Roseanne Park Novels & Stories

Rosalie currently was the personal assistant which before she used to be the ‘Barbie Princess’ psychiatrist. She is hired by the billionaire with a high wage so she can handle his granddaughter with ‘care’. Maybe the highest paid personal assistant in this world

The familiar voice of the doctor called her in, and she took a deep breath before stepping inside. Dr. Parker sat behind his desk, his usual calm and collected demeanor intact. His brown hair was neatly combed, and his hazel eyes flickered with knowing confidence. He looked up, his gaze locking onto hers as she closed the door behind her.“Rose,” he greeted, his tone neutral but laced with understanding. “I wasn’t expecting you this early. What’s happened?” Mrs. Rose sighed, running a hand through her hair as she took a seat in the chair across from him. She was trying to maintain her composure, but the strain was evident in her voice. “Everything’s unraveling, Parker. Ken... he’s a shadow of

All in vain as there's not been a single sighting of him since that night. "Rosy?" "Huh?" The sound of my name pulled me out of my reverie as I came face to face with my co-worker Kennedy. "You okay there?" "Yeah fine, miles away. What's up?" "Well it's the weekend tomorrow, so not long till you can switch off work mode and relax," she said. Sweetly flicking her golden hair over her shoulder as she walked further into the break room. In was both looking forward to the weekend and dreading it, no work. Bonus, another family dinner. Nightmare.

She complained remembering that unfaithful day when Ahn teased her for coming late by just five minutes. "I did?" He couldn't think of anything when she was this close to him. His heart was beating so fast. "Yes, you did" she repeated annoyed by him. "I did" he said absentmindedly. "Your most important guest Mrs. Roseanne Parker is here and she is a little too excited to see you" Yoonji commented pointing with her head in the direction of the women approaching them. "Why?" Ahn asked in his stupor. He wasn’t hearing her at all.

She urged smiling widely, " Come over here. Brother still needs a lot of time to finished off his breakfast." I smiled back before sitting down on the chair that she had offered. She started to speak pushing the bowls one by one towards me, " By the way, I'm Rosie Gray. Your president is my big brother. You can call me Rose or Rosie whatever you like. " I smiled wholeheartedly at her friendly manner and responded briefly, " I'm Iris Young. You can call me Iris." She grinned before intending to start another topic as we all heard the breaking news on the channel.

The waiter said, tapping Rose’s shoulder gently. Rose wiped her tears and raised her head up. “I’m not sleeping, I just need my privacy please,” she yelled at the waiter. Then a random stranger walked up to Rose as she went back and forth with the waiter. “Hey, you look familiar,” she said pointing at Rose. Rose took a glance. “Look, I don’t remember your face from anywhere.” “I said I know you.” She pointed at Rose’s necklace.” “I know that necklace.” Rose’s necklace was silver, with an inscription “RP” on it. She had taken it from her mother when she found her dead body after the accident. Her mother’s name was Rebecca Parks.

She took a quick glance into the plate and looked away sullenly. "Won't you eat? Oh I see, you're handcuffed...hahaha."I moved behind her and untied the rope. I discovered that I had tied the rope too tightly, the rope had eaten into her skin. She rubbed her hand, trying to get blood circulation in her hand. I stubbed my cigarette, then told her: "Eat up", and then walked out of the room, making sure to lock the door after me. VANESSA

Brian's face brightened, and he took her hand as they made their way towards a back door. Finding solace near the pool, they settled at the edge. The woman, dressed in an elegant black bodycon dress with long sleeves, lifted the hem slightly to dip her leg into the pool, refreshing herself. Removing her hat and glasses, she let her luscious hair cascade down her shoulders, revealing her face. It was Rosa. Feeling the chill in the air, Rosa turned to Brian, a playful glimmer in her eyes. "It's quite cold, isn't it? Would you like to join me?"

“This is absurd! I will not let this happen. Not while I’m still breathing.” She jabbed a number on the speed dial. “Yes, ma’am?” Mrs. Park’s voice filtered through the speaker. “Come to my office. Now.” Rosa’s voice was ice. The moment the phone hit the table, the door swung open and Mrs. Park entered briskly. “You sent for me, ma’am?” “Yes. Cancel all my appointments for the next few months, and book me a flight to Paris.” “For you? Right now?” Annoyed, Rosa snapped, “Yes, for me. And right this second. Get moving!”

"You do." James straightened. "Good," he said. Rosa came in from the garden at nine-fifteen. She was eighty-nine years old. This was a fact that required stating plainly because the plainness was part of what it meant — not eighty-nine in the diminished sense, not eighty-nine apologetically, but eighty-nine in the way of a woman who had spent thirty-one years in a wilderness of necessary invisibility and had arrived at the other side of it with the specific intention of using every available year fully and without reservation.