The Mafia Boss Ignores All Women — But is Obsessed With The Country Girl He Waited 15 Years For

Описание: The Mafia Boss Ignores All Women — But is Obsessed With The Country Girl He Waited 15 Years For

A girl stood on the bridge, staring down at the ink black river below. No goodbye. No tears. She simply wanted everything to end. But just as she let go, a voice rang out behind her: “You do know swimming’s not allowed here, right?” She turned and saw a stranger, frowning with irritated confusion, his head wrapped in a white bandage, his expression so earnest it was almost ridiculous. He truly thought she was jumping into the river to swim. She didn’t explain. She didn’t need anyone to understand. The next day, she went to the oldest, largest oak in the village and looped a rope around her neck. “Hey! No swinging from trees here!” It was him again. She gave a bitter laugh. He saw her trying to hang herself and somehow assumed she was about to swing for fun. “My life is as dark as that road ahead,” she said, her voice hollow. “Nonsense. Look.” He pointed into the night, where fireflies pulsed and shimmered in the dark. “It’s bright as anything.” For the first time in many years, Rosalie smiled. She didn’t know that the foolish boy was waiting to die, too. A brain operation with a success rate of eight percent. He’d refused surgery, refused life, until he met her. “Ronan, you have to have the surgery. I’ll fold a thousand paper cranes and wait for you to come back.” “Rose, you have to wait for me. Pinky swear. Always and forever. A promise that not even time can break.” That was the promise they made. But fate was cruel. The day he defeated death and walked out of the operating room with a heart full of hope was the very day her grandmother breathed her last. And before Rosalie could even cry all her tears, her stepmother appeared. “Your grandma’s dead. You’ve got nowhere to go. Take her away!” “Let me go! I have to wait for Ronan! I promised him!” Her screams echoed through the small town of Willowbrook. But no one listened. No one saved her. Three weeks later, Ronan returned. The old wooden house was lived in by someone else. He asked everywhere, but no one knew who Rose was. As if she had never existed. “Rose! I’m not sick anymore! Where are you? Come out!” He shouted until his throat went raw in an empty field in Vermont.

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