Rose And Bernard Lost Novels & Stories

It is guaranteed that he will look for someone to hold on to when he falls and if that day ever comes that he suddenly runs to me to ask for help or forgiveness, I might even push him away. After Bon and I watched and heard about the contents of the memory card that came directly from Rash, I almost became depressed and clenched my fist tightly. Especially when I discovered that they intended to kill my parents so that I could be forced to marry Adante and they would all get what I would inherit from my parents.

He said, nodding to me. Bernard’s face twisted as he looked at him. “You too?” Raymond didn’t flinch. “You covered your tracks well, but not well enough. You underestimated all of us.” Bernard backed away from the table. “No. No, I won’t be taken down by a bunch of spoiled royals and a brat with a crown. I have given my life to this family!” I stood up then, chest heaving. “You destroyed my brother. You manipulated people. You tried to make me believe Noah took his own life.”

"No. I watched her cry over you. Roman became a man without you. Eleanor destroyed everything you claimed to love, and you did nothing. So whatever this is—whatever redemption story you’re hoping to sell—I'm not buying it." Bernard's expression flickered. For the first time, something like pain crossed his face. "You think I wanted to stay away, Victor?” "I don't care what you wanted," Victor shot back. "I care what you did. And what you did was leave." “That’s okay Victor,” Roman said as he stepped into the room. “We’ll hear what he has to say.” He looked at Bernard for a brief moment then turned around. “Let’s go.” At first, no one moved, then slowly Bernard walked, past Victor, past Roman

She would ignite a war no one could control. But when she looked across the river at Alexander, she saw a future. A fragile, terrifying hope she couldn’t let go. --- As she walked toward the bank, time slowed down. The icy, relentless water splashed against her boots, testing her strength. Lucien’s hand darted forward, seizing her arm. She sensed the anguish underneath it though his grip was harsh. "Please fight this," he murmured, the anger laced with a deeper emotion. “I lost your mother to their lies. Must I lose you too?”

"You were four. You called Mary 'Momma.' Bernard didn't even know a child existed. Margaret was devastated. She went through a period of near madness, thinking she could just tell Bernard the truth and bring you home, but Mary talked her down. So many people were going to get hurt. Bernard would have never forgiven her for the lie, and Mary would have been destroyed by losing the only daughter she’d ever known." I stared at the lemon cake on the counter, feeling a profound sense of loss for a life I never got to lead. "And she never had another child? Aunt Margaret?" "No," Rosa sighed. "The stress, the complications... she never conceived again. And Bernard, wanting an heir, grew resentful.

Rose bent her head in shame and said "I am sorry for everything" "Whatever", he answered opening the door, only for him to see Brendan standing there with a dejected face. Brendan was devastated. How was he going to tell Rose that her mother didn’t make it? He tried all he could for her in the theatre but she did not respond to their treatments. This was going to be very hard for him to do. He was about turning the door handle to open it but it turned in his hand and was opened. He looked up and saw Dennis come out.

The camera zoomed in on Adrian and Cassandra holding hands on stage, radiant with pride. The crowd roared with applause. Rosemary grabbed the remote and switched it off sharply. She bowed her head, her body shaking. “Why must it be him who triumphs… when I’ve already lost everything?” --- Mila rushed in and saw her crying in the chair. “Ma’am! Don’t let this destroy you! Adrian may look like he’s winning, but that doesn’t mean you’ve lost forever.” Rosemary stared at her with hollow eyes. “Isn’t it the same, Mila? For me… there is no way back. I haven’t just lost my business—I’ve lost myself.”

After seeing me, she hugged me and sobbed while being in the embrace. "What happened?" I asked after taking a long breath because of running upstairs through steps. She mumbled in the beginning, but wiped her tears and said, "Bern and I were on the way to see a movie. He got a call and was speaking on it. While he was on a call, I thought I could buy a present since today's our anniversary so I told him and went into the store. When I came out, Bern wasn't there. All I could see was a group of people standing murmuring something to each other. I walked and saw Bern being in a pool of blood, struggling to breathe. I couldn't stand it after seeing him like that, Louisa." And she continued cryi

Gradually, excitement flooded in, and she waited anxiously, eyes locked on Bernard for any hint of confirmation. “I'll make it my mission to help her excel as manager. You have my word," Bernard said without a hint of hesitation, his voice full of confidence. For a long moment, Rose was lost for words. Everything felt surreal, as if she'd stepped into someone else's dream. She had thought it would be just like the last time, stepping in to lend a hand and somehow ending up in trouble herself. But today had proved her thoughts wrong. Instead of trouble, she'd earned an incredible chance. This chance might mean little to others, but to her, it meant the world.

That night, Marcus jumped from the old Leedon Tower. The next morning, the headlines were filled with news of his suicide. Cecilia didn’t dare look at the gruesome photos. Lucas handled Marcus’s funeral arrangements. Across the entire city, every headline reported Marcus’s death. But there was one reason no one else knew. When Marcus died, he was still holding a vivid red rose in his hand. And Cecilia suddenly remembered something from when she was fifteen. “Marcus, what kind of flower do you think I’m like?” The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly.