Rosaria X Barbara Novels & Stories

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

Why did Rex want to marry a woman like Wendy? Rex had doted on Rosaria since she was a child. Rosaria had pinned all her hopes on him. It was impossible for her to let go of someone she had secretly loved for so many years! As soon as Cassie walked into Rosaria's room from the door, she saw Rosaria holding a pair of scissors and was about to insert it into her body. She immediately walked over and stopped Rosaria. "Rosaria, what are you doing?" Rosaria's eyes were red and swollen. It looked like she'd been crying for a long time and her voice was hoarse. "Mom, I'm a cripple and brother has a wife. What am I still doing here? Just let me die! Don't stop me!"

Brian's face brightened, and he took her hand as they made their way towards a back door. Finding solace near the pool, they settled at the edge. The woman, dressed in an elegant black bodycon dress with long sleeves, lifted the hem slightly to dip her leg into the pool, refreshing herself. Removing her hat and glasses, she let her luscious hair cascade down her shoulders, revealing her face. It was Rosa. Feeling the chill in the air, Rosa turned to Brian, a playful glimmer in her eyes. "It's quite cold, isn't it? Would you like to join me?"

She gave Catherine a quick look, signaling her to take it away right away. Catherine, on the other hand, misinterpreted her signal. She instantly smiled and said, “These rosaries are purely natural and handmade. Chiara personally oversaw the creation process. Chiara’s filial piety must have moved God’s heart. That’s why she got these lovely rosaries for you, Mdm. Barkworth.” Rosie’s expression darkened even more. The guests seemed to sense something was wrong as well. Some people who knew the inside story were shocked when they saw those rosaries. They could not believe Chiara would prepare such a gift! Even if she did not know the inside story, this was too much of a coincidence! This was t

She was going to make sure of it. She wasn't just Rosie’s mother. She was her father too and so she was going to act like both to her. “The pink Barbie doll or this pretty bracelet?” Rosie asked in her tiny voice. “Both. Tell me?” In Rosie’s arm was a cute Barbie doll in pink clothing and her other hand was a bracelet. One she could recognize anywhere. After all, she saw it just a few hours ago, if not minutes. There's no mistaking it even though it was shocking.

I zoomed in on the tiny map, pricking my finger with a shard of glass that broke from the screen. “What the fuck are you doing there....” a bead of blood dropped onto the screen as I stared at the name of what appeared to be some dinky ass bar. Typing in the name to g****e, I realized that it was in fact, a dirty bar with cheap drinks, pool tables, and a western theme. Dialing an old friend, I paced impatiently while the ringing of the phone droned on in the background. Why would Rosa be at a bar? And of all bars for her to choose, why was she there? Was she drinking alone, thinking about our marriage? Was she numbing the pain with a stranger in a place she'd never think I would check?

She squeezed her face as it slid down her throat. "Goodness, taste this Rosie" Aria whined and it caused Rosalie to chuckle. "No, thanks" Rosalie shook her head as her eyes traveled around the bar. She could see it was a costly bar; every decoration added to the glamorous elegance of the walls leaving Rosalie to wonder how much Aria paid. "I'll be back" Aria muttered and Rosalie turned to her. "No, there's no way—" Aria cut her short with a chortle.

"But at the same time, when I felt you in my arms, I knew I wanted to mate you again." I stared at his lustful eyes, and I knew it was far from over. I smiled. "Do you want me to give you a fellatio next?" === < Normal POV> "Those idiots…" Phineas groaned as he scratched his head. He wasn't a fool why Rosaria suddenly created a barrier inside. He was a Mage, after all. And fortunately, there weren't any mages nearby to sense her magic. However… Rosaria had long broken the barrier while they were on one of the treacherous roads they had to pass through.

She might not be half as rich as these people, but she most definitely knew how to blend in. “Hello, I’ll have a mojito please,” Rosa said to the bartender, a polite smile on her lips as the Italian-looking lad sent a small nod and went about making her drink. Rosa let her eyes wander lazily across the bar until they landed on what she knew she was looking for. He looked fine, too fine, and alone. Analyzing him quickly, Rosa noticed a tan on his left ring finger, and from the sunken look in his eyes which he seemed to be trying to hide, she could tell undoubtedly that he was either a fresh divorcee or he just had a fight and had to take off his ring.

Rosalia was already resigned to a chair, cucumber slices on her eyelids, while Aria was bickering with the stylist over what shade of pink best represented "chaotic feminine energy." When the technician approached me with a color scheme, I waved a hand. "Black. Always black." Aria threw a towel at me. "You're impossible. It's an engagement, not a funeral." "Alright, I’ll do burgundy," I shot back, lips curving. Rosalia poked her head out from under her cucumbers, shaking her head. "You're so dramatic. And to think I used to think Rocco was the dark one in the family."