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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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Her Pov:I was just about to get up on my feet when the door swings open and Leonardo gets in. His gaze runs over me as he watches me. His dead eyes beholding first shock, and then his eyes they darken as he moved closer, taking in the situation. " What the fuck do you think you are doing Rosalina?" He hisses as he moved to me.I don't answer him as I ignore him and get up on feet. A whimper leaves my mouth as my feet touch the cold ground, and I stumble as I feel the whole world roaming around me. I am about to fall to the ground, losing my balance before a hand slips around my waist, breaking my fall." Are you okay?" He asks me as his gaze softens as he watches me with something that is very unusual. His dark hair fell to his forehead as his breath fans over my lips as he held me so close to him.I push him with all my strength as I struggle to stand on my feet, taking him by surprise. " What the fuck, Rosalina? What happened?" He asks me as I can see his eyes turning almost sha
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Her Pov:Someone's touching me. The sensation pulls me from the depths of sleep, and my eyes flutter open. At first, the figure before me is nothing more than a blur, shrouded in shadows. But as my vision clears, the features sharpen, revealing a face I didn't expect to see. My breath catches in my throat, shock rippling through me like a cold wave.Antonio is standing beside my bed as he slowly runs his fingers on my face. I jerk away from his touch as a sudden rush of pain shot through my nerve, but I don't bother. My eyes locked on him as I took in a deep breath." What the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper after gathering my courage."How are you doing, Rosalina?" He asks me as his voice filled with fake concern. He again tried to touch me as I flinch away. " None of your fucking business.." I snap, my eyes darting to the closed door of the room before settling down on him again. " How is it not my business, sweetheart? You went as far as slitting your wrist for me, and you are
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Her Pov:With that, he leaves me alone in the room and closes the door behind him.I go to the wasroom and finish my morning business before throwing a blue crop top and jeans on as I leave the room. David is waiting outside for me as he's leaning against the wall, watching something on his phone.He gives a warm smile to me as he sees me on the door and I follow him down the hallway. My mind is not in peace as I still dont know what Antonio is doing here. My eyes fall on david. He has to know something about it." Um.. David?" I take his name at a low tone as he looks at me over his shoulder. " Yeah?" He asks me as he looks at me cautiously. " What is... I mean, what is Leonardo doing with Susan? Is she here?"" Yeah, she lives in here with Antonio... I mean her husband, you know.. They were on vacation to Paris.. But now they are back to living here..." He answers back at me nonchalntly as I tried to digest what he just said." Wait.. Do you mean they live here? Are they going to s
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Her Pov:“But if you want me to listen,” he continues, his voice now a seductive command, “you’ll have to ride the horse with me first.”My eyes widened in disbelief as I watched the determination on those features. He can't be serious. I am here to talk about such an important topic, and he is not only taking it lightly, but it's almost like he's mocking me.But before I could say something David's phones ringtone interrupts me as he takes a glance at it before looking at Leonardo. " I have take it." He looks at me with a teasing look on his face." Enjoy Rosalina.. " With that he leaves me alone with the devil himself." Are you kidding me?" I ask him with my voice laced with dubiety. He raises a brow. " Have I ever?" He asks me in his deep, unyielding voice. Well, he never had. But it doesn't change the fact that what I need to tell him is very important, and the sooner I tell him, the better it would be." But... But I don't know how to ride a horse.." I whisper as I watch him on
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Her Pov:My eyes are locked on the news at the TV as a cold sweat runs down my spine. Drugs dealing! This is the type of people Leonardo is associated with... Or has rivalry with... To have rivalry with someone, you have to be at the save level of theirs. And from what I feel.. Leonardo is not at the same level but beyond the level of the king brothers. Kings who are the biggest trading companies, but he has to be even higher than them. This is why, within some hours, they are in handcuffs.It can be that I am overthinking, but I have a feeling. A gut feeling that whatever I am thinking, this is it. I don't know why I even feel so shocked so confused... Wherever we drive to, there are cars following us full of guards... He literally fired openly on cars in broad daylight and killed someone just before my eyes.He is much more dangerous... He's a lot more dangerous than I thought. If it's his doing and he could take down the kings brothers just because they bothered him, then what wi
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