When Did Rose From Titanic Die Novels & Stories

“I’ve fulfilled that task, and I’m here to receive my balance.” Scarlett’s lips curved into a slow, approving smile. “How did you kill her?” Rose didn’t hesitate. “She was caught up in a battle that left her in a coma. It wasn’t supposed to be life-threatening, but I injected her with cyanide while she was still in the hospital. Made it look like she suffered from internal injuries.” Scarlett’s breath caught for a moment, the brilliance of the deception sinking in. She turned to Victor, her voice sharp with demand. “Have you confirmed this?”

“Wait, what!? What the fuck do you mean Rose is Lillian? Lillian is fucking dead, she died two years ago from lung cancer, you have her death certificate, her doctor confirmed her death.” I laughed, my legs crossing over as I massaged my temple. “That’s why he’s the first person I am going to kill when I get back,” I informed him. “Lillian didn’t die, she most likely faked her death with help from Emilio. I’ve always found it odd that the media and everyone else only found out about her death after she was buried but I cast that aside because I was planning to dig out everything after I had collected the papers back.” I spoke.

"Leo, Heidi's dead! She died! Just forget about her!" Leo was stunned. He grabbed her shoulders and asked incredulously, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Holding her head high, Rosalie countered loudly. "It's not nonsense. She's really dead. She died of lung cancer. I attended her funeral this morning!" Leo didn't believe her. Pulling her along, he walked out. He drove her to my grave. It wasn't until he saw my photo on the tomb that he understood Rosalie was telling the truth. Dropping to his knees before my grave, he started bawling his eyes out like a child.

That they had been tricked. Caleb scoured the docks, looking everywhere—and finally, he stopped. And his heart stopped within him. There, lying before him, was Rose. Dead. There was no way, he knew, that Rose would have ever left Jade’s side. Unless something had happened to Jade. Caleb searched again, and there, in the darkness, he saw the outline of a body. The body of a small boy, lying on the stone. He felt his entire world collapse around him. He felt himself die inside.

Rose’s smile sharpened, almost instinctively “You remind Liam of someone.” She said, lifting her glass. “Someone he used to know.” My hand stilled mid-air. “We don’t talk about her anymore,” Rose added, taking a slow sip from her glass of wine. “Poor girl. Died in an accident.” She slouched a bit. The air was thick with tension. “Rose, that’s no way to speak,” Kabir muttered sharply beside her. Rose turned to him, irritation flashing. “Why are you so bothered?”

Demetria’s bones were mysteriously broken, like a twig snapped into tiny pieces. And her whole body was like a carrion. No. It was not like a carrion. It was absolutely a carrion. It was as if the Black Peruvian Rose drained every inch of life and every ember of existence from Demetria Cruise. She can no longer be identified. Perhaps even how many multiple autopsies will be conducted, no one will know the cause of her death. “Hmm, it’s really true to what the Blood Mistress said. The Black Peruvian Rose can definitely kill and suck out the life of heathens, vampires, and werewolves...”

Caine asked as they both kept walking. “Last I heard, he died in a motor accident.” Rose said, without any ounce of sympathy or feelings. Caine stopped and looked at her for a while before he continued in his tracks. He was a little baffled, how she talked about her mom made him believe that she was a little spoiled princess. “Are you surprised?” Rose asked when she noticed the stunned expression in his face. “I thought a little though, just figured maybe you guys aren't on good terms and that is very understandable.” Caine replied without meeting her gaze.

The goodbye. Then the monitor released a long continuous tone. The sound echoed throughout the room. Final. Permanent. Heartbreaking. Rose was gone. --- The scream that tore from Chloe's throat shattered everyone present. Liam caught her immediately. Wrapping his arms around her as her entire body shook with grief. Tears streamed endlessly down her face. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't process. Rose was gone. After everything. After surviving captivity. After surviving surgery. After saving her life.

Harry survived. But she didn't. "How did this happen to her?" I asked, turning to Harry through my sobs. Harry sighed before answering. "Not long after you were kidnapped, the police found us. Rose was already unconscious when she was brought to the hospital." I could hear his voice trembling slightly. "She was in the ICU for a day before you were found, and she passed away last night." He stood beside the metal table, looking at Rose for several moments before lowering his head. The chaos from that day immediately came rushing back.

As soon as my name came out of the bastard’s mouth, Alpha Caelum started pounding his hips forward once more. “She’s beneath me, Gideon. Enjoying my cock as I fuck her lovingly,” he replied. Lovingly. I might have cringed at the word, but I found myself smiling instead. “Speak to me, stepson, and Lilly Farrow will listen to whatever you have to say beneath me.” He positioned the phone above our bodies and put it on speaker mode so that Gideon would hear the clashing of our bodies loudly and clearly on his end. We both heard him sigh as if in surrender. “Rose is dead.”