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His Pov:" Clean up the library and throw everything out." I state to a maid as I walk to my bedroom with her in my arms.I can't come on terms with what just happened. It's like I totally lost all control that I have on myself. And that's what is disturbing me cause I am known as someone with the utmost control and patience in the community. But when it comes to her..I look at her. I look at the cause of unrest, my confusion. She's almost weightless in my arms. She's so small so petite but this 5 feet 3 inch of existence is making me restless. Making me question every of my ethics, every of my expression , every of my fucking action. I watch her. Her tears dried and left a stain on her flushed cheeks. But those lashes are still wet. Her lips has a cut from all the biting she did. Her hair is all messy and her expression is not really peaceful. She has a tensed look even when she is not in her senses. When I fucked her last time it was just to claim the authority on her. To show he
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Her Pov: I am so tired.. I don't know what I am living for anymore.. Am I only alive for others to use me like a fucking toy.. To use me and throw me away... Whatever I see wherever I see all I see is black. Darkness.. I am surrounded by darkness.. I am held captive in darkness, or maybe my soul itself has turned black. I thought Leonardo would return me my passport and I would go back to my country and start a new life there for myself. I want to look for Antonio.. I want to ask him why he did this to me.. Why did he destroy me? Did he ever even love me? All the moments we had... All conversations.. every touch.. Was it all just meaningless to him? A fucking game for him?Maybe I was never meant to be loved. My mom loved me she died because of the very love she had for me... My grandma also left me alone just after a few years later. And now... I am on the edge of meeting them. Because of this, very love...I squeeze my eyes shut. To cry to shed tears, but my tears dried up. All I
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Her Pov:He takes off the muffler he's wearing and bends a little while still keeping his hold on my forearm. My eyes shot up to him." What are you doing?" " You ask too many questions, don't you?" He wraps the muffler around my neck, making me feel things...Things that I should not feel.... He's so close to me that I can smell his intoxicating smell like wood and leather as he wraps the muffler around my neck. I can't look past how his eyes are zeroed on my neck or how his breath is creating a slight sensation on my skin ..Wait.. What the fuck am I thinking? What has happened to me? This man forced him on me. Not once but twice. He is not a person but a monster. But then.. Then why do I feel like this? Why, when he's so close, all I see hear smell or feel is him! No... This is not how it is.. I am just confused.. My feelings are just too mixed up.. It has nothing to do with him. I will leave him one way or another anyway. It's just a matter of time. I won't let all these get to
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Her Pov:He takes my hand in his and almost drags me out of the mansion. As soon as we reach out side, I jerk my hand free from his as his hold on my hand is way too strong. It almost felt like he would break my wrist. I message my wrist as it's almost bruised. Is he crazy or what? I looked at him, but he didn't even take a glance at me as he told one of the guards to prepare the cars.After a moment, a black sedan parked in front of us as we got in, and our journey started. 4 cars filled with men dressed in black started to follow our car. Leonardo is busy with his phone as I steal a glance at him. Just what does he do? Since the very first time we met, I could tell he's an influential person. But with every passing day, I am wondering what he exactly does to be this influential that he needs four cars of people following us around.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realise I was still looking at him before he turned his face to me. I quickly turned my face away from his a
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Her Pov:I slip out of the sedan as I almost crawl outside. A few more steps, and there's the gate of the construction site leading outside.I get up and slowly walk to the gate of the construction site. With a few steps, I will be out of here. My chest tightened as if an invisible hand clenched my ribs. Each step towards the gate seemed to echo with voices from my first day in Italyāwhispers of fear, shadows of memories dragging me back.Leonardo told me to stay in the car. What will happen when he sees I have run away? I don't have my passport with me... What will I do? How will I survive? What if Leonardo finds me?I force them on the back of my head. I won't get this chance again. I will have to take it nonetheless. Once I am away from here, I can probably make a way out of here.I turn around and take a last glance at Leonardo. He's giving me his back on this side. And the guards of his are beating the people they have caught from the SUVs. The air is full of their painful screa
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His Pov:I slam the door behind me. I needed to leave the room, or I would have killed her by now. Her words enraged me more than it should have. Her influence on me is getting stronger with every passing day. And I can't afford that. I would have just killed her if I hadn't loosened my hold on her neck. I don't understand when she had gotten that much effect on me that all I could see was red. I couldn't see anything past that. Her seemingly not wanting me always irritated me. But when she admitted that she wants to fucking get rid of me I felt something I didn't know I was capable of feeling.She's so desperate to get rid of me that among the guns and guns shots, all she could think of was escaping me, making me want to thrash something or squeeze the life out of someone. It's true that I have no reason to keep her, but I can't let go of her. Yet. I can't. But she can. She wants to leave me, and it makes me enraged. To the point I almost killed her today! She was just doing okay
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Her Pov:He slams the door behind him and leaves as I am on the floor trying to catch my breath, stupefied and scared stiff.I feel tears welling up in my eyes, still not being able to breathe properly. Sweat forms on my forehead as my mouth and throat are burning and aching from his chokehold. I taste metal in my mouth from biting on my lips due to pain. I still can't get over what just happened. I tried to stop my hands from shaking as my mind kept playing of him strangling me. No mercy in those dead eyes. No second thought, no hesitation in those hazal eyes...I didn't know, behind the Leonardo, I knew there was such a beast hidden. I assumed it after that day he fucked me but I never could have thought that the beast that is hidden inside him might be his real identity. The rest of it is just a facade. It's just a show for the world. And he plays it very well. Too well that a freaking murderer is roaming free outside.I was always kind of scared of him even though he had never sho
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Her Pov:Leonardo... He is standing behind me in a black tuxedo towering over me. His hazel eyes lock with my ice blue ones in the mirror . He's standing too close to me. So close his breathing is creating a sensation on my nape as he's watching me through the mirror.And his eyes... His eyes have something I have never witnessed before.. It has admiration amusement and something else... Something totally else...Not being able to bear his piercing gaze, I trun my face away. He gets closer as his nose touches the shell of my ear slightly as he takes me in. " You smell so fucking good." He concludes in his husky voice as he intensely watches me...I move away from him. I can't bear how close he is to me. I wear the necklace and the other jewellery as I get myself ready.All this time, Leonardo's staring at me. Watching me. As if trying to read my actions. I try to keep myself calm, but only I know at this time I am anything but calm. I don't know how much the security the place will be
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