Novel & Cerita Rosalina Luigi

But I quickly pushed it aside, knowing that I needed to stay focused on my plan. He’s hurting, but im hurtig even more. Everything that is supposed to be mine, Ariel has them. And then there’s Juliet, standing there, guarding Ariel and Xavier like a loyal pup. My eyes lit up, as I thought of a plan. Juilet. I could use Juliet as bait to broker a deal with Ariel. She adored Juliet a lot and she would do anything as long as it would protect Juliet. That was how much Juliet meant to her. "I'm sorry, Roseline," he said quietly. "I don't mean to bother you. It's just that I can't stand the thought of Ariel and Xavier being together. I need your help, please."

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.

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

“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.

And standing right in the center of the ruins, under the broken crystal chandelier, is Rosalina. She is still wearing her white lace wedding gown, but the dress is stained with bright, fresh streaks of red blood. Her beautiful brown eyes are wide with terror, staring straight at me as three shadow figures—men with no faces, wearing the suits of the Mafia Council—step out of the dark behind her. "Christopher, help me!" she screams, reaching her hands out toward me. The pear-cut diamond on her finger flashes brightly through the smoke. "They are taking me away! Christopher!"

“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.

[Kaden] "Rose!" I called her as I see her walking out, She didn't seem to hear and I forwn calling her again, louder and suddenly my phone rang I look down texting the guy back and asking him to call me back. "Rose" , She looked at me, but she somehow had this weird frown over her face, She seem tired. But we had to take her with us. I wasn't sure who exactly Aiden's men were after. But I couldn't risk him putting his hands on her.