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Part 37
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His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 38
Her Pov:โBut if you want me to listen,โ he continues, his voice now a seductive command, โyouโll have to ride the horse with me first.โMy 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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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-12-30His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 39
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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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-12-31His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 40
Her Pov:" To my room Rosalina..." My eyes snap back at him as he's causally taking off his boots. " Why would I go to your room when there's a spare room?"He kicks the boots away as he is on me in a span of a second. " You are greatly mistaken.. Rosalina... if you expect me to explain..." I look up at him as he's looking down on me, our eyes locked with each other. He's not even touching me, but the tension is brewing as I couldn't keep my eyes locked with him, and I tear it off as I look at the room I used to stay in.I look back at him, and his gaze is still fixed on me. Unyielding and piercing through my soul. " What if I say no?" I mumble, trying to keep my voice steady." Then..." He moves his face closer to me and stops just inches away from my face. His eyes move down to my lips as they linger on them for a bit before moving back to my eyes again." You will be responsible for what happens next." He whispers in his deep voice in his heavy Italian accent before he takes a ste
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-12-31His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 41
Her Pov: I stand there for a bit more to learn what he actually is talking about. But after that one line he continued on his native language, so I didn't understand anything. But when it felt like he's going to hang up, I silently ran to the bed as I got inside it, covering myself with duvet as I squeezed my eyes close. It wasn't needed, though, because Leonardo didn't come back to bed. He took his laptop as he sat on the divan, probably working on it. But I couldn't sleep back. How could I sleep? He's not just dangerous... He sounded like a criminal! Like a cold- blooded, practised murderer!I don't understand why I am getting so shocked... But I can't help it. Even when I saw him shooting a person in cold blood myself and leaving him there. But still, somewhere in my mind, I hoped him to be a better person. I don't know why... But I did... Even though he proved me wrong several times but that 1 per cent of my mind didn't let go of that hope.And no, I feel like a fool. A certifie
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-12-31His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 42
Her Pov: My fingers tighten instinctively around my passport, gripping it as if itโs 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.โThe house is in quite a state today,โ he says, his tone deceptively light, almost conversational. โI didnโt realize you had such
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-12-31His Poisoned Roseย ย ย 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...
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-12-31His Poisoned Roseย ย ย 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
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-12-31His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 45
His Pov:When Roslaina asked to come back to my apartment with me, a strange warmth filled my chest, something I hadnโt expected. It feltโฆ good. For reasons I couldnโt 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, Iโd misjudged her all along.And yet, I had punished her so harshly that Iโd 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 truthโI 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. Iโd pushed her too far, blinded by my own anger and assumptions, and now I had to face the unbearable consequences of what Iโd done to her fragile spirit.Dr. Matteo urged me to stay close to her, to watch over her, ensuring she wouldn
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His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 106
Her Pov:The sun sinks lower over the Seine, casting molten gold across the water, painting the ripples with liquid fire. The city hums around usโsoft laughter from distant lovers drifting through the air, the rhythmic lapping of waves against the stone embankment, the whisper of the wind as it tangles through my dress.Paris feels like a dream, weightless and unreal, but Leonardo beside me is more vivid than anything else.He moves with his usual silent grace, his presence coiled and restrained, like a predator choosing patience over pursuit. The evening glow sharpens the angles of his face and deepens the shadows beneath his cheekbones, making him look like something sculpted from darkness itself. He is breathtaking, but never softโnever safe.A sudden gust of wind sweeps in, lifting the hem of my dress, sending a shiver dancing up my spine. Before I can react, warmth engulfs me. Leonardo moves with a quiet swiftness that steals the breath from my lungs, pressing against my back, h
His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 105
Her Pov:I swallow hard, looking away from him for a second, trying to gather my thoughts. โIs that it?โ I finally ask, my voice barely a whisper. The question lingers, hanging between us, almost absurd in its simplicity.โNo,โ he says softly, his voice barely louder than the riverโs murmur. โThereโs more to be freed than just the fish.โI glance up at him, but his expression remains unreadable, as always. But something in the way he looks at me makes my breath hitch, like heโs seeing through every wall Iโve built.He steps closer, and I feel the heat of his presence before I even see him fully. The air between us thickens as though the world is holding its breath. I want to speak, to ask him everything, but my throat tightens, the words sticking in my chest. I stand there, frozen in place, as his gaze holds me captive, just as much as he claims to have done to the fish."Theyโre just like me..." he whispers, the words soft but piercing, making my chest tighten. His eyes are intense,
His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 104
Her Pov:Paris stretches endlessly beyond the car window, a blur of elegant streets and towering architecture, but none of it holds my attention. All I see is himโLeonardo, sitting beside me in the backseat, his presence heavy, commanding. He hasnโt spoken much since we left, and I canโt tell if the silence between us is suffocating or intoxicating. Maybe both. His fingers tap lightly against his knee, his eyes staring straight ahead, but I know heโs aware of every movement I make. Every breath.The ride stretches on for hours, the city fading into quieter roads, then almost nothingness. I shift uncomfortably, feeling the slight ache still lingering in my body, a reminder of last nightโof him.Heat curls under my skin at the memory, but I push it away. He hasnโt looked at me the same way since this morning, and I hate how that unsettles me. Like Iโm standing on uneven ground, waiting for him to either pull me in or push me away.His two men sit in the front, quiet as ever, focused on
His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 103
Her Pov:When I wake up, heโs nowhere to be seen. The bed is cold beside me, as if he had left hours ago, yet the air still carries the ghost of his presence.Last night, he was all over me. When I drifted into sleep, it was with his scent wrapped around me, his breath mingling with mine, his body pressing down on me in a way that made me feel utterly possessed. Now, with the morning light streaming through the curtains, I feel the stark emptiness of his absence. My fingers brush over the sheets, still slightly wrinkled from where his hands had gripped me, from where his body had pinned me down as he took me, as he claimed me.A sharp ache pulses between my legs, a reminder of just how relentless he was. His thrusts had been merciless, as if he wasnโt just trying to claim my body but my very soul. As if the mere act of having me wasnโt enoughโhe needed to carve his presence into my skin, into my bones, into the deepest recesses of my mind. And whatโs worse? I had wanted it. I needed i
His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 102
***15 Years ago****His POV:When my eyes cracked open, it felt like waking from death itself.The ceiling above me swayed, blurry and unfamiliar, though Iโve stared at it a thousand times. For a moment, I couldnโt even remember where I wasโonly the weight of my limbs, the stickiness of blood dried across my skin, and the stinging throb radiating from every corner of my body. My breath came out jagged, uneven, as if my lungs had forgotten how to pull in air.I donโt know how long Iโve been here. Hours? Days? I canโt tell. Sleep doesnโt feel like sleep anymore. It feels like falling into some black hole and clawing my way back up every time, just to fall again.My bodyโmy entire beingโfelt like it wasnโt mine anymore.My skin prickled and burned, covered in sweat, filth, and blood. When I shifted, a sharp, tearing sensation ripped through my back and arms. I sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, forcing my eyes to move, to look down.Shards of glass.Tiny, jagged pieces embedded in
His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 101
***15 years ago***His Pov:Itโs been three days since my mother pushed me down the stairs.Three days since I felt my body crash against every hard step, bones snapping, skull cracking, everything blurring into nothingness before I blacked out.My right hand is fractured. They had to wrap it in plaster, sling it from my neck like a reminder of how breakable I really am. My head is bandaged tooโtight and rough around my skullโcovering the deep wound above my eyebrow where they stitched me back together. Seven stitches. I counted them when I woke up, fingers trembling as I traced the skin around them, wondering why I still felt so numb.I donโt even know how I survived.If David hadnโt done somethingโฆ if he hadnโt begged or screamed for helpโฆ I wouldโve bled out right there at the bottom of those stairs, and no one wouldโve noticed until I started to rot.From the bits and pieces heโs let slip, I think he ran to the neighbours, knocked on their doors in the middle of the night, sobbing
His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 100
**15 years ago***His Pov:I donโt even know how much time passed while we sat there, lost in the comfort of something that felt almost... normal. Maybe an hour. Maybe two. All I know is the sun had already started creeping higher, bleeding light through the half-closed curtains while we sat cross-legged on the floor of my room, controllers in hand, laughing at nothing and everything as we played my favourite video games.David had woken up too. Heโd been with us the whole time, sitting close, occasionally throwing in jokes or grabbing the controller for his turn. It felt like family โ not the kind of family I grew up with, but the kind I used to dream about. A soft, peaceful, happy little bubble. It almost felt like Father's Home, when Aunt Rachel used to stay with us, making dessert while the TV buzzed in the background.For once, the world outside my door didnโt exist.Until it did.Until everything shattered in a single heartbeat.A sharp sound cracked through the air โ the dull,
His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 99
**15 Years Ago**His Pov:I flip through the crumpled, half-burned pages of the only thing I have leftโthe only thing she couldnโt destroy. My fingers trace the torn edges carefully, like theyโre made of glass, like theyโll fall apart if I hold them too tight. The paper is stained, corners smudged, some pages singed at the ends. But itโs still here. It's my favourite book. The only one I could save.A sharp sting burns the back of my eyes, and I blink hard, fighting the tears that keep coming even when I tell them not to. A droplet escapes anyway, falling on the brittle page in front of me. The black ink smudges under it like itโs bleeding.Why does she always do this to me?Why does she always hate the things I love?I donโt understand her. Iโve never understood her. No matter how much I try. Iโve always liked quiet thingsโbooks, cameras, and games. Things that let me disappear into a different world because this one hurts too much. But to her, those things are worthless. Nonsense.
His Poisoned Roseย ย ย Part 98
His Pov:I stand on the balcony, the city lights flickering below like dying embers, as I take a slow drag from the cigarette I borrowed from one of my men. The smoke curls in the air, a temporary distraction, but even that isn't enough.I donโt smokeโnot usually. Iโve never needed vices to dull my mind, never sought escape in addiction or meaningless habits. Iโve always been above such weaknesses.And yet, here I am.Because of her.Sheโs made me crave, made me restless, and made me need.My fingers tighten around the cigarette, the burn at my fingertips, nothing compared to the fire coursing through me. I canโt erase her from my mind. No matter how much I try, she lingersโher ice-blue eyes wide and full of something between fear and defiance. Her swollen lips, parted and trembling. Her teary eyes, her breathy moans and her tight cunt all just leaves me hungrier.The way she looked at me, the way she sounded, the way she felt wrapped around meโso impossibly tight, so warm, so fucking
