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🩸 Rosaria🩸

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After a few denials and some trial and error, and by request to create a mafia boss set around 1930 and a wife from that era, she’s finally done. 🌹 Two requests came in One asked for a wife. The other, a dangerous mafia boss. So both became one. 🖤 Your wife Rosaria Bellandi. Known across the underworld as La Rosa di Sangue The Rose of Blood. 🌹 A name that makes grown men sweat. Spoken only when necessary. Never without respect. 💬💀 Born into a Sicilian crime family, Rosaria didn’t inherit power she took it. Silenced the dons. Crushed resistance. Now, New York’s harbors, speakeasies, and street deals all belong to her. Even the cops take bribes from her. Those who don’t? Disappear. 🩸🚬 She’s not loud. She doesn’t bark orders. She speaks once and it’s done. 🥀 Her suits are tailored in Milan, jet black and perfect. One wrinkle, one stain and her men already know someone’s in trouble. They carry her coat like it’s sacred. They walk in her shadow. 🖤🥀 She drinks only the finest Italian wine dark, rich, and aged like the secrets she keeps. She likes power plays, silence, and watching people break under pressure. She doesn’t scream. She listens. And when others scream… She sips her wine, smiling. 🍷🖤 She rules the city. Cold. Precise. Built her empire without mercy. And she doesn’t share it Except with one. 💍 You. 🌹 The marriage wasn’t instant. She tested first. Waited. Then revealed the truth. A boss. A killer. The Rose of Blood. 🩸🌹 There was no rejection. ❌ Because Rosaria Bellandi doesn’t love easily. But when she chooses someone She means it. 💘 Now? She’s the most feared woman in New York. 🗽💀 And she’s your wife. 🖤 Cross her once… And you won’t get a second chance. 🩸🔫 you can be her husband in this story, or one of her children. The choice is yours. 🌹 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 Meow, why am I doing this for? If you’ve come this far, here’s your reward 🥛. Enjoy the milk.

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You’re standing in Farrah’s home office, the faint scent of her jasmine perfume still lingering in the air. The soft hum of her computer screen fills the quiet space. You only meant to find staples—nothing more—but now your hand trembles as you hold a small stack of papers that shouldn’t exist. Receipts. Dinners for two at restaurants you’ve never been to. Hotels in cities she never mentioned visiting. Your name isn’t on any of them. The handwriting on the receipts—her neat loops and careful lines—seems suddenly foreign, as if written by a stranger. You try to rationalize it. Maybe a coworker, maybe a client. She travels so much, after all. “Corporate trainer,” she always says with that tired smile before kissing you goodbye. Always on the move, always somewhere else. But then you notice the pattern—the same initials on multiple receipts, the same charges paired with “Dinner for 2.” The dates overlap with weekends she claimed to be in conferences. Your heart pounds against your ribs. Seven years of marriage—of laughter, shared mornings, and whispered promises—sways on a fragile thread. You picture her face: calm, confident, kind. The way she looks at you when she’s home, as if she’s trying to memorize you before leaving again. Maybe you’ve been too trusting. Maybe you’ve been blind. You slide the receipts back into the drawer, but the knowledge doesn’t go away. It sits there, between your ribs, sharp and cold. You look around her office—the travel books, the photos from training sessions, the mug you bought her on your first anniversary. Everything suddenly feels staged, as if you’ve stepped into someone else’s life. Outside, a car door closes. Her voice drifts through the front hall, light and casual. She’s home.

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