Rosalina Luigi Novels & Stories

His eyes met mine and my heart quickened it’s pace as his hands found mine. “Rosalind, if you can give me a chance to make it up to you, I wouldn’t ruin things again. Just one last chance.” James was pleading with me for a chance? But why now? Why didn’t he take use of the chance when I was willing to be his wife? My heart was overjoyed to see he wanted me after all, but the reminder of him calling me a maid had me squashing the excitement in my heart. He chose Marina. I pulled my hands out of his and opened the door.

Rosa said, trying not to match his tone, one of them had to be calm, and it looked like she had to be that person. “Look, I’m sorry I’m just… I’ve had a rough day.” He said this time meekly making Rosa smile in triumph. “It’s fine, I fully comprehend that. I’m Rosalina, Rosa for short.” She said, stretching her hands to him. “Hello, beautiful rose. I’m Damon.” He said, taking her hand in his, he brushed his lips against it. Rosa felt her insides melting at not just his voice, but the feel of his smooth, slightly calloused palm and the light tickle of his mustache against her skin.

He said it as if it was Rosie who had endangered my life all this time! “I don't know if you believe it or not, but Luna Rosie came to our palace with the intention of revenge. Her mother was murdered, and she suspects we did it. There are only wounds you will get if you let her become your wife,” he said with an expression filled with despair. I stunned.

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.

Summers looked intrigued to learn about Rosaline’s secret. “Alright, tell me. If you say nonsense, don’t blame me when I go back on our promise.” Jane nodded. “One time, Rosaline cried until her eyes were red. She told me you weren’t happy with her because she wasn’t a boy. You thought that she was humiliating you. You had a child out of wedlock. However, that child was run over by a car. She cried for a very long time. She said that even if you didn’t like her, the child who got run over was her brother, but you didn’t even let her see her brother for the last time. She was very sad about this.”

Everyone was clapping and hooting for them. But what matters to them was the love they can see each other’s eyes. “Leonardo Rossi, once I hated this name. But now, I wanted to take your name and become your wife,” Isabella said, making Leo smile. “I want to marry you, Leonardo Rossi, till death do us part,” Isabella confessed and Leo didn’t waste any time to put the ring on her finger. Leo didn’t wear that ring that she left behind. But this ring, she will wear happily.

Rhea begged In front of someone " Do you both deserve forgiveness? Why should I forgive you both? My princess is innocent but I'm not. You both hurt her this much that she tried to kill herself though she understood now it was a mistake but still. Rhea is the culprit but you're a bigger culprit than her sahil. You knew my princess from so long yet you insulted her like that. "Zarun spat In anger " please sir we are sorry please! Don't ruin our life. Please sir, "sahil begged

… The following morning, the sunlight shone warmly as I sat in the manor garden, stirring my tea idly. Right then, Irina showed up and sauntered around in front of me deliberately, like a victor savoring her triumph. "Luigi spent the whole night with me," she said with a bright laugh. Her fingers trailed across her collarbone, where a love bite was visible. "He said he wanted to make it up to me because he felt guilty." Irina placed her hand gently on her flat tummy, then gave me a provocative look. "Donna Conti, perhaps the true heir awaited by the Conti family is already on his way."

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

“I know him very well. He won't stand for what we did. We both betrayed him Rose.” “You know very well I wasn't in my senses Stephano and you still went ahead to sleep with me.” Rose got away to glare at him. “I know you've always wanted this. To have my body and do as you please and last night was the perfect opportunity for you.” Rose folded her hands. “So tell me Stephano De Luan. Were you fully satisfied last night? Because I hope it was worth your every conscience.” Rose only shooked her head again trying not to completely break down than she already was. She was already too weak to continue fighting with him. The deed had been done and she knew there was no returning back to last night