Rosalie Who would have ever thought, in a thousand years that I'd be sitting at the park and having a picnic with my boss?Not me.It's getting late, and the park is almost empty. Although, It's not as if we showed up early either. Ever since Nicholas told me he liked me, three days ago I have been avoiding him. I know it was unprofessional and cowardly of me but I couldn't care less. The man I'd spent so long crushing on was now giving me the attention I once craved immensely. And all it took was for me to quit my job.It feels surreal."No, Natalia isn't in love with me. Besides we both know the only reason we're married was just because my grandfather wanted to help out his friend. If we're been honest we both know she's more in love with my black card and the endless shopping sprees." Nicholas says explaining his marital situation.My expression saddens me, "Why would your grandfather do that to you? Forcing you into a loveless marriage? That's mean." The words are out of my
Rosalie I smile as I lean back in my desk chair and scroll through the photos I took with Grams. I’ve been going to see her every other day after work, and she seems to be doing so much better. Her new nurses are kind and incredibly professional, going as far as sending me hourly updates about her. It’s such a relief to know that she’s in good hands. I owe it all to Nicholas and his team. He provided a team of nurses to take care of Gram. We've been spending as much time as we can together, and he always makes sure to ask about her. Apparently, he and Grams seem to have talked the day he crashed my date. I wonder how he was able to know all those things about me. Well, apart from the sudoku part. Anyone can tell that. He told me he called Grams and told her how he felt about me. She told him about my hobbies. And now because of Grams, he knows I refer to him as the Devil himself.I smirk and bite down on my lip as my thoughts turn to him. He truly seems to be trying his best to b
Rosalie I walk out of the restroom after washing my hands and drying it. I make sure my face doesn't have evidence of my earlier breakdown.I seem to have been doing that a lot lately since Nicholas noticed me more.As I make my way back to my office, I remember the way Natalia's eyes flashed as she turned around and walked into his office, her gaze focused on me for a moment before she slammed the door closed behind her. There’s no way he can call the marriage off without informing her father first, but I wish he could. I wish he had just told her that they were through.As I walk into my office Nicholas calls for me before I can take a seat. I walk into his office, watch Nicholas, and clench my jaw. “Would you like me to make a dinner reservation for you two, darling? Or shall I send her another hundred roses?”Nicholas bites back a smile, his gaze suddenly far warmer than it was before. “Come here, Rosalie.”I push off the wall and walk toward him, my anger boiling over. He chuckl
Rosalie As I made my way home from Grams' place, my mind was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. I couldn't help but feel both happy and conflicted about my feelings for Nicholas. The guilt weighed heavily on my heart because he was married, but at the same time, thinking of being with him brought me so much happiness. I decided not to tell Grams about Nicholas, knowing she would ask if he and I were dating. I didn't have the heart to tell her the truth, afraid of disappointing her. I didn't want her to see me as a homewrecker and a disappointment. So, I brushed it off and assured her that we were just good friends.As I approached my front door, something felt off. It was unlocked, which was unusual. But I didn't think much of it and stepped inside. That's when everything turned into a nightmare. After stepped in and locked the door behind me, out of nowhere, I was struck from behind, and the world went dark brieflyWhen I regained consciousness, I found myself on the floor and
Nicholas I was sitting at my desk, going through the contract I signed with Natalia's father. Trying to focus was tough though, with thoughts of Rosalie clouding my mind. I have to deal with this wannabe before whoever he is, ruins my chances with Rosalie. The only reason why she even gave me a chance to take her out twice a week is because she's convinced no one knows about us. I never told her about this unknown person because I assumed I'd have handled the fucker and forgotten him in the past.But now, I think he's a threat.Just as I was about to give in and tell Harper to find out who sent that creepy image of Rosalie at the ATM, my phone rang, totally increasing my already ruined mood.I answered the call all angry and agitated, ready to give the person on the other end a piece of my mind. "Hello," the voice was calm. "Is this Mr. Nicholas?" The woman asked."Yeah, this is Nicholas," I snapped. "Hi, how are you?" I was about to snap at the person for delaying, but then, a
Nicholas As soon as we arrived at the hospital, I wasted no time in getting the doctors to attend to Rosalie immediately. I couldn't bear to see her in pain. Once I was assured that she was being attended to, I asked Maverick to help me pick up her family so they could come see her. But when he returned, he only had her grandmother with him. Grams looked worried, "Oh, my sweet child." She exclaims after she lays eyes on Rosalie. There's a bandage across her head, her hair lays scattered around her face. Her lips were dry and she looked like she was asleep, but the small cuts on her face and arms explained otherwise. I moved to stand beside her grandmother," She's going to be okay, Mary." I assured her and myself.Just then the doctor walked in, with his clipboard in hand. "Doctor, how is she doing?" Mary asks hastily. I was worried for her health too. I can't imagine the toll it must be taking to see her grandchild in this state.Fuck, now that I'm thinking about it, I shouldn't
Rosalie I slowly opened my eyes, feeling disoriented and groggy. The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room made my head throb even more. As I winced in pain, someone rushed to my side. I could tell it was a male because of the rough hands, and his worried eyes searching mine."Rosalie, stay calm," he whispered soothingly, gently holding my hand. "You're in the hospital. There was an incident at your place." His words bring back memories but they're just flashesConfusion washed over me as my vision cleared, revealing the familiar faces of my grandmother, Anna, and Nicholas. But there were also two other men standing beside the door, their expressions filled with concern.These are Nicholas's brothers.What the hell is happening?"What happened?" I asked, my voice trembling. "And why is everyone here?""Hello, Rosalie. I'm Ares, and this is Maverick," he points to the third brother. "How are you feeling?" One of Nicholas's brothers asks."I...uh, like I've been hit in the
Rosalie The doctor finally cleared me for discharge after running another set of numerous tests. I made sure to call Grams and tell her about the latest update; I'm leaving the hospital. I finally asked Anna if my parents and brother had come back during the time I was sleeping."Rosalie, they didn't come at all," Anna said gently. I could see the pity and hurt she felt for me written all over her face.I sputtered, "That's not possible. Did anyone tell them what happened?" I knew that was a stupid question. But I refused to believe they would do this to me."I arrived a few minutes after Grams and I heard her telling Mr. Sinclair that she called and texted three of them numerous times, but didn't get any replies. She said she had no idea where they've been." My heart sinks at the news. If Grams has no idea where they are that means she was alone at home. I remember leaving her at home with my brother before I left. I know we all agreed that they wouldn't leave her on her own at home
Rosalie A year had passed since the whirlwind of my tour ended, and now I stood at the threshold of a new chapter in my life. Nicholas and I had returned home, and I couldn’t help but reflect on how far we had come. I remembered the day I announced my engagement to Anna, her face lighting up with joy as she squealed and pulled me into a tight embrace. “Oh my gosh, Rosalie! You’re getting married!” she had exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. We had laughed and cried and laughed again while we watched romcom and drank ice cream, feeling a warmth in my heart that I had never known before. After that, I had rushed to visit Grams to share the news. I could still picture how her face would lighten up and what she would say if she was here, her eyes glistening with tears of happiness. “Oh, my sweet Rosie, I always knew you’d find someone special,” she would say, her voice filled with pride. I had told her everything—the proposal, the plans, and how Nicholas had swept me o
Rosalie It's been a month since Nicholas proposed to me. We decided to keep it a surprise from everyone until after I was done touring. At first, I didn't know how Anna was going to feel about Nicholas and I getting back together, and I told him about it. That was until he told me how she had come to his office and gave him the longest and most useful pep talk of his life. He also kept his word and followed me to work and waited every single day. And the gifts never stopped even though we were back together.The tour ended with a grand exhibition attended by the movers and shakers of oak view’s art world. The exhibition took place in a big hall, and every photgrapher had their own section in the pop-up gallery.It was exhilarating, nerve-wracking, and utterly surreal.I stared at my little slice of heaven and the people passing through it, dressed to the nines and examining each piece with what I hoped were admiring eyes.I’d grown by leaps and bounds as a photographer over the
Nicholas That’s Scorpio.” Rosalie pointed to a spot in the sky. “Do you see it?”I followed her gaze toward the constellation. It looked like any other cluster of stars.“Mmmhmm. Looks great.”She turned her head and narrowed her eyes. “Do you really see it, or are you lying?”“I see stars. Lots of them.”Rosalie huffed out a half groan, half laugh. “You’re hopeless, Nicholas.”“I told you, I’m not and never will be an astronomy expert. I’m just here for the view and the company.” I kissed the top of her head.We lay on a pile of blankets and cushions outside our glamping resort in Caravans Desert, one of the top stargazing destinations. After all the shit that’d gone down last month, this was the perfect place to reset now that she has given me another chance. So I brought her to this resort six days ago. We’d spent the past four days hiking volcanoes, luxuriating in hot springs, and exploring sand dunes. My assistant had nearly keeled over with shock when I told her I was
Rosalie My dates with Nicholas had been really successful. And he lived up to his promise-slash-threat of showing up every. Single. Day. He was there in the morning when I left for my fellowship, usually with a vanilla latte and blueberry scone—my favorites. He was there to walk me home after my daily photography time. Other times, especially when I was with other people or exploring the city on the weekends, he was less conspicuous, but he was there. I felt his presence even though I couldn’t see him.I never thought Nicholas Sinclair would become my stalker, but there we were.On top of that, gifts arrived every day. By the boatload.By the end of the first week, my apartment looked like I was opening an indoor garden. I donated everything to a local hospital—the roses of every color, the vivid purple orchids and sweet white lilies, the cheerful sunflowers and delicate peonies.By the end of the second week, I owned enough jewelry to make the Duchess of Cambridge green with env
Rosalie After our date, the gifts didn't stop. They kept coming. By the end of the third week, I was knee-deep in gourmet chocolates, gift baskets, and custom-made desserts. I didn’t care about fancy jewels or flowers, so those gifts didn’t matter to me. It was the little things that tore holes in my heart—the red velvet cupcakes that spelled out I’m Sorry; a rare, vintage Japanese camera I’d searched for for years but had never found for sale. By the end of the fourth week, I was torn between tearing my hair out in frustration and crumbling like a sandcastle at high tide. “We need to talk,” I said Friday afternoon after I left my lighting techniques workshop. Nicholas lounged against a light pole outside the building, infuriatingly gorgeous in jeans and a white T-shirt. Aviators hid his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze seared through the glasses and burned into my flesh. “Sure,” Nicholas said, unfazed by the attention he was getting. He was probably used to it. While he foll
Rosalie I didn’t move back in with Nicholas. Part of me wanted to, but I wasn’t ready to jump in with both feet again so soon.I did, however, agree to another date with him.Three days after our movie night, we arrived at a quiet corner of the Oak View Botanic Garden. It was a gorgeous afternoon, all clear skies and golden sunshine, and the picnic setup looked like something out of a fairytale.A low wooden table stretched across a thick ivory blanket, surrounded by huge cushions, gold and glass floor lanterns, and an oversized wicker hamper. The table itself was set with porcelain plates and a feast of foods, including baguettes, charcuterie, and desserts.It was amazing. And Nicholas lived up to his promise-slash-threat of showing up every. Single. Day. He was there in the morning when I left for my fellowship, usually with a vanilla latte and blueberry scone—my favorites. He was there to walk me home after my workshops.Other times, especially when I was with other peo
Nicholas "My sweet girl, it’s so nice to see you!” Freya brushed past me and swept Rosalie up in a hug. She only used the sweet girl endearment for her grandchildren, but apparently, she’d extended it to Rosalie. “The house isn’t the same without you.”I scowled at her pointed tone. She’d given me the cold treatment all week. I was pretty sure she’d burned my pork chops on purpose the other night. I’d forced down two bites before I gave up and ordered takeout. It wasn’t just her, either; even Edward my driver had cast disapproving glances my way when he thought I wasn’t looking.My staff didn’t know what happened with Rosalie amd I. They only knew she was gone, and they blamed me for it.Hell, I blamed myself too, which was why I was trying to make amends.I’d spent the past couple of days since my call with Rosalie planning the date, and my nerves were a humiliating wreck. I hadn’t been this nervous since I was a high school freshman asking out the most popular girl in school.
NicholasOne ring. Two. Three.I paced my room, my stomach twisted with nerves as I waited for her to answer.It was ten-thirty, which meant she was getting ready for bed. She usually took an hour to wind down with a shower or a bath, depending on how stressed she was; a bafflingly intricate ten-step skincare routine, and some reading, if she wasn’t too tired.I’d timed my call so I’d catch her after she got out of the shower.Four rings. Five.Assuming, of course, she picked up my call.My nerves pulled tighter.Rosalie gave me her number that afternoon, which meant she wanted me to call, right? If she didn’t, she would’ve simply left. Hell, a part of me had expected her to.I’d lingered in that damn coffee shop for almost two hours on the off chance I’d see her. She went there every day, but her timing varied depending on her workload.It wasn’t the world’s greatest plan, but it’d worked, even if it’d meant skipping a lunch video call meeting.Six rings. Sev—“Hello?” Her voice flow
Rosalie “Hey, Rosalie. The usual?”“Yes, please. Make it four,” I said as the barista rang me up. I frequented the coffee shop near the main building so often they’d memorized my order. “Thanks, Sue.”“No problem.” She smiled. “See you tomorrow.”I paid and moved to the pickup area, only half looking at where I was going. I was too distracted by the flood of new messages scrolling across my screen. Mostly from Anna and maybe one or two from Ares.With the way she sent numerous messages at once, one would think she's in trouble.She probably wanted to congratulate me on the success of the Picture Ball. According to her and Sarah, news outlets had deemed it “one of the most exquisite balls in the Picture Balls history” in their Sunday style roundup, which meant I woke up that morning with even more messages crowding my inbox.It was only Monday, and I already had twenty-two new client inquiries, five interview requests, and countless invitations to balls, screenings, and private par