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His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 60
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 tearsābut 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 hasnāt 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 heās checkingāensuring the situation is under control.Rosalina stiffens at the sound, suddenly aware of herself, and I feel her attempt to pull away. But I donāt allow it. Not yet. I know she isnāt 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:She sleeps so soundly, as if yesterday never happened. As if she wasnāt 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 meā not as me, but as someone else. Marco.That name alone makes my jaw clench. The sheer hatred in her gaze, the raw fearāit 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.āNoah, tell the doctor Iāll be there in ten minutes.ā My voice is sharp, commanding.āYes, boss.ā His response is immediateāexactly 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 donāt like it. I donāt understand it.I move
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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 himāthe man who held me captive in his arms last night. Or had I sought refuge there on my own? I couldnāt tell anymore.I shouldnāt have found solace in his embrace. I shouldnāt 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 doesā¦I donāt know what he wants from me anymore. His actions, his wordsāthey 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 didnāt soften the blow, didnāt offer co
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Her Pov:āWho is Marco, Rosalina?āThe 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 nameāI 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 elseāsomething 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 somethingāanything. 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
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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.Sheās lying. I know she is. Even if the words coming from her lips hold some shred of truth, they arenāt 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 doesnāt fadeāit 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
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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 pressureāenough 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 isnāt. 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
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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 pathāwatching, 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 donāt move. His
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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
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His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā 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 usāsoft 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 softānever 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 RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 105
Her Pov:I swallow hard, looking away from him for a second, trying to gather my thoughts. āIs that it?ā I finally ask, my voice barely a whisper. The question lingers, hanging between us, almost absurd in its simplicity.āNo,ā he says softly, his voice barely louder than the riverās murmur. āThereās more to be freed than just the fish.āI 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 heās seeing through every wall Iāve 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."Theyāre just like me..." he whispers, the words soft but piercing, making my chest tighten. His eyes are intense,
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā 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 himāLeonardo, sitting beside me in the backseat, his presence heavy, commanding. He hasnāt spoken much since we left, and I canāt 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 heās 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 nightāof him.Heat curls under my skin at the memory, but I push it away. He hasnāt looked at me the same way since this morning, and I hate how that unsettles me. Like Iām 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 RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 103
Her Pov:When I wake up, heās 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 wasnāt just trying to claim my body but my very soul. As if the mere act of having me wasnāt enoughāhe needed to carve his presence into my skin, into my bones, into the deepest recesses of my mind. And whatās worse? I had wanted it. I needed i
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā 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 Iāve stared at it a thousand times. For a moment, I couldnāt even remember where I wasāonly 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 donāt know how long Iāve been here. Hours? Days? I canāt tell. Sleep doesnāt 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 bodyāmy entire beingāfelt like it wasnāt 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 RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 101
***15 years ago***His Pov:Itās 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 tooātight and rough around my skullācovering 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 donāt even know how I survived.If David hadnāt done somethingā¦ if he hadnāt begged or screamed for helpā¦ I wouldāve bled out right there at the bottom of those stairs, and no one wouldāve noticed until I started to rot.From the bits and pieces heās let slip, I think he ran to the neighbours, knocked on their doors in the middle of the night, sobbing
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 100
**15 years ago***His Pov:I donāt 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. Heād been with us the whole time, sitting close, occasionally throwing in jokes or grabbing the controller for his turn. It felt like family ā 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 didnāt exist.Until it did.Until everything shattered in a single heartbeat.A sharp sound cracked through the air ā the dull,
His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 99
**15 Years Ago**His Pov:I flip through the crumpled, half-burned pages of the only thing I have leftāthe only thing she couldnāt destroy. My fingers trace the torn edges carefully, like theyāre made of glass, like theyāll fall apart if I hold them too tight. The paper is stained, corners smudged, some pages singed at the ends. But itās 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 itās bleeding.Why does she always do this to me?Why does she always hate the things I love?I donāt understand her. Iāve never understood her. No matter how much I try. Iāve always liked quiet thingsābooks, 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 RoseĀ Ā Ā 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 donāt smokeānot usually. Iāve never needed vices to dull my mind, never sought escape in addiction or meaningless habits. Iāve always been above such weaknesses.And yet, here I am.Because of her.Sheās 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 canāt erase her from my mind. No matter how much I try, she lingersāher 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 meāso impossibly tight, so warm, so fucking
