Novel & Cerita Rosaria X Barbara

Her exquisite features had become pale with anger. Rosalie had clearly struck a nerve. The young woman slammed her glass down heavily on the table. Immediately, the atmosphere in the room turned as cold as ice. Just then, Ivanna hurried inside and smiled as she tried to gloss things over. "Alyssa, Rosalie, we've graduated for so many years. Why are you two still the same as always? She stepped between them and added, "Let me make the introductions. This is Rosalie's boyfriend, Mr. Sebastian Ballard."

he paused with a tensed blink before adding, “But for you. A Berbieri’s daughter's hand for you.” “Come again?” Vladimir Sokolov's cold arctic tone sent chills down the walls of his office room. Boris Sokolov, His councillor and father let out a heavy breath and nodded. “Her name is Rose Barbieri. She is Nico Berbeiri's daughter and niece of La Camorra’s Capo. A beautiful and submissive girl, she is perfect to be your wife.” “And who said I needed a wife, Otets? Cancel the arrangement, Vladimir Sokolov doesn't require a wife,” He said decisively, fixing his father with a freezing glare.

Tamara said with a straight face as both Marco and Francesca choked simultaneously. “What?” Rosa blinked as her mouth fell open. “Just joking of course,” Tamara winked at Mrs Donatelli and took a sip from her wine glass. “My company, Suta Beauty, collaborated with his beauty company. That’s how we met,” “What a terrible joke,” Rosa hissed, offended. “Well, I suppose I should be glad you focused your seducing talents on that man rather than my Mío Figlo,” “Mrs Donatelli,” Tamara warned and rolled her eyes.

She and BaoBao had not been monitoring Rosa for nothing. Rosa had always been cold and hostile towards Vanora, while trying her hardest to catch Vlad’s attention. She had tried so many ways that even Vanora lost count. Rosa acted strong and independent, meek, weak, a mix, and many more. However, none worked. There had to be only one motive Rosa could have for treating Vanora well so suddenly, and she achieved it.

"My beautiful wife!" Rosana clenched her teeth and glared at him. If eyes could kill, he would've been six feet under at the moment. It was clear Sergio was enjoying himself because he smiled. It was a slow and wicked one that sent a small, visible shiver rippling through her body. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead as she tried not to moan, squirm, or do anything that might give her away. Goodness, she was going to kill him! “Are you alright?" Aria asked, staring at her across the table.

The rain in Manhattan didn't wash away sins; it only made the blood slicker on the pavement. Sloane Volkov—known to the underworld as the "Black Rose"—stood in the shadows of an alleyway across from L'Eclat, a club so exclusive its entrance didn't even have a sign. She adjusted the hem of her gown. It was a masterpiece of deep, bruised purple silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. To the casual observer, she was a socialite waiting for a car. To the man she was hunting, she was death incarnate.

" I asked with a smile. "Yes" she replied. "Have you taken illegal drugs before?" "No" I motioned for her to look at the screen and her eyes widened with surprise. "You see, it's that easy." I said with a smirk. "What's your name?" "R.J" "Your full name!" "Roselle....." "Don't mess with me!" I said pinning her with an angry gaze. "Roselle Jackson" she replied in annoyance. Her name struck a bell, like I've heard it some where.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Seira reappeared from the kitchen with a tray of drinks and placed it before them. Raisa was stunned, then looked at Clara with uncertainty. "Lara, you…" Clara nodded, "You came looking for me, there must be something..." Raisa scratched her head in confusion, but seeing the composed reaction of the ex-wife of the man who was now her ex-husband, she tried to explain. "A friend of mine recommended Rosster products, so I came here to offer advertising services for promotion. I'll buy three Rosster cosmetic packages as initial capital; is that possible?"

“Ev would have been very sad if she knew her grandmother was like this.” I laid all the evidence before Barbara. Her face showed disbelief as she trembled. She could only shake her head in denial. “Evelyn is your granddaughter! To Rosie, she was just a tool. Once she’s gone, it’s like she never mattered! You keep asking me to make peace with Rosie. Do you really think that’s even possible?” Barbara fainted after seeing the photo of Bruce and Rosie. I called Rosie, hoping she would take Barbara to the hospital. However, she hung up on me again.