Rosalina Mario Novels & Stories

He promised to make someone else his Luna then where does that leave me, a mistress? “Of course you will be my Luna, I told you if it’s not Rosaria then I don’t really care who’s in the Luna position,” Mark said, his words tugging painfully at my heart. I heard a low growl as the Alpha king went to stand besides Rosaria wrapping his hands around her waist possessively. “You really are a douchebag, I never thought you were this kind of person,” Rosaria said angrily and was about to punch him again when I called out her name to stop her from creating a scene at her wedding.

She stepped closer, her eyes meeting mine. “Maria is locked away,” she said, watching my face carefully. I didn’t flinch. But my pulse jumped. “She claims she is innocent,” Luna Isobel continued. “But I also know that she is on your side, against Elara. And she wants you to be the one to stand beside my son. And sometimes, consorts and slaves would do what they are paid to do.” “She is innocent, and if you are implying that I’ve had anything to do with this…”

He stood, brushing a dry kiss on my forehead—like petting a dog on his way out. "Sorry I’ve been busy, ‘amore’," he said, the Italian endearment foreign on his lips. "Once this wedding is over, I’ll make it up to you. I promise." He’d never called me "amore" before. The word felt borrowed, something he’d practiced with her. Then he was gone. I walked to the bathroom and scrubbed hard where his lips had touched. The next morning, I met with a forger in Queens. New passport, new license. "Elena Marino," he suggested. "Common enough. Hard to trace."

MATTEO I has panicked when I saw Rosa struggling with someone in the garden. I came out for fresh air and luckily I was able to save her from being kidnapped I didn't hesitate to shit the bastard when I saw her go limp in his arms. Nobody can touch what's mine and go free. I brought her inside, informing Theo to take care of the dead man's body. It's a good thing Rosa had just passed out, it would take few minutes before she gains consciousness again

she grinned, clueless to the hurricane she’d just walked me into. She shimmied out of my sight before I could strangle her. Ugh. I should’ve known, though, she didn’t know what was really going on. That he was El Diablo, skinner of soldatos, coercer of brides, my fiancé. How was she even able to contact him? Thankfully, before I could spot him, another familiar face came along. “Absolutely ravishing as always, Rosalind.” Dominic held out a hand, his appreciative gaze sending a hot blush into my cheeks.

"I paid you to infiltrate the Donatello Clan," Mario growled, his voice sharp as a blade. "Get close to their Don, Damon. But all you’ve done is fuck him and come back with stories about how big his dick is." He spat on the floor, his eyes burning with disdain as he glared at Rose. Rose smirked, unfazed by his fury. "You paid me to get close, and I did—thanks to my tight pussy," she said, "If you want more information, you'll have to pay extra."

It wasn't long before a middle-aged couple was escorted in. Bruno Gallo bellowed the moment he walked in, "You're Rosalina, huh? What right do you have to lock up my daughter?" Paola Marino followed suit, making a scene. "Oh, my poor daughter! She's been your daughter all these years, and now you harm her for the one you just brought back! If you won't treat her like a daughter, we'll take her back!"

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”

He was A: an abbreviation of his real name. "Yes, boss." A answered. "But why in New York?" "You're going to keep watch on a belladonna. Isabella Moretti, who's now known as-" "Bella Ryan." The capo man finished, his eyes shining with recognition at the mention of the name "Good, you still seem to remember her." Adriano proudly says. A silently scoffed. 'Did he really expect me to forget Isabella?' He thought. The had, after all, interacted in the past. He was aware of who she was and what they were supposed to be ever since they were kids.

I don't need to be famous in the entertainment world. "Watch your talk, even though you are a guest here," Claudia said firmly. Rosalinda snorted in annoyance. "We go home now Delon. I've brought a valet to take care of your car. We are back home now "said Rosalinda firmly. In my heart I cheered, Maria approached me and whispered in my ear "Is she Rosalinda? The artist who was then married to Delon ?. She's like a fierce witch," whispered Maria. I hold back my laughter.