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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 Italyâwhispers 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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Her Pov:The lady comes to us hurriedly as she recognises Leonardo even while he is wearing a mask. The lady is wearing a wine toned gown as she looks breathtakingly beautiful even behind her mask." Brother.. You are late.." She whines." But you didn't cut the cake." Leonardo replies. His voice is way softer with her admirable even." Of course I had to wait for you.." She states happily." Is it? Is it me or your precious husband that you are waiting for you?" Leonardo asks her in a playful tone as I watch totally taken aback. I never witnessed Leonardos this side. Even he can be playful like a normal person..She laughs. " Well, that also. I had to come back from Paris alone as he had to urgently attend a meeting in the US. He must be on his way to here."Before Leonardo could say anything else, her eyes fell on me as even behind her mask, I could tell that caused a crease on her forehead. She was about to say something, but a voice from the middle of the room made her halt and al
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Her Pov:Leonardo's watching me from a few steps away with shock visible in his eyes even from behind the mask. " Because of me what?"I don't answer him as I run. I run back to the hall. I could feel myself tripping from the length of my gown, but I don't stop. I can't stop. I could feel my tears wetting my cheeks, but I didn't stop.I don't hear any footsteps behind me as I kept running towards the hall. He is not following me to the hall. I reach to the hall, and the guards let me in as I hurriedly look around for the man. He's not in the middle of the room now. The crowd moved to the same centre where the cake was at. Then.... Is he there?With every step I take towards the crowd, my pulse rises. As if the whole world can hear my heartbeat. As if it would burst out of my ribcage. But I don't stop. I near the crowd, and the woman has a sword in her hand for the huge cake as she seems to be ready to be cutting the cake. But I can't focus on that as I look around for the man. I loo
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Her POV:" And this is.. Antonio.. Her husband." And my eyes shot up to Antonio as I was totally dumbfounded. What? Husband!? And just at that moment, his dark brown eyes clash with my ice blue one from behind our masks. " And this is Rosalina." Leonardo concludes.Even from behind his black mask, I could see how his eyes got bigger. First shock and then disbelief settling in those dark brown eyes as he watches me with unbelief. I try to breathe as my eyes are locked with his dark brown ones. He's still the same. Same tall and dark with dark black hair. Those dark brown eyes won't he same intensity. But is he actually the same? What is Leonardo talking about? Husband? Husband of his sister? But it has been only around 2 months that he left me there, then how is he Leonardo's sister's husband?I break eye contact with him as my gaze moves back to Leonardo as a low gasp leaves my mouth. " Husband?" Before Leonardo could reply, Susan, his sister, came forward and took Antonio's ha
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Her Pov:Leonardo drops the glass at the table beside us, and all of a sudden, his hand reaches for me, and he drags me to the middle of the room.He drags me to the middle of the room to Antonio and Susan. My breath hitched, but my legs moved before my mind could catch up. My heart pounded like a frightened bird.The dance floor was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of scattered candelabras. The haunting melody of a lone violin filled the air, wrapping the atmosphere in a seductive, sinister cadence.A cold sweat runs down my spine when he drags me so close to a dancing Antonio and Susan but then he swirls me and pulls me to him hard as my hands rest on his shoulder trying to keep my balance.He pulled me closer, his arm slipping around my waist, fingers pressing into my lower back to hold me firm against him. A gasp leaves my mouth from the sudden movement, my chest rising and falling too quickly, betraying my own nerves.He takes my hand from his shoulder as he takes it in hi
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