IrisSky

"What are you doing?" I looked at the man who walked towards me with an evil smile. I could not help but swallow.

"We are dating." He said as he stood in front of me. His hands touched my chin as he smiled. 

I looked into his eyes. Something that I had always admired. "But it is a .."

Before I could finish an hot sensation touched my lips as I was pulled into his arms. All of my emotions that I had hidden till now, just exploded.

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I was a person that believed in love but was never loved. Until Valentine's Day changed my whole life. This is my story, the story of Rosabel McCarthy who found love in an unexpected situation. Follow me as we dive into a love story that did not start with love.

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Rosabel: My beautiful rose

I know that I had messed up in front of Rosabel. She loved all of her family including her stepmother and sister. I had known it and yet I asked such a question.

Although I could feel that she was not angry with me, I still felt guilty. Maybe it was my own feeling that was getting out of control but I knew that I needed to come up with a solution to distract everything.

We were now standing in front of the interrogation room, looking at Camila from behind the glass. "I want to go."

I looked at the side where Rose stood. I shook my head when I heard her idea. How could I send her there when I was not sure what was happening? What if she tries to hurt Rose again?

Even though we were in the police station and I knew that everyone would take care of things if the situation worsened, I still did not want her to go there. A part of me was afraid. Afraid of what was going to happen next.

Mine