Luigi Rosalina Novels & Stories

He asked a maid that was passing by. “She's in the dining hall, sir.” Luigi dismissed her, and fixed his appearance, before heading in the direction of the dining hall. He walked inside, and there she was. Olivia. His cousin’s porcelain bride. His new obsession wrapped in silk and sadness. She was staring blankly at the food that was set before her. So deep was she in her thoughts that she did not even notice his presence. Luigi walked in with confidence and practiced charm, but beneath the surface, desire slithered like a serpent. He planned to get close to her in the guise of a trusted friend, then take things from there.

And time stopped. There she was. Rosalinda. She was smiling across a dinner table, her eyes bright, her hand caught in his hands. Don Salvatore de Luca. My blood turned to ice, then quickly to fire. There was another photo, this one taken outside a building. Close to Salvatore’s car. In it, Rosa was walking toward it, her daughter pulling back from him in a way that almost made me smile. I crushed the photo in my hand angrily. “Where did these come from?” I said, my voice barely holding together.

And Flavio would never kill Giovanni, Riccardo was there to stop him. "We are not your slaves, we are an independent mafia family, you wouldn't decide anything for us. We can make our own decisions," Rosalina hissed who was sitting silently the whole time. She was burning in rage that He didn't even glance at her. She was far more beautiful than his wife and Cara who He glanced at twice at this table. She wanted to have him just once before she married Killian. He had insulted her and now she didn't want anything more than to ruin his married life with that waitress before settling forever with Killian and mocking Aaron for his ruined marriage.

My back straightened as I tried to scurry away but he pulled me right back in. Before anybody could say anything Rosa spoke in her sweetly sick honey voice, "It wasn't like that. She was just telling us about her experience in Giannini Cor…" She tried to play the role of a good friend hiding the mistake of her dear friend in a way it was obvious. Before she could end her speech Luca cut her off, "Aren't you the Ginori's girl?" Rosa's eyes sparkled at being recognized and she immediately put on her best smile and continued in a shy manner, "Ye-Yes, I am Rosabella. We met in…"

Every detail seemed to confirm my suspicions about Damien, revealing him to be even more unscrupulous than I’d thought. I finally lifted my gaze from the files, locking eyes with Rosaline. She met my gaze with an expressionless stare. My mind raced. “Rosaline...” I murmured, her name barely audible, trying to memorize the name that had granted me such favor. “Why? Why help me to ruin the man you once loved?” was all I could muster.

I bumped through the door, my eyes instantly landing on Rocco who stood firmly, his hands crossed behind his back as he guarded the door to the toilets. He sent a slight nod in the direction of the toilet door, and I wasted no time in swinging that shit open and slamming it shut. “Lucien” Maria squealed, placing her hand across her heart in fright. “You fucking scared me” she hissed, and I closed my eyes inhaling the scent of her perfume deeply, I had to compose myself and I must do it quickly because I was about to fuck up all the progress that I had worked so fucking hard on. That Italian prick.

he said, his voice steady, though the words felt like they might falter. Silvio turned slowly, his sharp blue eyes locking unto Damian’s. He stubbed out his cigarette on a small dish beside him "What have you found?" Damian walked forward and handed him the envelope "She isn't Rosa, Don. She's Jia Ottavio, married to Enzo Ottavio" Silvio's jaw clenched, his hand curled into a fist, but his expression remained cool, almost detached. He opened the envelope and scanned the papers quickly. Damian's voice cut through the silence again.

Rosaria teases his cousin as Connor scratches his nape. “Thank you so much for your compliment. I am Connor Carter Vozinelik, my cousins.” Luigino speaks up to catch their mere attention. “I don’t know your name, young man. However, I am your uncle, Luigino Walsh Russo. The second son of your grandfather, Lorenzo.” “These are my beautiful daughters: Amadea Morata, Rosaria Cucci and Alessandra Venutri Russo. I hope you all get along with each other because Amedea is the oldest, but she is still twenty-six years old.”

But they still haven’t informed Rosaline about it. Rosaline was now working as a designing engineer in Tim Corporation in Paris. It was a company which produces luxurious and ravishing models of commercial cars. It was the second largest car manfacturing company of Europe. Her boss was highly impressed by her skills and talents. Rosaline was a very intelligent and hardworking girl. She always craved for working in an automobile sector so when she got recruited here, she worked with all her might and her skills were highly commendable as she nailed every design.