Rose Harbor Inn Series Novels & Stories

Her mother walked back to the carriage only to be surprised upon seeing the adorable Rose who had somehow woke up. “Did you sleep well Rose?” Her mother who had noticed her walked back to the wagon with her gentle voice questioning her. Rose modded her head quickly, “Mommy where are we?” Mrs. Maury looked behind her where they had stopped in front of an old house and looked back at Rose with a gentler smile, “We have arrived in the inn darling. Let’s wake your sister up so we could enter the inn?” Rose who didn’t think much of it, lightly shook Josie’s body, waking her up from her sleep. Both the sisters have woken up and had entered the room in the inn.

That explains why I’ve had close-knit relationships with Grace, Mario, and Nana over the years. “The vegetables need to be cut, dear.” She smiles, and that’s how I spend the rest of my late afternoon—cooking and chatting away with Rosa about everything and nothing. “So, how long have you been working here?” I ask, still chuckling from a joke from moments ago. “Uh, at this mansion? It’s been over five years now.” Rosa smiles. “What do you mean?” My brows crease at her words. “I spent twenty years stationed at Rino’s private resort, and then my husband and I were redeployed here after what happened to Grace.” I feel my breath hitch—I didn’t expect her to know Grace.

After walking hand in hand for a while, she saw a sea of colorful roses on the left of the vast grass. The roses were blossoming, emitting a pleasant scent. There were various shapes and colors of roses. Isabella had seen blossoming roses before. But the roses she saw weren't nearly as many as these. She almost couldn't see the end of the sea of flowers. "What a beautiful place. I wish I could live here for days," Isabella couldn't stop praising and had the urge to dive into the roses and never come out. Quinn looked at her, his sexy lips tilting upward slightly. The Azure Cove Resort was his property. She could live here forever if she wanted.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

Confused, Rose checked her phone, but none of her messages had been answered. "That's strange. Why isn't Matteo texting me back? Is he upset?" she murmured. After paying for her groceries, Rose stepped out of the store looking puzzled. She took a shortcut through a small alley lined with cheap motels, coffee shops, and street food vendors, carrying her bags. As she passed a rundown motel, its door suddenly opened. A hand grabbed her shoulder from behind. Startled, Rose turned around. A woman wearing a face mask stood before her. Rose recognized her instantly, just from her eyes.

After all, bringing a virgin can also bring her a lot of money in this field. "Okay, now, come on, follow me and remember don't mess things up for me," Rose warned Izzy before they entered the bar. Izzy felt a strange fear creep inside her heart and reluctantly followed Rose's well-laid trap, which could be fatal for her. ***************

“Well, well. Miss Perfect. Look at you now. Not so high and mighty, are we?” Norah tightened her grip on her books. “Leave me alone.” “Oh, I will.” Rose circled her like a vulture. “But remember my promise? I said I’d make your life hell.” Her eyes glittered. “Consider this only the start.” Norah’s throat closed. She tried to walk, but Rose stepped into the path. “You really think Ivan cares about you?” Rose spat, venom threaded through her voice. “Last time I went to him, he treated me like I was nothing. Then you show up — little Miss Innocent — and suddenly he’s paying attention? Laughing with you?”

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?

Rose was tiptoeing as well as if she was rushing. Was Rose in a rush to give James the clothes? Was she the same money-minded Rose? **** Kevin was surrounded by a cloud of doubt. However, he couldn't shake off the feeling of how familiar the place looked. The last photo in the link showed Rose walking into a hotel. Looking at the photo, the hotel was somewhere old and shabby. Rose went into the hotel with her hands full but left empty-handed. The two photos were taken thirty minutes apart! At that moment, Kevin quickened his pace in reading the news.

I barely had anywhere to go or anyone to talk to, but Tessa tried her best to make the mansion feel less like a cage. Then, by the beginning of the new week, everything shifted. I was having breakfast with Tessa in the dining room, laughing about something small and silly, when the air suddenly changed. The door opened, and he walked in—Lucas Rodriguez. My husband. My hand froze on the spoon. My heart raced as I stared at my plate, unsure what to say or do. The sound of his footsteps filled the room. “You won’t even greet your husband?” he said, his deep voice cutting through the tension.