Rosalina Luigi Novels & Stories

he asked and they presented it to him and Xavier took it "I, Xavier De Luca Romano take thee Riley Amore De La Rosa Greene to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and I pledge thee my faith to you, "Xavier said placing the wedding band on my finger

'She was not fragile like a flower. She was fragile like a bomb.' ———♤♤♤——— "Are you sure about this, honey?" Liliana Romano asked Bella as her eyes became glassy with tears threatening to spill, her husband holding her tightly by the waist. It was only natural for them to feel down, they were after all sending their only daughter to America. Bella was already twenty years old, she was old enough to make decisions of her own. The two can only support her as she tries to accomplish her goal: taking down the Sicilian Mafia.

My fists balled up immediately. "You're right, Luna. The only problem is..." I started, turning towards Mason. "Alex, please! Don't." Mason whispered. "The only problem is, is that he IS my mate. And he cheated on me with Jacy! She marked him while they were having sex!" Luna looked at Mason with fire in her eyes. Her eyes glazed over, and I could only assume she was mind-linking Alpha Brian. "WHAT DID YOU DO MASON!" Luna screamed at him. Mason hung his head down once again.

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

“But it doesn’t change the fact that it’s true.” I swallowed hard, and then turned to meet his gaze. “Fair warning: flattery won’t make me like you, Luca.” “I don’t need you to like me, Ariadne.” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes burning into me. “I just need you to be my wife.” Something about the way he said it sent a ripple of something dangerous through me. And as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew I was in trouble. Because Luca Russo wasn’t just an arrogant billionaire.

Rosalina. To be continued…

“It’s alright, mother. Rosy told me a lot about you, father. She admires you a lot. She told me to learn from you and be principled like you.” Asteria smiled as she walked toward him. Anthony rubbed her forehead, “Who is Rosy?”. Asteria was surprised as she replied, “Rosaline Dayne.” Anthony’s face relaxed. “You mean Lina. I had forgotten she is - Rosy to her friends. She is a good girl. A perfect match for our Liam.” Asteria nodded, “They look good together. Will looks like a normal person only in front of her.” Anthony led her to the couch, “How do you know them?”

With us being the meat of the evening, I would’ve given anything to not be alone. He walked across the room to the blonde sitting all alone in one corner of the room. I immediately recognised her. Anybody would. Rosaline Guerra was known for being the beauty of Cosa Nostra, with golden hair, fair skin, sharp features and height. Rosaline had something off about her. I’d seen her in other parties before, but she had never looked this . . . upset. I used to envy her for the freedom she had that none of us did. But even that freedom had ended, since everyone expected her to say yes to marrying Terenzio De Vitto. Maybe that was the reason behind her sadness.

When she finally climbed down from the strong wave, she collapsed on his body. "Happy birthday, Amore mio!" Sergio smirked, licking up the juices from his fingers. Some minutes later, Enzo returned and Rosana went back to her seat. She couldn't believe what had just happened and kept looking around but no one seemed to have seen anything. Thank God, she muttered under her breath. "Where is Lucretia?" Rosana asked no one in particular. "I didn't see her," Enzo replied and sipped his wine. He could feel Sergio smirking and tried to avoid his gaze at all costs.