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Part 85
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2025-03-13 22:48:41
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His Poisoned Rose   Part 01:
Her Pov: I open my eyes after how long I don't know. It feels like I am living in a haze. I don't know when I am awake or when I am sleeping. It's always like being in the middle of a dream and a reality. As I open my eyes, I try to get up, but I don't have any strength to even move. After attempting a number of times, I finally get up from my sleeping posture and sit up using the wall as my support. I sit up and look around the small dark room. It's so dark that only a dim light is there. My eyes move to the door of the room. It's the only way of getting in or out. Without the door, there's nothing in the room. Just a mattress on the floor, and that's it. There's no window in the room, so I can't tell if it's day or night. It's not that I care, though. My gaze shifts to the abandoned plate of food in front of the door, and I try to get up. My body hurts with every move as I struggle to stand on my feet. Leaning on the wall taking support, I finally stand up and try to walk towar
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-10-04His Poisoned Rose   Part 02:
His Pov:I sigh as the car parks in front of the venue. I usually hate this type of event, and I never attended them in the past. But this time, it needs to be done, and I need to attend the event. If it wasn't serious father wouldn't have send me here. Being the son of the leader of the Italian Mafia has given me a lot of things along with the responsibilities. Therefore, even if I personally hate it I didn't argue with father on the topic as I also know, we need to seal the deal with the Russians.Ethan Volcov, is a higher up in the Russian Mafia who reportedly is going to attend the event.My work is to attract his attention and have an introduction with him for a better chance of sealing the deal. I take a deep breath as I come out of the car and walk into the so-called venue.This is another stupid event of selling prostitutes to the elites of the society. To be precise to the scums of the society. But it can't be denied that this is the event you can find most of the influentia
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-10-04His Poisoned Rose   Part 3
Her Pov:I don't know what drug they put me on but I can still feel things around me see things even though they are blurry and can hear things even though they feel like they are coming from another world but yeah. I can walk as well, but I don't have much of my balance.Previously, whenever they injected me something, I lost my total sense and couldn't remember or feel anything. I would be like dead at the time.But this time it feels lighter than the previous ones. This time, I can tell things. I don't know if it's a good thing, though.They got me ready and blindfold me before taking me to somewhere.I don't know where they took me, but I could hear people talking and even naming prices.It took me a long while to understand that they were naming prices for me. But I couldn't react as the drug was slowly taking me over. A woman behind me was holding me as I was loosing my senses to even move a muscle of my body.The last thing I heard is " Sold". Before I lost in the darkness. Wh
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-10-04His Poisoned Rose   Part 04:
His Pov: I chain up my pants as she gets up and goes to the washroom. Honestly, I don't know why the hell I did that.I usually don't lose control and never do anything without giving it several thoughts. I never in my life bought any prostitute or forced myself on anyone. Women always went crazy over me and could do anything to get just a glance from me. I have just had one night stands and never slept with a woman twice in my life. I had sex just for some fun and ended it just in there. For the first time, I bought someone with money, and honestly, even I don't know what I planned to do with her. But I definitely didn't plan to sleep with her or even touch her. But when she continuously started to beg me to let her go and give her passport back to her, something shifted in my mind.If she didn't beg, I could even consider this, but her seemingly not wanting me even after being used by several people got me on my edge. I didn't like that she didn't want me. But what got me off w
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-10-04His Poisoned Rose   Part 5
Her Pov: It has been around ten days since I have been here. Most of the time he doesn't stay at the house and I love it as I don't like to have him around me. He intimidates me too much and makes me really nervous for some reason. Whenever he's in the house I often catch his eyes on me and he doesn't even move them away as if he couldn't care less. It feels like he isn't watching me but more like studying me. He hasn't touched me again since the first day and sleeps in the separate room as well. I think he started to grow bored of me and I am also trying to behave according to him so that I can get rid of this soon and leave for the US as they handed him my passport. Well I tried to find ways to run away when he was not at home. But he locked the door from the outside and there's no other way to get out. The apartment is I guess on the 17th or 18th floor as it's very high I can't climb down or anything. Anyway what would I do running away as I don't have my passport with m
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-10-24His Poisoned Rose   Part 6
Her Pov:And he stands up as he takes the last drag of his cigarette and crashes it under his shoe. His hazal eyes are way too calm, as if he knows what effect he's having on me. He takes a step towards me, and I take a step back on instinct. He raises a brow at that. He takes another two steps, and I try to run towards the door. I don't know what's on his mind, but I can tell whatever it is, it won't be beneficial for me. He scares me, especially after that night. I don't want to be used again. I don't want to be used anymore by anyone. But before I could tell within a second, he's on me slamming me against the door hard while pinning my both hands above my hand with only his one hand.I struggle to free myself as I can feel him against me. " Don't move, Rosalina." His voice breathy and so deep.He takes a moment as if calming himself down before using a finger of his other hand on my chin to make me look up at him. He makes me look at him using his firm hold on my jaw as he look
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-10-25His Poisoned Rose   Part 7
Her Pov:" You are not going anywhere, Rosalina."" What do you mean?" I furrow my brows as I look at him for my answer." It simply means that you are staying here. What part do you not understand?" His eyes on his phone as he answers." But it's already late and.."" And what Rosalina?" His eyes rise from his phone as it strikes upon me." And I need to sleep..." As I am freaking tired from all the journey and his psychotic behaviour. " Well, I am not stopping you from sleeping. You can sleep if you want to." " And where will you sleep then?"" This is my room, Rosalina. Where do you think I will sleep?" His voice laced with humour. Wow! He's indeed having fun." I am not sleeping here!" I let him know being determined. No way in hell I would sleep with him in the same room. How did he even think that I would sleep here! " Oh, but you are Rosalina. You are sleeping here!" His eyes on me as he lets me know his decision. " But why in here?? This is a whole freaking mansion ! Why
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-10-26His Poisoned Rose   Part 8
Her Pov:The whole day passed by doing nothing. I am so hell bored, but there's literally nothing I can do about that. I tried to watch the TV, but I was never a telephile, so I gave up after a while.Back in the US, I didn't even have time to get bored. Classes, studies, part-time jobs, and Antonio ...My chest tightens from the memories as I try to push them on the back of my head.How strange it is, isn't it? The memories you once used to live for can turn into the reason that kills you from within with every passing second! Even when I try my best to not think I can't help myself. Sometimes, I wonder if I would still choose Antonio once again if I knew the events would turn out like this?Tears threaten to gather in my eyes as I try to shake that thought off my head. No... I won't think ... I don't want to think anymore...But boredom is getting the best of me. I tried to talk with the maids, but they were so busy with their work that they showed no interest in talking with me.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-10-29
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His Poisoned Rose   Part 85
Her Pov:The chopper hums around me, the vibrations crawling up my spine, settling deep in my bones. The leather seat is smooth beneath my fingertips, but my hands tremble too much to register the luxury, the softness.I can still feel the phantom press of Leonardo’s fingers on my wrist, where he had gripped me like a possession—unchallenged, unquestioned.I stare out the window as the city shrinks beneath us, the twinkling lights of the streets like dying stars swallowed by the night. My stomach twists. I should fight. I should resist. But my body refuses to obey, frozen in place by something far more insidious than fear.Acceptance.Leonardo sits beside me, his presence an iron weight, his eyes a brand against my skin. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t need to. His mere existence suffocates the air between us, demanding attention, obedience, and submission.Noah and the other man—whose name I still don’t know—sit across from us, silent and watching. Waiting. For what, I don’t know. But thei
His Poisoned Rose   Part 84
Her Pov:"I don’t have a fiancée."The words land like a spark in the air between us—final, firm, and undeniable.My breath catches. My eyes widen. My entire body freezes as the weight of his statement settles into my bones, turning my limbs heavy and useless. I stare at him, my lips parting, but no sound comes out.I try again. "B-but you had a f-fiancée just yesterday."His lips curve into something that isn’t quite a smile—too sharp, too knowing. "And I don’t today," he states, his voice drenched in amusement, his eyes never leaving mine.I swallow hard, my pulse hammering at the base of my throat. "B-but how?" I whisper, my voice trembling as I search his face for an answer. For something. Anything.He steps closer. Too close. The heat of his body presses against mine, seeping into my skin, overwhelming my senses.His fingers trace along my jaw before tilting my chin upward, forcing me to meet his gaze. His deep sharp hazel eyes. I shudder at the possessiveness in his touch. His l
His Poisoned Rose   Part 83
Her Pov:I wander through the house without purpose, my steps slow, aimless. There’s an unsettling emptiness inside me, a gnawing uncertainty that I can’t seem to shake off. I rejected his offer to go to Paris with him—but what now? What does that mean for me? For us?A cold shiver crawled down my spine at the thought of him leaving without another word, boarding a plane and vanishing from my life just as suddenly as he had entangled himself in it. Leonardo is unpredictable. He could do it—he could leave me here, locked away, forgotten, discarded like an afterthought. The mere possibility makes my stomach twist, though I don’t understand why.The painkiller he left for me has dulled the sharp aches enough for me to move, but the exhaustion clings to my bones. I’m still hungry, but the breakfast he made remains untouched. I don’t have the strength to make something for myself—not when my mind is consumed by him.Leonardo.His name loops through my mind, dragging with it memories that m
His Poisoned Rose   Part 82
Her POV:“Pack your clothes, Rosalina.”His voice is smooth, commanding—so effortlessly authoritative that it leaves no room for defiance. But beneath that polished control, there’s something else. An edge of impatience. A quiet demand that brooks no refusal.I freeze, my grip tightening around the phone. Leaving?“P-Pack my clothes?” My voice comes out uncertain, barely above a whisper. My heart is already hammering against my ribs. “But why? Where are we going?”A pause. Just long enough to make my breath hitch. And then, finally—“Paris.”The word drops like a stone, heavy, and final.I forget to breathe. Forget that he’s still on the line. I just stand there, the phone pressed to my ear, my mind struggling to process what he just said.Paris? Is he serious? Is this some kind of twisted joke?My stomach clenches as reality crashes into me like a tidal wave. He slept with me once, and now he thinks he owns me? Does he really believe that because last night, I’ll just follow him like
His Poisoned Rose   Part 81
His Pov:I made Rosalina breakfast before leaving early. My father was heading home today, and I needed to speak with him before he did. He had probably already heard everything from Eliza. Knowing her, it was likely all over the place by now.I arrived at his condo, where his men escorted me inside. I didn’t bring any of my people, except for my driver. This conversation wasn’t meant for witnesses.The room was dimly lit, the scent of burning tobacco thick in the air. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me, exhaling a slow stream of smoke as he observed the city below. His presence alone was a quiet warning—controlled, dangerous, absolute. At least we have something in common. "I heard you wanted to see me." His voice was deep, calm—unbothered. He didn’t turn to acknowledge me, and I didn’t care."Yes," I replied, my tone just as cold. "That’s why I’m here."Our relationship was nothing like what a father and son should share. No warmth. No sentiment. Just business.
His Poisoned Rose   Part 80
Her Pov:When I open my eyes, the golden light of morning is already spilling through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues. I blink, my body heavy, sore. My gaze drifts around the room, searching for him, but he's nowhere to be seen. The sheets beside me are cold.I shift, trying to sit up, but a sharp ache between my legs makes me freeze. A whimper escapes my lips. Last night… he didn’t hold back. Not even a little. He took me as if restraint was a foreign concept, as if I belonged to him in a way that denied the need for gentleness. And now, I can still feel him—his presence lingering inside me, on me, all around me.I exhale shakily, dragging my body up against the headboard, each movement a reminder of his merciless touch. That’s when I noticed the bedside table. A plate of buttered toast, a cup of coffee still warm, a glass of water, and… painkillers.My throat tightens. He thought of this. He knew. A contradiction wrapped in flesh and bone—that’s what he is. One moment,
His Poisoned Rose   Part 79
His Pov:I lay her down on my bed, her body trembling beneath me, barely holding onto her senses after I fucked her. Hard. Deep. Like I needed to brand myself into her very being. Like I needed her to feel me long after I was gone. Her breath is uneven, her lips parted, swollen from my kisses, her skin still flushed with heat. And yet, the fire in her eyes hasn't dimmed. That defiant glare, that sharp tongue—God, she gets under my skin in ways I can’t even put into words.I hadn’t planned to fuck her like that. Not there. Not then. But I couldn’t hold myself back. Not when she looked at me like that. Not when her voice dripped with accusations, with detest, with anger that cut deeper than I wanted to admit. Not when she threw those words at me, her voice laced with bitterness—" What did you think, huh? She's a slut anyway. Why would she mind being a mistress?"That hit me. Hard.Like a fucking gut punch I wasn’t prepared for. The way she degraded herself, reduced herself to something
His Poisoned Rose   Part 78
His Pov: When the bell rang, I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders back, forcing the tension from my muscles. But it was still there. That feeling. That goddamn feeling I hadn't been able to shake since earlier tonight. Since her. She had cooked for me. And I’d fucking stood there, frozen, watching her shift nervously under my gaze, her fingers fidgeting, her cheeks flushed like she wasn’t sure if what she’d done was right. Like she was afraid I’d dismiss it. Dismiss her. That softness in her voice, the unspoken need in her eyes—it did something to me. Twisted something deep in my gut. No one had ever done that before. Not for me. People feared me. Respected me. Needed me. But no one… cared. No one gave without expecting something in return. No one saw me as a man—just a force, a means to an end. But she did. And it was fucking unsettling. Because I didn’t do softness. Didn’t do warmth. Those things made a man weak. Made him vulnerable. And yet, standing there, listening to
His Poisoned Rose   Part 77
Her Pov:"Don't fucking touch me..." I hiss and his eyes darken so much they get just like the night.Dark... Unsettling...He tilts his head a little as a smirk takes over his face. A smirk is so dangerous. As he leans over me, his mouth reaches just to the shell of my ear as his hand squeezes my hands painfully."You..." His voice is low, a dark promise against my skin as his hand drifts up my thigh, slipping beneath the soft folds of my baby pink dress."Don't..." A breath catches in my throat as his fingers graze the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, teasing, lingering."Get to..." His lips ghost over the shell of my ear, warm and tantalizing, sending a shiver down my spine."Stop me."I try to push his hand away, my fingers wrapping around his wrist in a feeble attempt to resist, but he doesn’t yield. Instead, he presses me back, pinning me against the cold railing with nothing but his presence. A gasp escapes me—a sharp intake of breath, equal parts defiance and submission. His
