Hello everyone, I'm here with a new story. :) It's still a Rose-Dimitri story, but on a different situation. So let me clarify some things before this story starts.

1. Rose is not shadow–kissed and she hasn't met Lissa yet.

2. Dimitri and Rose still have the 7 – year age difference.

3. Both Dimitri and Rose are only-childs in this story.

4. Rose lived with her father ever since. Explanation will be given in the story.

I guess that's all you need to keep in mind for now. And this story is told in a third person point of view. :D Not in any character's POV.

Oh, this story is less complicated than my other story, Labyrinth to Happiness. ;)

I hope you would all enjoy this fanfic! ;)

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F | O | R | B | I | D | D | E | N B | L | I | S | S

Summary: Olena Belikova and Ibrahim Mazur decide to get married. Rose and Dimitri are now siblings who can't stand each other. But what if Rose has a stalker? Dimitri eventually finds himself protecting his stepsister... as well as falling for her.

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Chapter 1 – The Introduction

"Seriously, dad, why do we have to be the ones to go to them?" A beautiful long–haired lady complained as she got into the car. It was a shiny silver Jaguar.

"I'm the man. That's why." A black–colored hair man said as he turned on the car's engine.

The petite young lady scoffed. "So, if you were the girl, you wouldn't bother to go to wherever they live." Sarcasm was very obvious in her voice.

"Rose, you know that's not what I mean." The man beside her said as he let out a sigh and put on his seat belt.

The lady also put on her seat belt. "Dad, are you really sure about this?"

"Yes, sweetheart. I'm sure." The man said with a smile as he started to drive along the streets of Russia.

"There is no backing out once you tie the knot. Remember that." It was more like a threat than a reminder coming from Rose's mouth.

"Olena is a wonderful woman. She's amazing…" Unfortunately, he was cut off by his daughter.

"Amazing in what? Bed?" Rose obviously had some attitude problems.

"Rosemarie Hathaway, you are in no position to talk to me like that!" The older man was already scolding Rose, but the only thing she did was to roll her eyes.

"Whatever." She scoffed as she said that single word.

"Rose," Her father's voice sounded like he was pleading her. "Please just try to behave. At least just this once."

Rose heaved out a sigh. "Fine. I'll try. No guarantees though. I'm not the type of person who sticks to a promise. I bet you know that."

"Thank you," Sincerity lingered in her father's voice.

"So, tell me just who this 'Olivia' girl is." Rose said, changing the topic.

"It's Olena. Olena Belikova. She is a very beautiful woman. She has one son and he's about twenty–four years old. I heard he just graduated from college." Rose looked interested at the mention of Olena's son.

She had a thoughtful look on her face. "I just hope you're making the right decision, dad."

They turned in a street as her father replied with a smile. "I'm sure I am."

"Alright, but don't come running to me if she hurts your ego." Rose placed an emphasis on the word 'ego.'

"You think she would?" Her father questioned.

"I don't think so. I know." She sounded very certain.

"What makes you say so?"

"That's how women work, dad. They always want to be the ones in control. They want their requests to be granted. They want to be the center of attention. They want you to see them as a perfect being though they're not. And others are control freaks which will intimidate you. A lot." Rose explained.

Her dad let out a chuckle. "Seems to me like you are describing your own self, Rose."

"Whatever, dad. I warned you." She said as she leaned back on her chair. She pulled out her iPod from her small bag and placed the earphones on her ears and started listening to music.

The father and daughter did not converse any longer on the way to the house of Olena and her son. Her father concentrated on driving while Rose concentrated on listening to her iPod.

Her father pulled off in front of a gray–roofed house in one of Russia's town, Baia. The house was not so big and not so small. It was average. It was a two–floored house. The door was colored white and it was wooden. If it looked very neat from the outside, Rose expected it to look even better on the inside.

"Ready?" Her dad said as he took off his seat belt.

Rose took off hers too. "Whatever. Let's get this over with."

"Rose, remember, behave." The father said as he opened the car door.

"Like I said, I'll try." Rose replied with a grin. She kept her iPod and got out of the car.

Rose was laughing at her father when he was about to knock on the door.

"Dad, seriously, you're old. You're not a teenager. Just knock on the damn door to get this over with." Rose said as she kept both her hands inside the pockets of her jeans. "Who would have thought Ibrahim Mazur would grow weak on the knees thanks to a door." She added sardonically.

Ibrahim knocked on the wooden white door twice. And it opened, revealing a very sophisticated–looking and smiling woman. She was more or less in her mid–forties.

"Abe, what a pleasure to see you." She said as she smiled. She turned towards Rose. "Hi, you must be Rose. Your father has told me a lot of things about you."

"All good, I hope." Rose quickly said with a smile of her own.

"Come in," Olena said as she stepped aside.

"My son is in his room. I shall call him to join us." Rose and her father were now sitting on the couch. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."

"What do you think of her?" Ibrahim whispered after he made sure Olena was already upstairs.

"She's alright. She seems… nice." Rose said indifferently.

Ibrahim was rubbing his hands on his jeans, obviously nervous. Poor man. Rose, on the other hand, was fancied by the pillow case on her lap. It was made out of black leather. It had a white button at the middle and the sides were decorated with beads and sequins. Rose had a fascination for sparkly things.

"Abe, Rose," Olena's voice broke through the tranquility embracing the father and her daughter. "I would like you to meet my son, Dimitri."

Rose turned around and her eyes grew wide when she saw who Olena's son was. More specifically, who her future stepbrother was.

Dimitri, on the other hand, also had a very astounded look on his face.

"You?!" They both said together, aloud.

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So, why do you think Rose and Dimitri have shocked expressions? HAHA. ;))

So, it's pretty short, but I promise the proceeding chapters would be longer. :D

I promise to review my other story, Labyrinth to Happiness, tomorrow! ;)

I hope to read your reviews soon! :)

xo, ChristAineXtine