Rosalina Mario Novels & Stories

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!"

"Put that down, Inés. You don’t know what you’re playing with." "Neither do you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Alonso Delgado wouldn’t know about secret passages. Wouldn’t lie about who screamed. Wouldn’t come out of a wall with blood on his hands." He said nothing. She moved toward him, poker still raised. "Who are you?" Silence stretched between them. And then he smiled. But it wasn’t Alonso’s smile. It was colder. Crueler. More dangerous. "You’re clever, cara mia. I’ll give you that."

“Marry me Giselle.” He breathes into my neck. “I can't, you belong to another Romero.” I whisper. Giselle Gilmore, a girl whose past has been turned upside down in a life of crime and violence gets involved with Romero De La Rosa, the most feared and powerful Mafia Lord and becomes too attached to his daughter Lauryn De La Rosa. When she gets a chance to reunite with the family, a long time family alliance made with another Mafia family engaging Romero De La Rosa to another woman in marriage appears and any bridge of the arrangement will lead to the biggest war ever witnessed in the underworld. Will Romero De La Rosa bend backwards to the underworld rule or will he fight for his love.

“So now we know. De Marco. Donatello. The Bellinis. They orchestrated everything.” "Let's finish what my mother started. Let's end these mother-fuckers." The determination in her voice strong than any resolve to date. “You’re sure you’re ready?” Roberto asked. "Yes!" One simple answer. Massimo kissed her temple, his voice fierce and low. “We are behind you angel." Later that evening in Sanchiano’s office the screens still flickered from the decrypted footage Rosalina had left behind. A ghost’s final testament. Her voice had faded, but her rage, her truth, lingered like smoke in the lungs.

Rafael's face twisted in rage as he yelled, "What do you want, Rosalina?" The sound of his voice echoed off the warehouse walls, making Rosalina's smile seem even more sinister. Rosalina's smile never wavered, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity. "Oh, Rafael," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "I want what's rightfully mine. I want the power, the control, the respect. And I'll stop at nothing to get it."

Of Marco. " Where's he?" I whisper to Leonardo. His brows slightly furrow before he runs his knuckles down on my cheeks in a soothing way. " It's only me, Rosalina.. Only me....And it won't be anyone else other than me, ever...." "Really?" I whisper, and he slowly nods as he runs his fingers down my throat. The touch is soft, tender almost. And then—I break.

Did she just say that? Gosh! Who would have believed. That the one and only Rosalina Serrano, the soon to be bride of the leader of the Italian mafia group 'Felix Montego' would be here begging a mere guest house owner to give her a good fuck. He smirked and closed the distance between them, crawling onto the couch between her splayed thighs. He aligned his throbbing cock with the depth of her pulsating cunt before sliding his dick fully into her. She moaned. He started pumping Into her with his careful movement. He pulled out and slid back in, but she wanted more.more.

"Go and marry that King Judas. Just crawl to him and spread your legs for him, just like your brother has told you. Just—" A hard slap cut off Garry's word from a small trembling hand, causing Garry's face to turn to the side. Before he could even turn back to face the one who slapped him, Rosalina said, "Yes, I'll marry King Judas. I'll go and tell him to bring me to his kingdom tomorrow. You don't have to tell me. I hate you, Garry! I don't want to see your face anymore. I'll never come back to this kingdom ever again!" Tears rolled down her pale cheeks as she glared at Garry one last time before running off. "Likewise, my princess," murmured Garry, stroking his red cheek and turning back

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.

So many emotions were swirling around in Rose’s mind and heart. Everything was scary and confusing. Finally, she was married, but not to the man she wanted. The whole town was present at her wedding except her own family, her father, her protector, Roger. She was married to the godfather of Dia Lucrii, the leader of a mafia gang.