Rosalina Mario Novels & Stories

Rosita asked in her usual flirtatious tone. "Ohh Ros, Aldo ...," Mario greeted his ex-wife and Rinaldo Situmorang, Rosita's new husband. "With my wife, this is Inez," Mario said, putting his arm around Aunt Inez's shoulders. Rosita looked at Aunt Inez from head to toe with a mocking gaze. "Oohh, Aunt Inez is Mario's wife now. Since when did you become a sugar baby?!" Rosita said tartly. People around them paid attention to Rosita who spoke loudly and in a sharp tone. They whispered, looking at Mario and Aunt Inez as well as Rosita.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

THE WRONG BAIT Don Marco's POV My gaze swept over Rosalia's disheveled form, my expression unreadable. "Madonna, take our heroine inside to the bathroom and give her something to change into," I ordered my maid, with my deep voice firm. "A top and blue jeans. Something practical, then accompany her back to this room." I sharply declared in a low but harsh tone. Madonna nodded and tapped her shoulder. Rosalia stood up with her pale face and followed behind Madonna, all through the fully guarded corridor.

The note was addressed to me. Rosemary, About three decades ago, Andromeda discovered that Cephalus, our brother, had fallen in love with a wolf named Lillian. She belonged to the Crimson Rose pack and was destined to marry their Alpha. Andromeda used this to her advantage, as she needed a hybrid for her plans. To achieve her twisted goals, she killed Astraea, our youngest and Cephalus’s most beloved sister, and took her place using a powerful glamour spell. Cephalus trusted Astraea more than anyone, so he didn’t see through the deception. Andromeda manipulated Cephalus’s mind, twisting his thoughts and controlling his actions. Under her influence, he kidnapped Lillian. Your mother.

Dante said, sipping his drink as he looked at Candela. She scowled at him. **************** OUTSIDE THE MANSION Mario walked towards his car and reached to open it, but Carlos approached him. "Mario," "Yes?" Carlos stood in front of him. "I saw you," Mario furrowed his brows. "What are you...." "You and Camilla last night," Carlos retorted. Mario's face twitched. "How could you, man?" Carlos asked, making Mario look away. "I thought you loved your girlfriend," Carlos said.

She smiled wryly, “Oh! I am Lady Rose, the head of maids that serves my Alpha. Trust me, asking for my name should be the least of your worries. Anyway, the Alpha has assigned this room to you …” “What?! I can't stay here!” I protested, but I soon noticed a big scowl on Lady Rose’s face. “You dare not talk when I'm still talking. I could have smacked you, but your skin will be tainted and not fit for my Alpha.” I stared at her, stunned. “Is this how you treat the Alpha's betrothed?” Lady Rose cackled, “Ask yourself if this is how an Alpha,” she gestured to the cobwebs in the empty room, “treats his soon-to-be Luna.”

“Ah, she’s not around at the moment. She went home for a while. She needed a little break.” Mario raised an eyebrow. “Oh. I thought I could talk to her.” He shrugged. “Well, bye then.” “Okay, bye!” Rosalia waved enthusiastically. “We’ll see you later!” Mario turned and walked away, his steps slow and confident. Rosalia watched him the entire time. She rested her chin in her hand, eyes following him until he disappeared from view. When she finally turned back, Isidora and Vega were staring at her. Both were grinning. “What?” she asked innocently.

Rosalina said in a rather seductive tone of voice. “Well, then maybe you should be smart enough to consider that I am a married man, and you calling me this late at night is highly disrespectful to my wife,” Adrian continued. This time, he did not hide the fact that he was annoyed and angry with Rosalina. Instead of answering him immediately, she remained quiet, and all Adrian could hear was her breathing. “Hello?” he called out to her. “Oh, I’m still here. It’s just that I couldn’t help wondering how nice it must be for a woman to know that her husband cares so much about her,” Rosalina said, almost as though having a husband who cared about her was nothing more than a far-fetched dream.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

"Click." At that moment, it turned into powder. I opened my palm and let the wood dust slip through my fingers. The tiny grains shimmered faintly in the sunlight. That humiliating three-year marriage and the apocalyptic disaster drifted away with the powder on the wind. The rosary had shielded me from it all. Its work was done.