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His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 24
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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Her Pov:Those dark brown eyes bored into my ice blue ones from behind the black mask as he's standing so close to me, slamming me against the wall.He's so close to me that his breath is fanning over my lips. He pinned my forearm against the wall as he watched me with disbelief in his eyes. My heart is pounding not because of how close he is but because of the distaste I feel. I pull my forearm free and push him hard, taking him by surprise.A low gasp leaves his mouth." Rosalina?"I try to walk past him, but he holds my hand. " Rosalina... How... How are you here?"I look at him with nothing but loathe in my eyes. I try to free my hand, but his hold on my wrist is as hard as a rock. " Leave my hand, " I hiss. But he doesn't let my hand go. " Rosalina... How are you here with Leonardo?" He asks in a low tone." Why do you want to know, huh? Why? Oh yeah, you must be wondering how I got rid of the hell that you sold me to, isn't that right?" I couldn't hold my temper anymore as a lo
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Her Pov:" Let's go.. Rosalina... We have a lot to settle today.." With that, he dragged me through the hallway.I look back at David apologetically as he gets hurt for nothing.His hand slips from my forearm to my wrist as it's as hard as still. My steps are still stumbling, but he doesn't care about that as he rushes down the stairs and walks towards the exit of the hallway.Susan stopped us just before we were about to leave." Where are you going, brother? The party is still on!"" Something important came up.." With that, he pulled me away from Susan and stalks to the parking.I don't struggle to stop him or even to pull my hand away. What's the need anyway? I am ruined already... What more can he do?His driver rushes to us as soon as he notices us. But Leonardo has other plans. " Give me the keys." He strikes at a cold voice." But sir..." His driver was about to say something but doesn't finish his sentence because even he might be feeling the danger and the threat that Leonard
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Her Pov:His gaze moves to me as he pulls me closer, and he watches me for a second as if contempting something before suddenly he burries his face deep somewhere in my neck.Before I could react, I felt a sting on my neck as a gasp leaves my mouth. My hands move from his chest as they claw at the fabric of his shirt on the back of his shoulder, trying to stop him. But he doesn't stop as he holds me at place by his hold on my nape as he nibbles on the sensitive skin of my neck, sending goosebumps all over my body. He sucks the skin in his mouth and nibbles on it harshly before running his tongue to soothe it as he moves to another spot in my neck. His other free hand trails down from my shoulder to lightly on the fabric of the faux fur coat over my breasts. Even though his touch is light and on the fabric but it ignited a fire within my skin as I panic and my hand moves from his shoulder to his chest again as I push him away with all my strength and slap him right across his face t
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Her Pov:And I break down into tears. I lie there and cry. But it's as if even the tears are not able to wash off the pain I am feeling. My hands find the remaining fabric of the cloth as I pull them up, covering the front of my body as my body shakes uncontrollably and my breathing got hitched as I cry.. My throat is burning, my skin is stinging, and my whole body is paining from the ruff manhandling. I don't know how long I was on the floor crying, breaking down.. But then I slowly pulled my body up as I stood on my feet. I take off my high heels off and throw them away as I drag my exhausted body towards the bathroom. I am still trembling as I lock the bathroom door and stand in front of the mirror. And a plaintive cry leaves my mouth as I see myself in the mirror as I let my gown fall to my feet. There's a bruise on my neck, which turns purple because of how much pressure he put on his hold. It seems like my body was attacked by an animal as there are blue and purple hickeys all
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His Pov:I watch her storm off the dance floor, her movements sharp and deliberate, as if she's desperate to escapeāfrom me, my touch, my very existence. My jaw tightens, and I clench my fists, the thin thread of my patience stretched to its limit.Her heels click against the polished floor, each step echoing like a taunt, daring me to follow. And I do. My stride is slower, more controlled, though every fibre of my being screams for me to catch up, to grab her wrist and demand an explanation. But I donāt. Not yet.Instead, I watch the tension in her shoulders, the way her breath hitched when she leaves the dance floor and rushes to the upstairs. Sheās running from me, but she should know by nowāthereās nowhere she can go where I wonāt find her.I donāt follow her. Instead, I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, letting the cool stem of the glass ground me as I retreat to the shadowed corner of the hall. Around me, the room hums with lifeālaughter spilling over muted c
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His Pov:" What the fuck is happening here?" The words leave my mouth as I couldn't move my feet to them. And Roslaina flinches away from David as David turns and looks at me with shock in his face.I stepped closer to Rosalina, my chest heaving as I tried to keep my emotions in check. David opened his mouth, probably to explain himself, but every word that spilt out felt like a slap to my face-a cruel reminder of how deeply, he'd betrayed me. Each syllable was like fuel poured onto the fire already raging in my gut.Without thinking, I swung. My fist connected with his jaw, and the impact sent a jolt through my arm, but it wasn't enough to douse the storm inside me. I only hit him because he's my brother- because some twisted sense of loyalty held me back. If it had been anyone else standing in his place, there wouldn't be words to exchange. They'd already be lying six feet under, the dirt sealing their fate.But David wasn't just anyone. That fact made this hurt so much worse. And
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His Pov:A smirk creeps on my face as I take in a deep breath. You are fucked up Ms. Rosalina Roseburg...I yank off my bow tie, its tightness mirroring the emotions choking me inside. Tossing it across the room, I step toward her, but she keeps retreating, inching further away from me.I fist my palm as I watch her crawling away from me. That helpless look on her face makes me feel more enraged. A muscles in my jaw tickles from how hard I have clenched it from how she pulls back from me everything.Sweat trickles down my skin from all the overwhelming emotions that I felt in ages. My body is piping hot as I can't bear the burden of the feelings I am feeling. The emotions I burried somewhere deep within me for ages are urging to burst out as I crush them deeper. Itās as if every suppressed thought, every buried ache, is clawing its way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged. My breath comes in shallow gasps, each one a desperate attempt to steady the storm raging inside me.I t
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His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 77
Her Pov:"Don't fucking touch me..." I hiss and his eyes darken so much they get just like the night.Dark... Unsettling...He tilts his head a little as a smirk takes over his face. A smirk is so dangerous. As he leans over me, his mouth reaches just to the shell of my ear as his hand squeezes my hands painfully."You..." His voice is low, a dark promise against my skin as his hand drifts up my thigh, slipping beneath the soft folds of my baby pink dress."Don't..." A breath catches in my throat as his fingers graze the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, teasing, lingering."Get to..." His lips ghost over the shell of my ear, warm and tantalizing, sending a shiver down my spine."Stop me."I try to push his hand away, my fingers wrapping around his wrist in a feeble attempt to resist, but he doesnāt yield. Instead, he presses me back, pinning me against the cold railing with nothing but his presence. A gasp escapes meāa sharp intake of breath, equal parts defiance and submission. His
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 76
Her Pov:The glass slips from my fingers.Time slows as it falls, spinning through the air before crashing against the marble floor. The sound of shattering fills the roomāa sharp, piercing noise. But I donāt hear it. Not really. Not over the deafening silence that rings in my ears, the blood roaring through my veins. I donāt even feel the icy droplets of water splattering against my bare skin, the tiny shards slicing against my ankles.Because all I can see is them.She is draped against him, her body moulded to his like she was made to fit there. A short red dress clings to every soft curve, vibrant against her golden skin, her blonde hair cascading in waves over her shoulders. She is stunning. Effortless. Everything I am not. And her handsāthose delicate, manicured fingersāare cradling his face with a familiarity that makes my stomach churn. Like she belongs there.And him?His lips.His lips are on hers.The breath in my lungs vanishes, like Iāve been punched in the chest, hard en
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 75
Her Pov:It has been two weeks since I found out I was addicted to drugs. Two whole weeks of living through a walking nightmare, clawing my way through withdrawal, fighting demons I never even knew existed inside me. The past fourteen days have been nothing short of hell. My body revolted against me, turning into a prison of agony and desperation. Sleepless nights melted into torturous days, where reality blurred into something grotesque. Nightmares didn't stay confined to sleep; they slithered into my waking moments, twisting shadows into monsters, whispering voices into my ears that werenāt there. My own mind betrayed me, playing tricks so cruel I lost touch with what was real and what wasnāt.I would wake up drenched in sweat, heart hammering against my ribs, gasping as if I had just surfaced from drowning. My skin burned and froze at the same time. My stomach twisted into knots of nausea that never truly left. Some days, the weakness was so severe that even the act of standing
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 74
His Pov:And Iām still paying her back.Even now.But hereās the truth Iāve been avoidingāthe truth that stings like a blade pressed against my throat.I didnāt remember Aunt Rachel.I only remembered the debt.I buried her somewhere deep, in the same place I shoved all the emotions I refused to feel, all the memories too painful to hold. She was lost in the graveyard of everything I had to kill inside myself just to survive.But thenāI look at her.At the woman sleeping just a few feet away. At the slow rise and fall of her chest, at the softness in her face now that she isnāt watching me with those sharp, searching eyes.And suddenly, sheās there.Aunt Rachel.Because of her.Because of the words she murmured so carelessly, not realizing they were pulling something out of me, I thought it was long dead. Not realizing how easily sheās stripping away the armour Iāve spent years building.She doesnāt even know.She has no fucking idea what sheās doing to me.She shifts restlessly, her
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 73
His Pov:My grip on the spoon tightens, the metal cool against my skin as I absorb her words. My gaze sharpens, studying her carefully, measuring the weight of what sheās just said."Even when she was sick most of the time?" My voice is quiet but firm, edged with something I canāt quite nameācuriosity, disbelief, maybe even fear. I test the question as if pressing on a bruise, unsure if it will bring relief or pain.She meets my eyes, and for a moment, I think I see hesitation flicker there. But then she nods slowly, deliberately, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Yeah."I wait for her to elaborate, for her to fill the silence stretching between us, heavy with things unsaid. And then, as if sensing my need for more, she does."Even then. Because love isnāt about convenience," she murmurs, her voice steady, but thereās something raw beneath it, something real. "It isnāt about ease or perfection. Itās about staying. Even when itās hard. Even when it hurts. Itās about choosing them,
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 72
Her Pov:"I have only ever cooked for you."The words roll off his tongue so smoothly, so effortlessly, yet their weight settles thick in the space between us, heavy like the scent of something simmering too long on the stoveārich, intoxicating, impossible to ignore.He doesnāt look at me, but he doesnāt have to. He knows Iām staring. Knows my lips have parted just slightly, knows my breath has hitched in my throat.He can feel itāthe shift in the air, the way the room seems to shrink around us, pulling us into something close, something intimate. The way my fingers tighten around the edge of the counter, as if bracing myself for the impact of something I donāt quite understand.Because there is something here. Something unspoken, something undeniable. It coils between us like the heat from the stove, like the scent of charred sugar and slow-burning longing. My pulse hammers against my ribs, and still, he doesnāt look at me.But I know he feels it, too.And for the first time in what
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 71
His pov:āSay it.āMy voice is low, rough, an unrelenting command wrapped in a whisper. āSay youāre mine.āShe stiffens, her breath coming in uneven gasps, her lips trembling as if she wants to speak but can't force the words out. Her hands, small and delicate, tremble at her sides, fingers curling as if gripping onto invisible resolve. Her lashes flutter, her throat bobs in a shallow swallow, and I see itāthe war raging inside her.She wonāt say it. Not yet. But I need to hear it. I need the syllables to spill from her lips, to wrap around me like chains, to solidify what I already know to be true. She belongs to me. And soon, sheāll understand that. Sheāll surrender. Sheāll accept it. She has no choiceāIāll make sure of it.A slow smirk tugs at my lips as I move, scooping her into my arms with ease. Her body is light, fragile against mine, but she gasps, startled, her fingers fisting the fabric of my shirt near my chest. I feel the tremor in her touch, the unspoken question lingerin
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 70
Her Pov:"Good girl." He murmurs.. I barely register the words at first, but when they sink ināwhen I hear the way he murmurs them, low and satisfiedāsomething inside me snaps."Good girl."The moment shatters, and I am dragged back into reality with a force so jarring it makes my head spin. What the fuck am I even doing? How could I have parted my lips for him, given him the chance to take control again?Again.My stomach twists violently as shame and fury war within me. Just this afternoon, his hands had been on me, fingers tracing my skin with a possessiveness that made my knees weak.I hadn't resisted. I hadn't fought. Instead, I had meltedāmelted into his touch, into his heat, into the way his breath had ghosted over my skin like a promise he had no intention of keeping.But himāheās cruel.He felt it. I know he did. The heat between us, the raw, unspoken hunger. And yet, just when the fire threatened to consume us both, he had pulled away. Like it meant nothing. Like I meant no
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 69
Her Pov:"What the fuck do you think youāre doing, Rosalina?" His voice is a low growl, rough and edged with something I canāt quite name. His breath fans over my lips, scorching and suffocating, as his darkened eyes pin me in place. His jaw is tight, a muscle ticking as if heās barely holding himself back.My throat constricts my chest tight with the realization that even death is not an escape. Even in my most desperate moment, he still found me, still pulled me back from the abyss. There is no outrunning him. No hiding. No freedom from the force that is him. And that realization sends a bolt of frustration through me.With a strangled breath, I shove at his shoulder. "Why do you care?" I hiss, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and something far more dangerous.But before I can push him away, he movesāfaster than I can react. His hand clamps around both of my wrists, forcing them above my head in one swift motion.My back collides with the cold wall, my pulse hammering as his b
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