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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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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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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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Her Pov: My fingers tighten instinctively around my passport, gripping it as if itâs 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.âThe house is in quite a state today,â he says, his tone deceptively light, almost conversational. âI didnât realize you had such
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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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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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His Pov:When Roslaina asked to come back to my apartment with me, a strange warmth filled my chest, something I hadnât expected. It felt⊠good. For reasons I couldnât 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, Iâd misjudged her all along.And yet, I had punished her so harshly that Iâd 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 truthâI 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. Iâd pushed her too far, blinded by my own anger and assumptions, and now I had to face the unbearable consequences of what Iâd 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 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 doneâand 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
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