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She ruminated without any hope. Rosalie was curious about her mother's response and how she would act. Given how much time and care she had taken into making her look like a doll, you would think that she would be pleased with her bagging and Alpha. No, she would kill her just as well. Her parents were strict. 'Ugh! Why Rosalie? Why did you have to be such a wanton?’ As Rosalie lathered up the shampoo in her hair, the water streamed down in rivulets wiping away his aroma, and she sighed with frustration. She was missing Alex.

“Good. Very good. I told you that girl would never last. Her happiness is just fickle, a little breeze can end it. She really wanted to live better than us? Once the bank we owe comes. She will lose the Grey company if her new clothes don't sell well.” Orla lowered the phone, still smiling. Then…. A hand touched her back. She froze. “Was it fun?” The voice was calm and sounded sweet. “Yes,” Orla said instinctively, still smiling until she turned. Her breath caught and her face was drained of color. Her legs almost gave out as she held her phone tightly. She immediately ended the call. Rosalie stood behind her. Tall and Poised as always. Rosalie's temperament is always like she is superior to

reading her thoughts again he answered her once again . " Stop reading my mind !you jerk!" she snapped her teeth at him and he grinned " I can't do that , I care about you so much and you are my mate , what there for you to hide from me ?" " And you are mine " sneered Rosalie flinging her silvery hair behind her " If you so much as tried to entangle with another woman , I will make sure you know how delicious your testicles tastes " " Sure thing , baby " *******

Rosalie was renowned across the Lycan territories for her stunning beauty and graceful demeanor. She possessed striking features, porcelain skin, and an aura that drew admiration from everyone around her. Yet, in this moment, as the reality of Serenity's presence sank in, her face twisted with disgust and deep-seated resentment. Her blue eyes flashed with anger, the kind that simmered beneath the surface before erupting. "Why could she be with him?" Rosalie demanded, her voice sharp. "Has his curse been lifted?" "No idea," her friend answered honestly. "But if it has happened, you will be the first to be called."

In the evening, Rosalie and I returned home together. She wore a smug expression. "Hannah, so what if you can marry Jeffrey? You can get him, but not his heart. Oh, perhaps he doesn't even let you touch him." Without Jeffrey around, she finally stopped pretending to be innocent. "I can kill your mother and steal your beloved Jeffrey. Hannah, just wait and see. Everything that belongs to you will eventually be mine!" Rosalie thought she could provoke me, but I just glanced briefly at her. "I'm waiting for your show," I remarked casually before entering the house without another word.

He gritted her teeth and said, "Rosalie, don't try my patience. I do not get angry easily. But once I get angry, you will see my terrible form. Which will not be good for you at all. So tell me quickly without increasing my anger, what is the meaning of being so close with that boy? Who is he to you?" Rosalie said, "My life is my wish. I will be close with whoever I am happy with. Knowing this, what do you do? Listen, I am a girl of this age. You don't love me. So tell me will I sit and cry for you for the rest of my life? Even if you don't like me, many boys are lining up to get me. I will choose one of them. I will travel with him, I will have fun, I will do whatever I want. If necessary,

Emily nodded and looked at the tigress who was shoving all her dresses inside the suitcase harshly. "You can't go Rosaline" Rosaline immediately turned stiff after hearing her. Her movements seized abruptly. But suddenly a fire erupted inside her heart. She twisted her neck to her left and shot a death glare to Emily but Emily continued staring her coldly with her arms crossed over her chest. Rosaline glared her for a few seconds but then a mocking chuckle escaped her lips. She shook her head and gave her a taunting smile. "Why? Who would stop me? Xavier or his minions?"

Rosalie snapped with heavy sarcasm. "I…I didn't mean to, I was just." Layla began but was interrupted by Rosalie. "Oh shut your trap, I…didn't mean to, I was just, you were just stupid" Rosalie mimicked with all the hatred she could muster. "Am sorry" Layla tried apologizing so Rosalie could just stop with her taunting, today is a good day and she didn't want to ruin that. "You're always sorry, that's why you'll never be successful in your miserable life, I've told your father countless times, to destroy that laptop of yours, you're always writing, but nothing to show for it." Rosalie spat shooting deadly glares at her.

The surrounding chatter seemed to pause, and all eyes turned to us. I ignored her, my gaze fixed on Rocco. "Rocco, I'm not dead yet, and you're already letting your men call someone else Donna?" My voice wasn't loud, but it sliced through the jazz music. Rocco's hand, holding the wine glass, paused. He slowly turned around. The moment he saw me, a flash of pure astonishment crossed his cold eyes. But it was quickly replaced by that familiar, entitled arrogance. "Rosalie, don't be so petty. Vivian and I grew up together. The men are just trying to get on her good side."

"But you won't. Because you love Marcus. Which makes this whole situation a special kind of torture." Bella stood abruptly. "I can't do this." "I know. That's why I'm telling you now, while nothing's happened yet. Before we cross a line we can't come back from." Liam stood too. "I'm giving you fair warning, Bella. I'm not as strong as Ethan or as controlled as Devon. If you keep looking at me the way you're looking at me right now, I'm going to kiss you." Her breath caught. "I'm not looking at you any way."