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I let out a breath, "When will he wake up?" It had been one day without Orion and I was feeling overwhelmed with everything. Bidding farewell to Celia and others was not easy, I had to make sure no one doubted Orion's absence. "The blue mark is fading," Rose replied as she added a palm-shaped leaf into the red paste and started mixing it. "I am sorry you had to stay here taking care of a person you have never met before." She smiled but the smile was dull compared to her other smiles, "I am helping you. My mother would have wanted this."

Rosa snarled, stretching the two words of apology until it hurt her ears: "You think apologizing is done? Look what you've done to Xavla's jade hand." Rosa said, grabbing the hand that Xavla was holding up high. It looked like Xavla was seriously injured. But it was actually a perfect work of Madam Rosa. Rosa's purpose was to have an excuse to punish Olwen. Is Mrs. Rosa very free? Or does she hate Olwen to the point of being obsessive, not doing bad, bad things with Olwen is intolerable?

His gaze penetrated my soul, as if he relished the chaos he had orchestrated, delighting in the devastation etched upon my face. Standing there, clutching the delicate rose, my mind swirled with thoughts. Who could have sent this symbol of affection? As I pondered the possibilities, my gaze shifted, and I caught Luca's intense gaze fixed upon me. Concern and understanding radiated from his eyes, as if he understood the inner turmoil I was grappling with. It was as if he reached out to me through that single crimson rose, a silent message of support and solace.

Finally breaking free from Carlo made me giddy. But just as I was about to change into my uniform, Carlo called again. The second I answered, his commanding voice roared through the line. "Rosa, where are you?!" The good mood I had just disappeared in an instant. "What do you want?" Carlo's voice was cold as he demanded, "So, you're not really trying to leave. You're just trying to bring my grandfather back to force me! I won't let you have your way."

When the turning is complete, you will understand everything, and then you will thank me. Until then, accept my offering of roses. Each petal is a reminder of the life you are leaving behind. Do not fight me, Sugar. Desire always wins. — V Chloe’s throat tightened, the words crawling over her skin like invisible chains. The roses no longer looked beautiful, they looked like red warning signs, bleeding across her apartment, pressing her into his claim. Her hands were still trembling as she let the crumpled letter slip from her grasp and fall to the floor. Her lips curled in disgust.

It was like he was always one step ahead in this strange game they were playing. After standing there for a while, thinking it over, she finally chose the lavender roses. They looked romantic and beautiful, but something about them also felt strange and a little disturbing. That mix made them perfect exactly the kind of message she wanted to send. Quiet, elegant, and full of double meaning. Then came the letter. She didn't sign her name. She didn't need to. The words, she knew, would be enough. To Elena and Jayden, I’ve been thinking about timing how cruel it can be.

The universe was conspiring in our favor, giving us a blessing for this new chapter of our lives. I got out of bed with a smile glued to my lips, my eyes still locked on the words written on the note. In an incredibly sweet way, Vincenzo had prepared my breakfast and left a rose beside the tray. Glancing towards the kitchen, I saw freshly brewed coffee in the coffee pot, and its enticing smell filled the air. His gesture touched me in such a deep way that I felt an overwhelming emotion in my chest, like a warm flame spreading throughout my body.

I shrugged, forcing nonchalance. “He’s just keeping up appearances. Let’s go, Tara.” But the roses weighed heavy in my arms, their petals soft, his words echoing. I was supposed to be unaffected—so why was I pissed he hadn’t called? Why did his note make my chest ache? I climbed into my car, the bouquet on the seat, and stared at his letter, my fingers tracing his scrawl. Damn you, Orrin. At the penthouse that night, I arranged the roses in a crystal vase, careful with each stem, placing it on my bedroom dresser where moonlight caught the petals.

Marlie clenched her hands against the sheets as Zhander stripped himself of clothes. He’d never done it before…the other times they’d done this, Marlie was the only person naked. But now that Zhander’s chest was bare, she couldn’t help but acquaint her eyes. There was a wolf howling towards a broken moon drawn beautifully on his chest, and these four letters were written beneath it… R. O. S. A. It was that name again…the one that now lived in her head; Rosa…

When I say goodbye, promise me you won’t cry, Because the day I say that will be the day I die. I traced the letters gently with my fingers as Xavier flexed slightly, still playing with Rosalina. "What does it mean?" I asked, still brushing over the ink. "When we were little, you had this weird fascination with black roses," he said with a small smile. "So, the rose is you. I’m the thorned vines wrapped around it, protecting what I love. The words... they speak for themselves." He turned toward me and kissed the tip of my nose.