Rosemarie Hathaway Novels & Stories

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

She was almost out of the room when Fiona said, "Be careful when you pick it up. It's a really expensive hat. I'm certain neither you nor your mistress has had one of its kind before." Zita shook her disappointingly and went to Fiona's room. Fiona made sure the coast was clear and smiled mischievously at Catherine. "So, you decided to stand in my way of getting married to Williams. Didn't you?" She asked rhetorically. Catherine looked at her blankly.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

Clearly, this woman is a seductress in her field! It took me a while to calm my heart down. My skill, which I hadn't used in a long time, was finally put to use, calming down my growing testosterone. "My name is Rosemarie Kaiser, and I came to take this year's exam. Our meeting must have been fate." While introducing herself, she smiled charmingly. It took me by surprise that this vixen is still performing? It was almost love at first sight, didn't it? I honestly believe, if we were to stand in front of her in a few years, she would be a knockout.

She had a smile living easily on her face, and I knew at that moment I would do anything to keep that smile there. My heart started to flutter as I became fully aware of my emotions. I was in love with my Alpha. I love Rosemarie Hathaway. So, yeah, she is going to be the death of me, and I'm okay with that.

I stood there and watched—watched as Chloe put on my wedding dress. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hand covering her mouth as she sobbed quietly. "Mickey, this feels like a dream. Pinch me. Please. Am I dreaming? Am I really wearing a wedding dress... for you?" His eyes were full of affection, but he held himself back. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, laced with longing and tenderness. "Yes, you are. Rose... you're beautiful." Chloe's eyes turned red as she looked up at him, hope flickering like flame.

“Mrs. Rosemary, please wake up… just for a moment.” Mila gently shook Rosemary’s pale body as she lay motionless on the bed. Rosemary blinked slowly, her eyes heavy and hollow. “Why should I wake up, Mila? The world out there doesn’t want me anymore.” Mila bit her lip, fighting back tears. “That’s not true. Look at this, Ma’am.” She lifted her phone and played a video. A wave of cheers and chatter burst from the screen: a famous celebrity was being interviewed on the red carpet. A dazzling gown sparkled on her figure, and when asked who her favorite designer was, she answered confidently:

Her lips slightly curling into a bitter smile. But it seemed like Rosemarie didn't notice it as she continued to add more salt to her wound. "It certainly is," Rosemarie agreed. "I am delighted to craft the dresses only for her. She has a body that everyone will envy. Every fabric suits her that matches her grey eyes!" Her gaze on me was sparkling. My eyes widened as I felt my cheeks heat up from her compliment. "Rosemarie... You humor me..." Feeling bashful, I bit the inside of my cheek and suddenly had the urge to hide my face.

She turned to Mason and said, "Mason, you probably don't know this, but in the early years, Terrence had an affair and even considered divorcing me. At that time, no one in high society respected me. "Once, at an event, I met Zoe. She was only 15 or 16 at the time but knew how to cheer people up. When she accompanied Terrence, she wore a beautiful dress and danced ballet in a quiet corner to lift my spirits. You don't know how long it had been since I had genuinely laughed. I was filled with despair." Rosemary finished speaking with a faint smile, "Forgive me for unloading on you." As she left, her figure looked lonely yet proud. Even though she held the position of Mrs. Abbott now and her h

“So I should thank the woman who destroyed my family? Who seduced my husband and stole my daughter away from me?” I stood there, tears blurring my vision as Lucas smiled for the cameras, cutting the cake with her, snapping photos with her, celebrating with her while I stood in the shadows like a ghost. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned to leave, ready to find peace, anywhere but not here. I was leaving the party when I heard. “Rose! Rose!” Someone called. I stopped. I looked back and I frowned when I saw Catherine. What does she want? Hasn't she done enough?