Novel & Cerita The Reclaimed Rose

“You can’t exile me! I have the strongest recovery potion! “I’ll hand everything over to the Alliance if you don’t exile me!” Claude let out a mocking laugh and produced the so-called recovery potion Rose was boasting about. “Your formula was stolen from Claire. It’s nothing more than a defective product.” Rose’s lips trembled as she tightly grabbed Leon. “Didn’t you say you’d protect me for life? “Leon, do something!” However, Leon ignored her completely. No longer wanting to look at Rose, I ordered someone to have her thrown out. After Rose was gone, Leon looked at me. “Claire, I’m sorry. I misunderstood you.”

With flowers and time and public claiming and consistent effort. Tomorrow I'd stop being the scared version of myself and start being the mate Rose deserved. However long it took. Whatever it took. Rose was my mate. My gift from the Moon Goddess. My future. And I was done wasting that. Starting tomorrow. With night-blooming jasmine and honest effort. Building what I'd almost destroyed before it even began. **TO BE CONTINUED...** ---

I had known this going in, I had consulted, in the specific and practical way I approached problems that required expertise I didn't have, a woman who knew roses, who had looked at the photographs I gave her of the original garden and who had been specific and honest about the limitations of recreating it, who had told me that she could come close but not all the way, that the particular and original quality of a garden that had been tended by a specific person over a specific number of years was not entirely transferable, that what I could have was a very good approximation of the thing rather than the thing itself. I had said: as close as you can get. She had gotten close. The roses were d

The conservatory felt alive with possibility and tension as the group gathered once more. The glass dome above filtered the soft afternoon light, painting the winter roses in gentle hues of gold and pale blue. Their petals had begun to shift in unexpected patterns — silver and gold intertwining with threads of deep crimson, as if the manor itself was reflecting the torn pieces of the old First Pact. The sweet floral scent mingled with the crisp winter air seeping through a cracked pane, a reminder that even ancient patterns could be rewritten.

I broke eye contact, fixing my attention back on the floor, trying to ignore the unasked questions in his eyes. "Don’t you think some flowers would make Mama look even prettier, Dad?" Alan made the suggestion, grabbing roses from the hall's decoration. Alan’s enthusiasm warmed my heart, giving this celebration a lightness that lifted my spirits. It had been so long since my father-in-law had thrown a party like this. "Daddy, why are you standing there?" Alan insisted, still holding the flowers. "Help Mama with these!" Victor stepped forward and tentatively placed the roses in my hair. His touch was gentle, deliberate. I caught our reflection in the mirror, with Alan smiling beside us, and fo

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

My heart sank to my chess and I started to panic now. I knew Adam. If he was saying these words then he definitely meant it. "Ha....haha....haha..." I laughed coldly with tears in my eyes. "Have you finally gone mad?" Adam sneered at me. "You're really ...you're really dumb if you think that Selena is here to get back together with you! Do you even know who she is now?! She's my uncle's long lost daughter! She came back with her son because she wanted to take back her daughter! You can't fight against my uncle, Adam! You're done for!"

“ Alright. Hopefully I get to be free after this…” “ I'm sorry you had to go through all of this. Really sorry, Hazel.” She shakes her head, fighting back a tear. “ Maybe it was never meant to be.” Having that at the back of her mind, she returned home and pulled out the documents Piper had used in the acquisition of the shares of the Sullivan group of companies. “ It's just a matter of time now, granny. You have taken a lot from me. I'm coming to take it all back.”

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he