Rosemarie Hathaway Novels & Stories

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.

"Isabella, this is Katherine." Katherine’s breath caught in her throat as her mind scrambled to process the name. Isabella Seymour...? Her eyes widened, the realization crashing into her like a sudden wave. Of course. That’s why she had seemed so familiar—that striking red hair, the effortless confidence, the piercing blue eyes. She wasn’t just anyone. She was 'the' Isabella Seymour, the globally renowned actress, the woman whose face had been plastered across magazine covers, whose name carried power in Hollywood and beyond.

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

With a grunt of effort, she rolled Julian into the padded passenger seat. "Stay with me, Julian," she commanded, her voice raw. "That’s an order from your wife." Julian’s eyes flickered open, a ghost of a smirk touching his bloodied lips. "Always... so bossy... Rose." She gunned the engine. The boat sliced through the dark Mediterranean waves, leaving the burning coast behind. But as the adrenaline began to fade, the weight of her choice settled in her chest. The ledger—the multibillion-dollar leverage she had destroyed to save him—was gone.

I said quickly, desperately, “my boss might recognize you and he’ll notice…people will talk. They’ll notice you’re a totally different person from me, please go without makeup even if you have to wear the skirt… just go without makeup..I beg you.” Blaire crossed my arms and tilted my head, smiling slowly like a cat who just caught a mouse. “Ohhh… look at Rose…so desperate.” She giggled. “I love this.”

I continued, "Just now, when you said you hadn't realized until today that you loved me—that was the exact moment I stopped loving you. I've waited three years. I've collected too much disappointment. And a lifetime is far too long. I no longer have the strength to endure your sudden love today and your sudden indifference tomorrow." He staggered back, his voice breaking. "Catelyn, I regret it… Give me a chance to make it right, please?" I shook my head firmly. "I am his only rose, the one he holds closest to his heart. And the feeling of being truly cherished is something I can't bear to let go of." I looked him in the eye and spoke sincerely, "George, I wish you one thing—that you never mi

Hathaway said ambitiously. “Miss, are you thinking…" Jones started. "With such a big piece of meat, who wouldn't want a bite?" Hathaway replied. Ever since she found out about this, she had been trying to get close to Janna Rhoads. But Janna Rhoads has been behind the scenes for the past twenty years, rarely appearing in public. Unexpectedly, Armie Country arrived suddenly. "With the help of the Rhoads family, Darwin can be firmly bound to me," Hathaway said, emphasizing each word.

She glances at him in suspicion and nods unhappily. Soon, Rosalie entered the living room. Rosalie Farwell, the current head of the Farwell family, is a vision of calculated elegance, even at seventy-eight. She wore a floor-length emerald-green dress that shimmered like silk under the fading sunlight. The fabric clung to her slight frame with the ease of money spent without thought.

Marisa Darcywas wearing a Chanel limited edition light curry dress, which made her whole person gentle. When she saw Emma Rosy, Marisa Darcy smiled, "Emma Rosy, you're finally here." Emma Rosy stiffened, her hands clutching the bag, her stubbornness and pride would not let her bow her head in front of Marisa Miller. Emma Rosy bit her lip, turned around and walked away.

Elara said humbly, "I shouldn't take the credit. If James Osborne didn't cause a scene that day, he still would've failed if he'd insisted on expelling Merida." The parents and teachers were really grateful for Elara as they had been putting up with James for a long time. "Elara!" Rosalie called out while holding Paisley's hand and walking to Elara with a smile. Harold was walking behind Rosalie. Rosalie had pale makeup on, and her eyebrows looked thin. She was wearing a thick fur coat and holding an Hérmes handbag. She also had a pendant that cost more than five million dollars to go with her coat. Previously, she even took it out to show it off to Elara back at the Fisher residence.