Novel & Cerita Rose Hart

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.

"Okay, so who is the girl behind you?" Now I know where I saw her, she was in one of the top magazines as the best composer music in 2019. "She may be the future assistant of Madame Torneur," Rose said while holding my shoulders forward to her. "So finally Hillary will take an assistant... Glad to meet you..." She said hanging her hand by insisting on the "you" for me to present myself. "Tiara... Tiara frost." I said while greeting her with a smile. "Okay and I am..."

It is only while she is getting dressed that it dawns on her what has been said in the phone conversation and she tries to speed up. Christopher Harris watches, as his girlfriend gets dressed for work in the early hours of the morning. He does not like the power that David Oswald holds over her. His friends have told him that this will soon change but he does not believe it. Alice looks more besotted with this man than she was with him. That isn’t right; it isn’t right at all. “What can be so important that you have to go into the office at…?” He looks at the clock and sees the time, “Fuck’s sake you’ve only been in for an hour?”

Chapter 6 Scarlett POV On our drive back to the packhouse, I mind link Cayden to let him know that I’m on my way back and that Raul will be staying the night so that he can also meet with Bruno and my parents in the morning. I then mind link Aurora, the pack’s Head Omega, to let her know that Raul will be spending the night and to please make up a room for him on the Alpha floor. I know good and damn well that Raul will be sleeping in my suite with me—and frankly, Aurora probably knows it, too—but this way we can at least make it look that everything is platonic.

"Guess what? Your matchmaker is not Rosy, after all, Hendrix. . . She's the Rosy's niece, and her name is Louise Rose." . c.m. louden

Finally the woman walked into the room, holding what looked like a clipboard in her hand, as she walked over to her desk. Rose stood up, taking hurried steps towards her. “The owner? Who is she?”. The woman eyed Rose suspiciously, forcing on a polite smile. “Yes ma”, she answered, placing the clipboard at Rose's front, with the jewelry box which contained the earring. “Here”, the woman said, pointing to one of the names which was encircled. “Catherine Hart”, Rose read out, the name vaguely familiar. “Miss Andino, meet Cathrine Hart. She'll be the one to work in my place, under my close supervision”.

Truly, her consistency is remarkable, though in a bad way. That bully right there is Claire Rose Rohas, the heir of the Rohas group of companies and a total sass bucket. She's the only daughter of Ian Rohas and Yvonne Rohas. And next to her is her ever loyal sidekick and only friend, Astra Mielle Alexander, the heir of Illusion Jewelry Inc. These crime making duo are the school's freak duo who loves to brag their riches and kick ditches. They think they're so on top of the world that everyone is their slave. Pathetic!

Something that had already existed when they built their strategy around it. "I need to make a call," she said to Hargrove. "Privately. You can wait here." She looked at Elliot. "Would you like to see the garden?" He looked up from his truck. "Does it have a dog?" "No." He thought about this. "Okay," he decided. Rosa appeared, as Rosa always appeared exactly when needed, and took Elliot through the back door with the competent warmth of a woman who had been surrounded by children her entire professional life. The door closed behind them. Hargrove sat. Kane came to the table.

Brilliance, compassion, and mastery, all intertwined in one extraordinary woman. The hashtags #RosaChallenge and #HealingProdigy trended worldwide, discussions spilling across languages and continents. And though Caldrick and IMSAEB would scramble to protect their reputation, the evidence was undeniable. Arla-Rosa Hernandez had once again proven that true genius cannot be constrained by prejudice, protocol, or position.

The room’s energy shifted again when the door creaked open, and Rosa Green—Grayson’s younger sister and Colton’s childhood friend—walked in. She carried a quiet grace with her. Chin held high, her steps light yet confident. She was dressed in soft gray slacks and a cream blouse. Rosa was universally considered beautiful, her pale skin perfectly complementing her hourglass figure. Her thin, red-painted lips gave her the allure of a classic woman. Yet, beneath all that elegance, Rosa seemed fragile, gentle, and soft—so much so that anyone who encountered her felt a natural urge to protect her. That included her fans… and her childhood sweetheart, Colton.