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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
His Pov:I watch her from the corner of my eye as she gets into the car and shifts in her seat, her posture tense, fingers gripping the bag like it's a lifeline. She's trying to pretend she isn't affected, that she isn't carrying the weight of what happened last night, but I see it. I see everything.The marks on her throat, faint yet unmistakable. My marks.She saw them.I knew she would.I exhale slowly, keeping my gaze fixed on my phone, feigning indifference even as something dark coils inside me. Guilt? No. I don't regret it. But there's something about the way she tries to hide it with her hair that unsettles me in ways I refuse to name."Where are we going?" Her voice finally breaks the silence, tentative yet steady.I glance up, meeting her eyes for the first time since she got in the car. Her gaze is searching, desperate for answers, for clarity. I give her none."Home."The word lingers between us, heavy with unspoken meaning. She swallows hard, turning her face to the windo
Her Pov:And then, without hesitation, he lifts me.With just one arm, as if I weigh nothing to him.The air stills. My pulse stammers. My body presses against the heat of his, caught between fear and something far more dangerous.He carries me to the kitchen with effortless ease, settling me onto the cool surface of the table. The air between us is heavy, charged, as he pours another glass of water. Without a word, he presses a tablet against my lips, his fingers lingering there just a second too long. His dark eyes flicker with something unreadable, focused solely on my mouth as I part my lips and take the pill. I reach for the glass, swallowing, and as the water slides down my throat, his gaze follows its path—watching, waiting.Then he leans in, close enough that his breath brushes against my lips, warm and steady. His fingers move next, long and deliberate, starting just below my ear, tracing a slow, featherlight path down my neck.A shiver runs through me, but I don’t move. His
Her Pov:I freshen up and change my clothes into a coffee toned frock that reaches to my mid thigh. It's an off shoulder dress, Leomardo brought from his apartment, and that's when I see it.The marks of his fingers on my throat.Faint, but undeniable. Shadows of his touch, pressed into my skin, proof of the power he holds. He really did put pressure—enough to leave a mark. My breath stills as I lift my hand, fingertips hovering just above the bruises. A silent reminder. A warning. Or maybe something else entirely.A knock on the door makes me freeze. I open my hair and let them fall on my shoulder, a desperate try to hide the marks.It can't be Leonardo. He never knocks.Then, it has to be the doctor or one of his men."Come in..." My voice is steady, but my pulse isn’t. I step away from the mirror as the door swings open.A man stands at the threshold, dressed in all black. Tall, broad-shouldered, unfamiliar."Boss told me to escort you to the car." His tone is low, impersonal. His
His Pov:I storm out of her cabin, slamming the door behind me. My pulse hammers against my skull, my breaths coming in sharp, ragged bursts. My fingers flex and curl into a tight fist at my side, aching with the ghost of her throat still beneath them. It took everything in me to let go, to force my grip to loosen when all I wanted was to squeeze the truth out of her.She’s lying. I know she is. Even if the words coming from her lips hold some shred of truth, they aren’t the whole truth. And that eats at me like a slow-burning fire.My shoulders heave as I drag in a breath, trying to wrestle back control. But the fury doesn’t fade—it thrums in my veins, a caged beast pacing just beneath my skin. I saw the way she looked at Marco last night. Pure hatred. Loathing carved into every line of her face.Then why is she protecting him? Why does he matter so much to her?My jaw clenches, muscles flexing beneath the strain. My knuckles crack as my fist tightens. I want to destroy something. So
Her Pov:“Who is Marco, Rosalina?”The words hit like a dagger to my spine.And I freeze. My breath catches in my throat, my pulse hammering against my ribs. How... how does he know? His name—I barely whispered it last night, a fragile sound lost in the dark, one I wasn't even sure had escaped my lips. And yet, he knows. Of course, he does.A shiver snakes down my spine, part fear, part something else—something I refuse to name. I should have known better. He notices everything. Every glance, every hesitation, every breath I take when he's near.And now, he wants answers. His voice is calm, but I feel the weight of his question pressing against my skin, sinking into my bones. Once again, it's him in control. Him demanding. Me unraveling.I should answer. I should give him something—anything. But do I have to? Am I truly bound to obey? Am I really that powerless against him? That bound to lay myself bare, to show him the cracks in my armour, the trembling vulnerability beneath? If he
Her Pov:The warmth of the morning sun kissed my skin, pulling me from the depths of sleep. My eyes fluttered open, instinctively searching for him—the man who held me captive in his arms last night. Or had I sought refuge there on my own? I couldn’t tell anymore.I shouldn’t have found solace in his embrace. I shouldn’t have let his presence calm the storm inside me. Yet, against all logic, my pulse had synced with his, beating in unison like a whispered secret in the dark. He is unravelling me, twisting my thoughts, blurring the lines between captor and comfort.He confuses me. He really does…I don’t know what he wants from me anymore. His actions, his words—they contradict each other so effortlessly that I can no longer tell what is real and what is a carefully crafted illusion. Just yesterday afternoon, he shattered me. With nothing but his words, he carved wounds deep into my soul, forcing me to face a truth I was never ready to accept. He didn’t soften the blow, didn’t offer co
His Pov:She sleeps so soundly, as if yesterday never happened. As if she wasn’t trembling in my arms, her lips quivering, her entire body frozen in terror. But I remember. I remember too damn well. The way she looked at me— not as me, but as someone else. Marco.That name alone makes my jaw clench. The sheer hatred in her gaze, the raw fear—it wasn't for me. It was for him. But why? How? What did she see in me that made her mistake me for him?The questions claw at me, relentless. I need answers. I need to know.I pull my phone from my pocket and dial Noah. He picks up on the first ring.“Noah, tell the doctor I’ll be there in ten minutes.” My voice is sharp, commanding.“Yes, boss.” His response is immediate—exactly as it should be.I toss the phone onto the bedside table and run a hand through my hair. The need for control is second nature, but right now, I feel anything but. She has shaken something in me, something dark and restless. I don’t like it. I don’t understand it.I move
His Pov: I run my fingers through her silky dark brown hair, feeling the tremors of her quiet sobs as they shake her fragile frame. Her fists clutch desperately at my shirt, the fabric growing damp with her tears—but I couldn't care less. What mattered was the way she fit against me, small and trembling, as if she was trying to disappear into my presence.I inhale deeply, letting the scent of roses and a faint trace of antiseptic medicine wrap around my senses. It clings to her like a ghost of past pain, something she hasn’t quite escaped.A voice cuts through the air."Boss?" Noah's tone is careful, laced with a quiet reverence. He knows better than to intrude, but he’s checking—ensuring the situation is under control.Rosalina stiffens at the sound, suddenly aware of herself, and I feel her attempt to pull away. But I don’t allow it. Not yet. I know she isn’t ready, not when her body still trembles against mine, not when I can still feel the uneven rhythm of her breathing.Without
His Pov:I watch her, and my blood turns to ice as rage floods my veins, burning hotter than fire. All I see is red. Whoever did this—whoever made her look at me like this—will suffer. I will tear him apart, rip the flesh from his bones, and paint my walls with his blood for daring to break her like this. For putting that fear in her eyes.She stands before me, trembling, her face drained of all colour, her soft features twisted in a way I have never seen before. Horror—of that bastard—bleeds into her wide, stricken eyes, turning them into bottomless wells of unspoken terror. It knocks the breath from my lungs, an invisible hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing.She looks at me as though I am something unspeakable. Something she can not bear to see. And even though she just took someone else's name but she looks at me with that gaze of her. At me..The weight of it crushes down on me, thick and suffocating, coiling around my ribs like a vice. My mind races, grasping for a reason,