Rosalie Reed, a woman with everything. She's famous, rich, beautiful and successful. However, she holds a deep dark secret.
She was raised in the middle of her father's business. The mafia.
The fame and fortune has gotten to her head, unable to cop...
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"The ball starts at seven, okay?" My mom said, she stood in her closet trying to sort out her clothes. "I need to get rid of all of this, I don't even wear this no more."
"So, the ball is just something that I have to go to now?"
My mom walked out with a pile of clothes. "Well, you did expose your true identity so, yes, you have to go."
I rolled my eyes and threw myself back on the bed.
"Please don't mess up my bed," my mom spoke again.
I got up and went to my room. I have a dress, Cole and Charlotte is coming over but I just don't have the energy to go.
My head isn't sore anymore, there's just a scar now. However, I'm not sure if I could even put makeup on it.
Well, I'm putting makeup on it anyway.
Another thing, my dad brought Tiago back. I was so upset that he would even consider it, he even made him watch over me again.
But I'm staying as far as I can from him. I don't need him to follow me like a lost dog. I don't need any man to fucking protect me.
"Rosette?" My mom called out. "There's a package here for you."
I didn't order anything?
I walked down the stairs to see a large box in front of me. "What did you order?" My dad asked as he looked down.
"I didn't order anything," I told him.
His eyes became dark with concern. I began to open the package, a metallic smell immediately escaped from the box. But it wasn't just metallic, it was something far more vile.
I ripped the box and seen what was inside.
"What the fuck!?" My father shouted at me. "Why did you fucking order that!?"
"I didn't order it!"
A human hand.
A bloody, bruised human hand.
I moved the box to see a small note at the bottom.
He's free.
Before my dad could see the note, I took the box and threw it in the fireplace. I lit a match and set it on fire.
"Oh for fucks sake!" My dad whined. "Now the whole house is going to smell like rotting flesh."
