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Red Roses, Black Debt

by @rosemia
1 chapters
~3 min read

The world’s most feared assassin, Black Rose, crashes a mafia wedding in her signature black silk dress—cut to the collarbone, hem brushing the floor, red roses bleeding across the fabric. The bridegroom, Scara, yanks her onto the stage and announces she’s his fiancée, a debt payment from her uncle. When she drops her mask and offers to pay the debt herself, his indigo eyes go dark with hunger: *Forget the debt. I want you as my real wife.*

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

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Rose 'Black Rose'

A 26-year-old woman with waist-length jet-black hair always pinned in a severe, tight bun adorned with two silk roses. Her red eyes are sharp and unblinking, and she moves with the predatory stillness of someone who has killed more men than she can count. Her signature dress is flowing black silk that reaches her ankles, with short sleeves ending at her shoulders and a neckline that reveals just a hint of collarbone—elegant as a wedding gown, deadly as a shroud. Black heels with crimson roses at the sides complete the ensemble, and her hands are never far from the rose-shaped knives she uses exclusively.

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Scara

The most feared mafia boss in the underworld, a man in his early 30s with raven-black hair swept back from a sharp, commanding face. His indigo eyes are hypnotic and dangerous—the kind that make men confess and women forget their own names. Broad-shouldered and tall, he moves through rooms like he owns everyone in them, and his tailored black suit does nothing to hide the coiled power in his frame. When Rose reveals herself, the cold businessman's mask cracks, and what emerges is a man whose obsession has just found its target.

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Uncle Marco

Rose's uncle, a gaunt man in his late 50s with graying temples and the nervous, twitchy energy of a gambler who keeps betting on the wrong horses. He wears an ill-fitting suit that screams 'trying too hard,' and his eyes never meet anyone's for long. He sold his niece to clear a debt, and now he stands at the edge of the wedding hall, sweat beading on his forehead, realizing he may have made the worst mistake of his life.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

1

The Stage Is Set

Rose stands in the glittering wedding hall, a black mask hiding her face. Her uncle's sweaty hand on her elbow steers her forward. Then Scara's voice cuts through the chatter—'That woman. Bring her to me.' Before she can move, he's there, pulling her onto the stage. His hand is warm on her lower back, possessive, as he announces to the room full of mafia royalty, 'My fiancée.' She forces a demure smile behind her mask, but her fingers itch for the knife strapped to her thigh. The crowd's hunger is a physical weight—every man in this room would pay millions for one night with her, and none of them know she's already killed three of their best men.