0015.

Alessandro's POV.

His grip tightened around my neck, and I could feel the air thinning in my lungs.

Ale...ssandro,"I choked, tears slipping down my cheeks.

"How dare you..." He growled, blood splashing from his mouth. "You poisoned me."

More tears filled my eyes at his words. I hadn't poisoned him. I only prepared the meal because Mary said it was his favorite. I was a bit excited while preparing it. I thought he loved it when he started eating, but then he kept vomiting blood.

"I...didn't poisoned you," I tried to cry out, but his hands choked me harder.

"You're lying..." He gasped, his words broken by ragged breaths. "If I'm going to die, you're dying with me."

His grip tightened further, lifting me above my feet. I couldn't breathe. Every attempt to pry his hand away failed. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. Was this how I was going to die, without seeing my father again?

Suddenly, he released me, and I collapsed to the floor, coughing violently as I rubbed my hand around my neck