Rose Harbor Inn Series Novels & Stories

Fabricated emails. And made sure none of it pointed to her. Herod got up and flicked on the light. The motel room was small and dirty, nothing like the luxury he was used to. Rose had insisted they move here two days ago, claiming they needed to stay hidden. Now he understood why. She'd wanted him in this dump, away from his resources, while she set her trap. And he'd walked right into it, blind and willing. The bathroom door opened. Steam escaped as Rose emerged, wrapped in a thin towel, her hair wet from the shower. She smiled when she saw him, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

"There's a man with her. Get her to shake him off." In the hotel lobby, Rose received another call from that unfamiliar number. "Get rid of the person beside you!" Rose knew the caller was targeting her. She did not have any enemies besides Nixon. It seemed like she had not kicked him hard enough. Rose turned around with a smile and said to Evan, "Thanks for bringing me here, Evan. I'm going to meet an old friend now. You should go back." Evan did not believe her. He was about to say something when Rose stuck out her tongue mischievously. "Sorry, Evan. It wasn't an old friend. I'm meeting … my husband."

Alina was one hundred percent certain, so certain in fact that she would bet away her soul, that her house was haunted. Sitting with an expression void of emotion, Alina rested her brown irises on the resin rose settled neatly on her nightstand amongst the dust gathered there from her constant neglect. To any person that wasn't Alina, there would be absolutely nothing amiss about the beautiful ornament staring innocently back at her. But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it.

Rose and I began the walk home with Kimi between us. I thought back to our time in the laundry room. It was nothing but pure comfort, but it was exactly what we both needed. I might have even kissed her if she hadn’t hopped off the dryer. “You know,” Rose began, “You guys are a little bit like a pack from one of my books.” “Really? I don’t see it,” I said, trying to be cheerful. Kimi glared at Rose.

Mrs. Hachi, the second wife of Chan Ho, the deputy director of Sunflower Inc., stepped into the room. Her petite figure seemed to command attention as her small, black eyes met Rose's gaze. Recognizing the familiar face, Rose rose from her seat and greeted Mrs. Hachi with a warm embrace.

Rose felt flustered and embarrassed that she felt a flutter in her heart when she heard Aiden asking her to move into his house. What's wrong with my heart? We are only married for a purpose. Rose thought. “When you are done settling the mishap, move into the MJ hotel, and I will send a driver to pick you up from there.” Rose nodded and went to the side of the road. “Taxi.” One stopped beside her; she got into the taxi and gave her address. When she got home, she met her mother pacing up and down in the living room angrily, the mayor's family slowly drinking juice from the glass her stepmother may have served to them, her stepsister busy with her phone, and her father nowhere to be seen ther

I watch her walk away, a little sway in her hips. I touch my ear, to know if the microphone is still set because I've spent the whole day, playing around. "Still here" Jared hushes and I sigh, dropping my hand when Rose approaches with a tray of water and then sits it down. "Here you go. Give me a second". She winks and then walk away. I reach for the water, pouring myself a glass and downing it quickly. Fuck! I feel so drenched. The second I place the cup down and look up, Rose is standing in the doorway in nothing but a red lingerie. What the...?

Rose said, scowling and rolling her eyes. As I move forward, I feel a sudden breeze pass by me. Frowning at the shadow, I suddenly felt a hand on my back, a slight burning sensation in my back. Then, looking over my shoulder, I see a man. “Don’t,” Rose said, getting my attention, “If you move, you won’t know what killed you.” Walking seductively, Rose stood in front of me. With her finger, she grabbed my chin and smirked, kissing my cheek softly. I felt repulsed by her gesture. “How about we play a game?” Rose said as she leaned close to my ear.

"You’re not fit to be a Rossi wife." Then he left. With her. I wandered the Red Hook docks for hours, the salt air doing nothing to cleanse the shame seeping into my bones. By the time I returned to Harborview Mansion, my feet were bleeding through the satin of my Valentino heels — his engagement gift. A size too small. A fitting metaphor. Then I saw their shadows through our bedroom window, tangled against the drawn curtains. My hands were steady as I opened the encrypted security app. The feed showed Isabella on our leather sofa, Alexander feeding her soup, his hand gentle on her ankle.