Season 2 Of Rosewood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But their show of affection was soon cut short, when we heard footfalls coming down the stairs. “What’s happening here?” The sophisticated and elegant Mrs. Rosewood, Ignacio’s mother, and lady of the house appeared on top of the staircase. Mrs. Rosewood’s appearance is stern. Her eyes are chink, and her high cheekbones equalled her to a few elites, who won’t accept no as an answer.

As I am about to shift us so I can see her face, Rose picks up my hand and kisses my palm. “Just let me get to the bathroom… please? I can’t watch you go. It will break me. Thank you for everything, Tyson. I’ve cherished every second we’ve had together.” Rose says in a whisper, her voice cracking at the end. She quickly gets up and picks up her shirt from the floor and puts it on. She keeps her back to me the whole time and now I see them, her scars. She has large, thick scars on her back that travel down into her shorts. My daze finally clears, and I realize she thinks I’m leaving her. She thinks her story is bad enough to drive me away. “NO! She thinks we don’t want her now, Tyson! Go, go

They wondered who sent the dishes earlier as a favor if Zac didn't know Jackson. Did he do it in Rose's favor? It was impossible—she was a fallen heiress with no formal job. She couldn't possibly wield such influence. On the other hand, Zac caught up to Rose when she was leaving Gourmet Haven. Jonathan had driven away with her and headed to Zenwood Gardens. Throughout the journey, Rose remained silent. It wasn't until they arrived at Zenwood Gardens that she finally spoke. "I want to drink." Jonathan cast a glance at her and left in resignation. A few minutes later, he returned with a few cans of beer. Rose was cuddling her knees and curling up on the sofa.

However, he promptly turned away, not looking at the stacks of my possessions sitting in the backyard as he snorted coolly, "Don't give me that crap. Or are you taking her side? If she could leave so quickly, why should I be considerate toward her?!" "Burn them all!" - After the inferno died came a raging downpour. With the nourishment from the ashes of my possessions and my corpse, the black roses bloomed devilishly, albeit with a faint stench. I only felt exasperated—after a month since my death, love and hate no longer concerned me. However, I was tied to this world by a grudge, preventing me from reincarnating. But John didn't care if I lived… In fact, he was sitting in his study, taking

She pushed a lump down her throat. "Now Alice, you tell me." I heaved. "What has been going on here?" She drove into the town and my eyes wandered out of the window. The forest was a desert filled with dead, lifeless trees. The streets were as silent as a graveyard, forgotten. Most of the buildings were broken and glass shattered. War had left Rosewood in ruins. You couldn't escape the ghastly sight of the war-torn town. And the fact that it was all because of Ezra made my blood boil. I turned to Alice and she realized the sight of it all had already answered my question. All she did was heave a sigh.

Chapter 11: Rose had some pondering to do as she and Sean rode back to the estate. Mr. Edwards promised to contact her once he does some research of his own. Now that he has the Queen’s blessing - albeit very quietly- he can access some items and areas that he wouldn’t normally have the resources for.

The city blurred by, but all I could see was Kyle’s reflection in the glass—cold, detached, and utterly frustrating. “Stop acting like you know me,” I bit out. “You don’t.” “Oh, I know enough,” he said with a smirk. “I know that you’re playing a dangerous game, Rosewood. And that sooner or later, it’s going to catch up to you.” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. He was right. Everything was spiraling out of control, and I didn’t know how to stop it. But I wasn’t going to let Kyle see that. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

and it spelt trouble. Ava straightened slightly but she didn’t speak. Rose walked closer with her heels clicking softly against the floor, drawing attention. By now People were already watching and Rose knew it,that was what she wanted. She stopped in front of Ava, her gaze sweeping over her as she said, “I must say,” Rose began, her tone dripping with false sweetness, “you’ve become quite the topic these days.” Ava said nothing,her fingers tightened around her phone. Rose tilted her head and continued, “Destroying your former fiancé’s company out of jealousy? That’s… ambitious.”

LIAM’S POV Rosewood City was usually known for its crisp weather. But for some reason, the every moment that my legs stepped down from the plane, all I could feel was suffocation, which normally would make no sense, I mean the sun was bright, the city had strict laws on pollution and so the air was clean. But it was not just about the weather, or the clean streets, or vibrant trees, no, it was more about the fact that this was the city that Anika almost lost her life.

Alessia's POV The steering wheel of the pickup was scorching hot as another beam crashed down onto the hood, and the thick smoke from the burning oil vats was filling the entire loading bay so fast that I couldn't even see the front bumper of Lucien’s van through the windshield. The new headlights coming through the back orchard meant Rossi was sending his secondary line to seal our rear flank before Paolo could even clear the wrecked flatbed from the main driveway, and our boys were down to their last two boxes of rifle cartridges while the southern shooters were already advancing across the irrigation ditch with fresh magazines.