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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 escape—from 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 don’t. 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. She’s running from me, but she should know by now—there’s nowhere she can go where I won’t find her.I don’t 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 life—laughter 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. It’s 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 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
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Her Pov:I’m so tired… utterly drained. I don’t even know how long I’ve 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?I’ve been wandering through these shadowed corridors, my footsteps echoing in the silence, searching—desperately—for 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 can’t 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 something—anything—to 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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Her Pov:The whole garden is turning into a haze disappearing into the thin air...No......My eyes snap open, and for a few moments, I stare blankly, struggling to make sense of my surroundings. Then, a sharp burst of light forces me to squeeze them shut. Slowly, I open them again, this time adjusting to the brightness. My gaze first locks onto the ceiling before drifting to the other objects in the room. Everything feels hauntingly familiar...No way... Am I.. Am I in his room? But how?My eyes shift and settle on the figure seated in a chair next to me. His face is obscured, likely because he's asleep, slumped forward in the chair, with his head resting on the bed beside my outstretched body.But even if his face is not in my view somehow, I can tell it's the owner of this room. Leonardo... But what is he doing here? Why is he sleeping like this, and that too beside me with... with my hand in his...I jerk my hand away from his grasp, but a sharp whimper escapes my lips as pain fla
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