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His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 26
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
Last Updated : 2024-12-19His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 28
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
Last Updated : 2024-12-20His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 29
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
Last Updated : 2024-12-23His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 32
His pov:" Fuckkk!" A loud groan leaves ny mouth as I take my belt from the bed and slam the door close behind me, leaving her alone in the room.I clench my fist hard as I try to contempt what I am feeling. I take fast steps down the stairs as I feel the need to pour something down my throat. Something strong enough to cool my nerves down.I reach to dad's office as I take out the Balkan Vodka the strongest one of the collection as I pour it into a glass and drink it one go. I pour another shot for me as one is not enough for what I am feeling. It's so close to what people call rage... A useless feeling that can ruin anything and everything a person has...I am the most credited person in the world of mafias of holding on to my emotions .. Of being the person with the least shades of emotions. But today.. It's like my years of training coming to a fail as I am taking shots after shots to calm my nerves, but it just ends up being more powerful. I know she's not worth it. She's not w
Last Updated : 2024-12-24His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 33
Her Pov:Iām so tiredā¦ utterly drained. I donāt even know how long Iāve been trapped in this endless void of darkness. Is this what the afterlife feels like? A suffocating abyss where time has no meaning, and hope is but a distant memory?Iāve been wandering through these shadowed corridors, my footsteps echoing in the silence, searchingādesperatelyāfor a single glimpse of light. But no matter how far I go or how hard I try, the darkness stretches on, infinite and unyielding.It feels as though the shadows are alive, whispering secrets I canāt understand, pressing down on me, pulling me deeper into their cold embrace. My legs are heavy, my breath shallow, yet I keep moving, driven by an aching need for somethingāanythingāto break this suffocating monotony.There's no track of time in here. I don't know for how long I am stuck in here. For how long I have been wandering... But I can't stop. I drag my weary figure through the path in search of a little glimpse of light. Sometimes I hea
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His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 50
His Pov:It took me a long while before I could focus back on the details of the deal. Before that, I cleaned the kitchen as it held the proves of last night. And it wasn't letting me focus, neither was it helping my mind from going back to her.No matter what or how complicated my inner self is, I can't let that reach my umderling, to my father or to the outer world. I never make mistakes, and neither do I make changes in plans. And it won't happen this time also. No one should get a glimpse of any difference or any weakness of mine. I have been trained for over a decade for the position I am at today, and I am not letting it slip and let myself be disappointed at it. I was almost done with the details when I felt a sudden shift in the air. It's as if the air around me got lighter and smelled of roses because of a certain presence. And I didn't need to look to know the reason for the change of air. The reason for my distress and my insanity. I could hear light footsteps moving awa
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 49
His Pov: I don't know how long I fucked her. With her every shudder, every soft moan and every orgasm my need to own her only increased. The need to bury myself deeper to go deeper only intensified. I felt the sheer need to drown into her to profess every inch of her skin.After several rounds also the hunger I felt for her didn't edge. Instead, it intensified. I had more rounds to go on, but I could feel her body going limp and her strength demeaning. She was on the verge of losing her sense, and even though I wanted more but I pulled out of her. Because that stupid voice in my head didn't afford to hurt her,and even though I needed to be in her longer, I had to give into that voice. I don't think she can walk to the room as she's all sweated with my cum all over her. Her eyes half closed, and her pink lips slightly parted as she's lying on the cold surface of the table.She looks thoroughly and freshly fucked with my cum all over her body and marks on her neck breast thigh that I
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 48
His Pov:" Where is the first aid? Please, Leonardo, tell me please.. I beg you..." She pleas in hoarse voice choking on her tears as she tried hold me with her small hands that are now coated with blood... My blood.... This whole scene should be revolting. I should loathe her and tarnish her into nothing like she deserves after stabbing me on my back.But then something stops me. Maybe its the tears in her eyes that are trailing down her cheeks and staining them or maybe the helplessness in those eyes or her raspy voice that is full of concern or the mark of my mouth on the pale skin of her neck that is turning purple already or maybe its the blood smeared on her hands. But there's something common in all of them. They are all for me. All mine. The helpless, the tears , the concern or the way she chokes on her words or the desperation of saving me. Even the blood on her hands is of mine. Mine. She looks like mine. Literally and figuratively. And that view is something beautiful. S
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 47
His Pov:"Why are you looking for the first aid?" I ask her with a calm and steady voice, though I know why she's looking for it.Her eyes shoot up to me, her lasbes slightly flatterybg as she watches me with disbelief in her ice blue eyes. " What type of dumb question is this! Because you are bleeding! If we don't treat it right away, you will lose a lot of blood."" But you want me to die, don't you? That's why you stabbed me... Then what are you trying to prove now?" I pull her closer to me by her forearm as I watch her. But she immediately lowers her eyes. Good.. It's working.. She didn't lower her eyes for once after she found out i am the one behind the death of the Kings. But just now, she did. She believes herself to be guilty even if she denies it now. "I didn't want you to die! I didn't want to stab you! It's all because of you!" Her voice cracks as tears run down her face. I look at her for a second contempting if I should push it more. Her hands are trembling as I hold h
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 46
His Pov:I could see it in the way her eyes glazed over, a silent horror swirling beneath the surface, as if she were afraid of what she had just doneāand perhaps even more afraid of what it meant about her now.And for some weird twisted reason, I pitied her... I fucking pitied her for stabbing me on my back. I, Leonardo Luciano, who never pitied a bloodied dying person begging for their lives to me who never pitied about someone's family, someone's company, or even my fate pitied the trembling girl before me.I lost my control over myself. Totally wholly for... her.... Rosalina.. I don't even know why I was shocked that she stabbed me. What was I expecting? In some part of my twsited beliefs, I believed that I couldn't be hurt by this one person. When, for me, every single person is on my radar. I trust none. And by none, I mean it. I keep checking on my own blood brother for the lack of trust I have in people. Then how could I.. How could I keep her off limit from my radar. It do
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 45
His Pov:When Roslaina asked to come back to my apartment with me, a strange warmth filled my chest, something I hadnāt expected. It feltā¦ good. For reasons I couldnāt fully understand, her request brought a quiet sense of peace to my heart. She could have stayed at the mansion, especially with David there, but she chose to leave with me. Maybe, just maybe, Iād misjudged her all along.And yet, I had punished her so harshly that Iād driven her to the brink of ending her own life. Dr. Matteo said she was battling severe depression, and though I hated to admit it, a dark part of me knew the truthāI was likely the reason she reached that edge. The weight of my actions hung heavy on my chest, the thought that I had contributed to her despair gnawing at me. Iād pushed her too far, blinded by my own anger and assumptions, and now I had to face the unbearable consequences of what Iād done to her fragile spirit.Dr. Matteo urged me to stay close to her, to watch over her, ensuring she wouldn
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 44
Her Pov:He murmurs under his breath before suddenly his arm wraps around my nape as he pulls my body against his as my front clashes with his bare chest, and he presses his lips on mine.My hand trails from his neck to his hair as I grasp them hard, but I dont stop him. I just couldn't stop him... That one second of when I looked at him, I saw something flicker in the deep hazel..Those eyes... His gaze holds something... Some raw unhealed emotion in them... And in one second, something changed. I didn't see the usual monster in him but a mirror. A mirror that holds the same raw emotions as me....He sucked my bottom lip in his mouth first before going for the upper lip, and then he sucked them both in his mouth before claiming his entrance in my mouth. His tongues trail inside my mouth, tasting every inch of my mouth.He's not just kissing me... He's claiming my fucking soul with the kiss .His pace keeps getting faster as he wrapped his other hand around my waist holding me closer t
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 43
Her Pov:My breath catches as I pull my hand away, bringing it in front of me. My hand is coated in fessh blood as it trails down my hand. I... I stabbed him. My hand trembles as my breathing gets hitched in my throat. I stand there thunderbolt as I tried to process what I just did.Leonardo slowly moves his head from my neck as he looks at me. He looks at me as a rush of pain flashes through his hazel eyes before it vanishes into the hazel. His eyes are locked with my ice blue one as his hand moves to the back of his shoulder, where the knife is still stabbed deep within him. With one swift move, he pulls the knife out of him as he brings it in front of us. His eyes still locked on my face. But I couldn't meet his gaze as my eyes moved to the kitchen knife. Fresh blood dripping off it.. I just stabbed him with this knife.. I... I might have killed him." So you want to kill me now, Rosalina?" He strikes me with his deep voice, but I just stand there as if I can't move my body. No...
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 42
Her Pov: My fingers tighten instinctively around my passport, gripping it as if itās the only thing anchoring me to reality. I could hear the heavy, deliberate sound of breathing behind me, sending chills racing down my spine. Slowly, I pushed myself to my feet, my movements careful and measured. My hands slipped behind my back, clutching my passport tightly, hiding it from view.As I turned, my gaze met his. He loomed over me, his presence overwhelming, his eyes dark and calculating. The menace in his expression was unmistakable, his towering figure watching me with an intensity that made the air around us feel suffocating.A slow, unsettling smile spreads across his face, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his eyes. He moves with a calculated ease, slipping off his coat and tossing it carelessly onto the bed before lowering himself onto the edge.āThe house is in quite a state today,ā he says, his tone deceptively light, almost conversational. āI didnāt realize you had such
