Ruby Rose With Wife Novels & Stories

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

, I begged in-between laughter and tears. "That's not good enough rose" he smirked, flashing his beautifully dimpled cheeks at me. "Mom! Dad!! Help..Please..Royce stop!! I'm sorry." I begged, writhing underneath him like a worm. "Whose the boss Roselle??" he asked shooting me an evil grin. "You are. You're the boss Royce..please stop" I begged trying to pry his fingers off my ribs. "I can't hear you" he shouted, feigning to be deaf

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

I could tell he found it difficult to do so because he never owed anyone an explanation but he just had to play nice because I was his wife. I nodded curtly and without a word, I sat down. The meal was served by Rosa and some other maids. I had met Rosa and Walter separately but I knew they were married and they sure made a cute old couple. Rosa exuded a very motherly aura even with the almighty Damien.

She told her. Rosy scoffs at Mrs. Williams' words. “There is nothing wrong in having another wiman assisting me in taking care of my Alex. No matter how much she try, she can't take my Alex from me...” She remarked, overwhelmed with self confidence. Mrs. Williams snickered at Rosy's confidence. “Too bad for you, Rosy, they've both gotten married a few days ago —and now you are at loss! There is noth...” Rosy did not give Mrs. Williams the chance to complete her statement before cutting the cut abruptly.

Chapter 83 “What do you just say? I’m not pretty?” Rose scoffed, interrupting the two. “Do you know who my husband is?” She foamed in anger. “Being pretty has nothing to do with your husband. It’s just five words; you are not pretty, miss.” Ryan said more to her face. Rose became more furious. She felt it was her husband's party, and she was supposed to look the best. However, Sharon had taken her glow, and everyone was admitting it.

Rose clenched her fist. "You're trying to go back to that man who marries you for his interest. Who is in love with his girlfriend? You are his wife and he wants a child from her girlfriend." Rose said while crying but she is feeling so much anger that she can kill anyone. Rose goes home. Open the wardrobe and packed her bag. She looked at her ring she pull out the ring and place it on the nightstand and leave the house.