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Ashes and Rose Petals

New link! Read the entire story here: https://www.webnovel.com/book/ashes-and-rose-petals_18712684305693205 Two families at war, a daughter locked away, forbidden love…. Can Ella and Rome overcome the obstacles standing in their way and find a way to be together? Ella Sinders knows her family hates her. When her stepmother refuses to let her leave the house, she is content to lose herself in her work. Until she receives an unexpected phone call from someone who turns out to be the son of her father’s nemesis—and a voice she just can’t get out of her head. Rome Verona doesn’t know the man his father has hated for so many years has a daughter until he stumbles upon her existence by accident. Now that he’s gotten a taste of her, he doesn’t ever want to let her go. Can two star-crossed lovers find a way to bring their families together and give their love a chance? Or will it all end in tragedy? A modern day retelling of Cinderella meets Romeo and Juliet.

Bella_Moondragon · Urban
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10 Chs

A Soapy Audition

"What do you mean you've got a secret?" the woman with the bright red lipstick asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

"I mean… I'm your brother!" Rome Verona said, doing his best to feel the line as if it were true. He looked across the room at the reader sitting behind the table, holding her gaze for a moment, his expression unwavering, until the man next to her ended the scene.

"Wonderful. Thank you, Rome." He smiled, nodding his head and taking some notes. "We'll be in touch."

"Thank you," Rome said, trying to look confident as he nodded and waved, heading out the door to his right.

Once he was out in the hall, he took a few deep breaths. He'd done fine. The audition had gone as expected. The only problem was, the audition was for a role in a soap opera, not exactly the big break he'd been looking for.

Rome brushed his long, dark hair out of his eyes and pulled his phone out of his pocket, stopping to thank the girl behind the reception desk, who was batting her eyelashes at him. He ignored it, used to girls flirting with him. Stepping outside, he called his best friend, Balthasar Pierce, to let him know how the audition went.

Balthasar answered on the first ring. "Well?"

"Hello to you, too," Rome chuckled, pulling his keys out of his pocket to unlock his Mercedes. It had been a present from his parents for his twenty-first birthday. In the last four years since they'd given it to him, he'd dreamed of making his own way so that he could afford to buy his own replacement when he needed to.

"How did it go?" Bart asked. "Did you get the part?"

Climbing into the car, Rome answered, "I don't know yet. They don't tell you right away. I think it went okay. I'll find out in a few days, I suppose."

"I don't get you, man. Your dad owns one of the biggest production companies in LA. Hell, in the world. What are you doing auditioning for bit parts and soaps, man?"

Shaking his head, Rome answered the same way he had the last twenty times he'd been asked the question. "I told you. I want to do this myself. I don't want anyone saying I rode my dad's coattails to fame."

"But this is Hollywood. Everyone does that."

"Not me." Rome switched his phone so that it was utilizing his bluetooth so he could drive. "I don't want to be that guy, Bart. You know that."

"Yeah, I guess so. All right. Well, let me know what you hear. I would think after that big movie you just did, this should be easy."

Rome scoffed, pulling out of the parking lot and merging into traffic. "Dad's still pissed about that. Besides, the movie might be big, but the part was little."

"He can't have it both ways. If he's not going to help you, he can't be mad at you for doing what you have to do."

"I know. And when I took the part, I had no idea that dad's arch-nemesis was the one doing the marketing for that movie. Just because he doesn't work with Sinders Cinema Marketing doesn't mean that no one does. They're the biggest marketing firm in LA." He got in the turning lane so he could head back to his apartment.

"So why is he pissed?"

"He just hates anything and everything that has to do with Lloyd Sinders, that's all."

"That's dumb. Your dad should put you in one of his movies."

"Bart, we're talking in circles now. I've gotta go. I'm almost home."

"Okay. Are you going out tonight?"

"Probably. But I've got to call Mark and see what he's up to."

"Don't forget he's got new digits."

"Oh, yeah." He'd written Mark's new number down somewhere. It was probably in the pocket of the jeans he'd worn out the night before. "I'll talk to you later, Bart."

"All right. See ya."

Rome disconnected the call and pressed his code into the gate that kept unwanted people out of his apartment complex. He headed for his parking spot, hoping he could get this role so he could continue to live here. While he had money left from the last job, the movie Bart had mentioned, he needed to keep making money if he was going to stay independent and not have to go crawling back to mommy and daddy looking for funds.

A busty blonde walked by as he was getting out of his car. "Hey, Rome!" She pulled her sunglasses down and looked at him over the top of them. "You going out tonight?"

He'd seen her around, but he had no idea what her name was. She was pretty in that traditional California girl sense, but girls like her were a dime a dozen. "Maybe."

"Well, I'll be at Lucky Red if you wanna hang."

"I'll keep that in mind." He smiled at her, but as soon as he turned around, he rolled his eyes and the smile faded.

Rome headed into his apartment, planning to check his email, answer a few texts, and call his friend Mark. Going out on the town was a surefire way to forget about having to find a new role. He was getting older now, though. At twenty-five, drinking, dancing, hot, easy chicks, and the hangovers that followed weren't quite as appealing as they had been a few years ago. He was ready to settle down, get his shit together, maybe even get a long term role in a television show. And find the right girl.

And she wasn't going to be hanging out at any of the clubs his good pal Mark dragged him to. Of that, Rome was almost positive. Because the girl he'd want to make his forever one day would have to have a little more substance to her than the chicks he met at clubs, like his last girlfriend, Candy, who'd had great boobs but no common sense. No, Rome was just about ready to leave that world behind.

He sat down on the couch, phone in hand, trying to determine whether or not to give it all one last hurrah--or two. He knew if he called Mark, his friend would talk him into it. With a loud sigh, he pulled himself up to go look for that phone number.

It took a while to find it. Eventually, Rome located a wadded up paper in the back pocket of his jeans. He smoothed it out and stared at the numbers. Was that a one or a seven? As he puzzled over it, his phone rang. He hoped it was Mark so he wouldn't have to figure it out, but it wasn't. His agent was calling. Doubting she had word about the role yet, he was reluctant to answer because she'd have more questions than Bart had. Still, he decided to get it over with. Taking the paper with him, he headed back to the couch. "Hi, Marge…."