Carlo said, veering the car to the left turn. His eyes were on the road, but his mind was filled up with amusement of some sort. "I think it's the Russo girl. The one called Rose or something." The Russo girl? Enzo didn't really remember all their names... "Rosalina?" "Yes. Rosalina. That one has Leo by the balls." Carlo scoffed. If Leo had messed around with some other girl, Enzo wouldn't care to meddle. But this one was a Russo. Lily's cousin and Matteo's granddaughter, which made her completely off-limits for Leonardo unless he was really serious about her.

He asked a maid that was passing by. “She's in the dining hall, sir.” Luigi dismissed her, and fixed his appearance, before heading in the direction of the dining hall. He walked inside, and there she was. Olivia. His cousin’s porcelain bride. His new obsession wrapped in silk and sadness. She was staring blankly at the food that was set before her. So deep was she in her thoughts that she did not even notice his presence. Luigi walked in with confidence and practiced charm, but beneath the surface, desire slithered like a serpent. He planned to get close to her in the guise of a trusted friend, then take things from there.

Rosalina asked emphasizing each word "Cause he wants to sort things out with you Rosalina ..." Mae answered "Sort what out?" Rosalina asked giving an amused expression. "He still loves you Rosalina " Tristan answered "Love? Me?" Rosalina asked sarcastically and then laughed "You call this love?" Rosalina said pulling her t-shirt showing the scars on her neck and hands "Tell me you call this love!? Then tell, who the fucking hell treats the one they love this way?!" She said loudly

"Go and marry that King Judas. Just crawl to him and spread your legs for him, just like your brother has told you. Just—" A hard slap cut off Garry's word from a small trembling hand, causing Garry's face to turn to the side. Before he could even turn back to face the one who slapped him, Rosalina said, "Yes, I'll marry King Judas. I'll go and tell him to bring me to his kingdom tomorrow. You don't have to tell me. I hate you, Garry! I don't want to see your face anymore. I'll never come back to this kingdom ever again!" Tears rolled down her pale cheeks as she glared at Garry one last time before running off. "Likewise, my princess," murmured Garry, stroking his red cheek and turning back

Where a scene was playing on it. Where I saw at first Ziven was so nice to Rosaline and how happy they were with each other. But it was all his drama while behind her back he used to go to his lover. After sometime Rosaline got pregnant but Trinity mixed some medicine into her food which led her to have a miscarriage. The poison was so lethal that it damaged her uterus. The doctor strongly suggested that she not get pregnant in the future because it will risk her life.

And who was Krisdana? Lucien's tears flowed freely, his voice barely audible. "I...I don't know what you're talking about, Rosaline." Rosaline's laughter was cold, mirthless. "Don't lie to me, Lucien. I've seen the way you look at her." Camilla tried again, "Rosaline, stop. This isn't solving anything." Rosaline's gaze turned icy. "You don't understand, Camilla. This is about loyalty. Family loyalty."

her eyes moved to Dairo, whose gaze didn't shift from them. “Do I say, Mrs Cinammone eyes.” Lina gawked at Rosealba for a fleeting second, rolling her eyes off. Rosealba’s lips twitched. She dropped her glass cup on the table, and poured some wine into her glass cup. “Save the blame for your brother, Lina. He exhibits the best of attitude and served the best cock I have ever had.” “Not like you have had any.” Rosealba shut her a death glare in the face of a mock offense.

What was she really trying to ask? "I mean you look exactly like my son's ex-mate, and if you are not serious about being with him, can you stop being around him? It's affecting his life. He needs to get married and find himself a queen by his side that can rule with him." Rosaline said, more clearly this time. "By queen, you mean Laila, right?" Victoria asked, looking over Rosaline's shoulder at Laila, who was hiding behind the pillar at some distance while her body positioned in such a manner that clearly indicated that she was eavesdropping on their conversation.

Without looking out, she was never going to find that out. “Yes, darling! We know who the groom is. That’s why we are here. We want to show Dia Lucrii that they won this town; we do. Come on, corporate. We are just teaching you how to pleasure your man better. We will leave everything intact; we just want to have some fun. I have never fucked someone’s bride,” goon 2 winked at her. “Do you even know who I am?” yelled Rose. Tears had now started streaming down her face. “I am the Woolridge Princess!”