Rosemarie Hathaway Novels & Stories

“Okay.” Charlie went to Isaac’s office together with Isaac, and Isaac opened the door first. At this moment, there was a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties who only had one arm sitting on the sofa inside the office. This woman was none other than Rosalie’s biological mother, Yashita Harker.

she suggested. She agreed and slowly sat up. Mrs. Rosemarie exchanged positions with Mary. She looked at the pearl-white face of Everly. "She's really beautiful," she commented softly. Mary heard that and smiled. "I know. She's so pretty that I sometimes mistook her for a princess. There are still times when I get mesmerized by her face." Mrs. Rosemarie took a clean towel and carefully wiped Everly's face. "How long were you working for her?"

Rose screamed angrily. “I didn't go missing on my wedding day. Felix gave me a huge amount of money to leave. You, Benita James, were his real bride from the start. The name on the marriage registration is Benita James, not Rose Fred. The only reason the media and the world think I'm his bride is because of his grandmother. Felix wasn't just fooling the media; he was fooling you alongside his grandmother!”

"Yes, home. Rosemary, you've been unconscious for almost three weeks. We were so worried about you." Rosemary stared at Maya like she didn't understand. "Three weeks? But I was just... there were rogues and Luna and Derek and..." Maya looked worried. "Rosemary, what are you talking about? Who are Luna and Derek?" Before Rosemary could answer, a young woman in a white dress came into the room carrying a glass of water. "Miss Rosemary, you're awake!" the woman said happily. "I'm Sarah, one of the house maids. You must be very thirsty."

Chapter 10 — The Hawthornes Her mind was still frazzled from the conversation with her parents as she watched their limo leave the chapel grounds when she felt a hand wrap around her arm. She turned sharply and was met face to face with the woman she had seen inside at the front pews where Jaxon’s family was seated. A woman she realized was Naomi Hawthorne. World-renowned philanthropist, former Miss World, Miss USA, and famous pageant who once walked a runway with even more famous runway models just to raise money for a charity course.

I gave her first aid and treated her. Tonight, I'll cook dinner," I stated. But you are not strong. I'm okay , Daisy, I'll prepare something easy for us. I then left before she could say anything. **************************** She was Maris Graves, one of the most highly respected women in New York. She had never imagined feeling threatened by someone as disgusting as Kate. She didn’t like Sienna, and she wasn’t fond of Kate either but right now, Kate earned her hatred far more than Sienna ever could.

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

Salome’s POV "That's her," Callum whispered, his gaze snagging on a woman across the deck. She was striking in a way that felt like a warning. Her hair was a sharp, dark bob that hit just above her shoulders, framing a face that looked carved from marble. She wore a black satin slip dress that caught the moonlight, hugging a frame that screamed poise and authority. She didn't just occupy the room; she owned the air inside it. Callum didn't wait for me to ask. He was already moving toward her. "Rita Bush," he muttered under his breath, his voice tight. "She runs the Washington branch."

Cass moved in front of her, his body blocking hers, his eyes already gold. Who is it? he called. A woman's voice. Soft. Familiar. It's your mother, Luan. Open the door. Luan's blood went cold. She pushed past Cass and unbolted the door. Her mother stood on the cabin steps. Regina Hale was fifty-two but looked seventy. Her hair was thin and grey. Her skin was papery. Her eyes were the same brown as Luan's, but hollowed out, empty, like someone had scooped out the inside and left the shell.

She would get soaked if it rained heavily later, and Demi didn't have an umbrella. He hurried towards the newspaper office, feeling joyful about seeing Demi Moore soon, unaware of the unexpected events about to unfold... Mary Wickes held a bouquet of pale white roses in the wedding car. Her naturally beautiful face now shone with even more radiance. It was said that a girl is most beautiful on her wedding day, which was undoubtedly true. She smiled happily, turning her head to look at Tom Hulce.