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Her Pov:I look at him, but it's as if I can't see him. Instead, I see those people from there. From that hell.My fingers clench around the glass tighter. So tight I can feel my knuckles whitening. I want the pain to flush into my skin and pull me from the web that I am falling into again.I move my eyes from him as he lets go of my chin, but I still can't escape those words in my own mind. "You are a whore Maryline. You like it or not!" A voice in my head keeps repeating it.I close my eyes as I repeat in my mind. I am not a whore. I am not a whore... But all I can hear is cruel laughters and all I can see is those red eyes. The marks on my back burn brighter. The marks of the whipping. I squeeze my eyes tighter.The choking ,the beatings, and the injections all rush into me as I slightly tremble. Tears welling up to my eyes. They kept me hungry for 3 days, and after that, they pushed a shot into me, and the next day, I found a man lying beside me. Naked. All used.And then another
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Her Pov: I stare at the closed door, my body trembling with quiet sobs. I donât know why I care so muchâwhy his opinion of me matters, why the way he sees me cuts so deep. But it does. It matters more than it should.My heart twists painfully as I replay the moment he walks away, not even sparing me a single glance. That hurts more than I can put into words. The distrust in his eyes, the quiet hatred buried beneath his gazeâit shatters me. And no matter how much I try to push it away, the truth lingers: his absence feels heavier than it should.I stare down at my hands, watching as shards of broken glass pierce my skin, their jagged edges buried deep. Blood smears across my palms, trickling down my wrists, staining my clothes in dark, crimsonstreaks. It should hurt. I should feel the sting, the sharp bite of pain.But all I feel is nothing-just an empty, aching numbness that stretches from the inside out, swallowing me whole. I had only wanted to see a flicker of trust, a shred of b
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Her Pov:I have no idea how long Iâve been drifting through this suffocating darkness, the silence pressing in on me like a living thing. Then, just as a shiver runs down my spine, I catch the faintest movementâa shadow shifting within the black void. My breath hitches.âWhoâs there?â I whisper, my voice barely breaking the oppressive stillness as I strain to make out the figure lurking in the dark.Silence answers my question, thick and unyielding. The only sound is the faint, rhythmic beeping of machines, a steady pulse in the stillness. My eyes adjust, tracing the vague outlines of the furniture in the dimly lit cabin. The walls, the bed, the quiet hum of life-supporting devicesâtheyâre all real.Maybe this isnât a nightmare. Maybe Iâm not trapped in some fever dream, lost in the abyss of my own mind. Maybe the darkness isnât just in my head. Itâs real. And Iâm still inside it.I drag my body up on my bed as I try to get down from the bed. A tremor runs through my legs as I will t
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His Pov:I suck in a sharp breath, struggling to steady my racing pulse as I slam the door shut behind me. Her eyesâcold, filled with nothing but raw hatred. Not just anger. It's not just pain. But pure, unfiltered loathing. The way she looked at me, the way she recoiled, as if my very presence was something vile.And then her wordsâno, not words. A threat. A warning laced with venom. Donât touch me.As if my touch was poison. As if I hadnât already done enough damage.I stepped out, forcing distance between us, not because I wanted toâbut because for the first time, I feared that staying would only shatter her more.âNoah, call the doctor,â I grit out, my voice sharp with urgency.He nods and rushes off without hesitation. I barely have time to take another breath before he returns, followed by a group of doctors and nurses, their hurried footsteps echoing through the hallway. They push past me, swarming around her, their voices a blur of medical jargon and clipped orders.I take a s
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His Pov:All? Maybe not all... Maybe except her...Rosalina... Almost all except the one with her.... Because with her, neither do I have gratitude for her nor do I have any profit keeping her. But do I even have any relation with her? No.... She's....She's just there... Without any relation...Except maybe the one I have with her. The relation of an owner and a property.I shake that thought of for now as I focus back to Father's question. "I have information on them. Either they give us the deal or they meet their ruin." I conclude as father drags a smoke emphasising on every of my single words before a smile creeps on his face very slowly.A year ago, the Irishes tried to smuggle drugs and illegal weapons at Milan, and they succeeded. Or so do they think. Neither the smuggled drugs nor the illegal weapons reached their destination. Their first crime was to smuggle the drugs and those weapons in my fucking arena and their second crime was to ever underestimate what Leonardo Luciano
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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 tearsâbut 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 hasnât 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 heâs checkingâensuring the situation is under control.Rosalina stiffens at the sound, suddenly aware of herself, and I feel her attempt to pull away. But I donât allow it. Not yet. I know she isnât ready, not when her body still trembles against mine, not when I can still feel the uneven rhythm of her breathing.Without
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His pov:âSay it.âMy voice is low, rough, an unrelenting command wrapped in a whisper. âSay youâre mine.âShe stiffens, her breath coming in uneven gasps, her lips trembling as if she wants to speak but can't force the words out. Her hands, small and delicate, tremble at her sides, fingers curling as if gripping onto invisible resolve. Her lashes flutter, her throat bobs in a shallow swallow, and I see itâthe war raging inside her.She wonât say it. Not yet. But I need to hear it. I need the syllables to spill from her lips, to wrap around me like chains, to solidify what I already know to be true. She belongs to me. And soon, sheâll understand that. Sheâll surrender. Sheâll accept it. She has no choiceâIâll make sure of it.A slow smirk tugs at my lips as I move, scooping her into my arms with ease. Her body is light, fragile against mine, but she gasps, startled, her fingers fisting the fabric of my shirt near my chest. I feel the tremor in her touch, the unspoken question lingerin
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Her Pov:"Good girl." He murmurs.. I barely register the words at first, but when they sink inâwhen I hear the way he murmurs them, low and satisfiedâsomething inside me snaps."Good girl."The moment shatters, and I am dragged back into reality with a force so jarring it makes my head spin. What the fuck am I even doing? How could I have parted my lips for him, given him the chance to take control again?Again.My stomach twists violently as shame and fury war within me. Just this afternoon, his hands had been on me, fingers tracing my skin with a possessiveness that made my knees weak.I hadn't resisted. I hadn't fought. Instead, I had meltedâmelted into his touch, into his heat, into the way his breath had ghosted over my skin like a promise he had no intention of keeping.But himâheâs cruel.He felt it. I know he did. The heat between us, the raw, unspoken hunger. And yet, just when the fire threatened to consume us both, he had pulled away. Like it meant nothing. Like I meant no
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Her Pov:"What the fuck do you think youâre doing, Rosalina?" His voice is a low growl, rough and edged with something I canât quite name. His breath fans over my lips, scorching and suffocating, as his darkened eyes pin me in place. His jaw is tight, a muscle ticking as if heâs barely holding himself back.My throat constricts my chest tight with the realization that even death is not an escape. Even in my most desperate moment, he still found me, still pulled me back from the abyss. There is no outrunning him. No hiding. No freedom from the force that is him. And that realization sends a bolt of frustration through me.With a strangled breath, I shove at his shoulder. "Why do you care?" I hiss, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and something far more dangerous.But before I can push him away, he movesâfaster than I can react. His hand clamps around both of my wrists, forcing them above my head in one swift motion.My back collides with the cold wall, my pulse hammering as his b
