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His Pov:It has been a year or two since I came back in this mansion. I usually stay in the city and take care of things in there. In this area, David usually handles matters.But this time, the arms dealing David handles got interrupted a number of times because of the Dovans.. Our foremost rival. So, to take care of the matters here, I had to eventually come on my father's instructions.I couldn't leave Rosalina in my apartment as I didn't know how long I was going to stay so I had to take her with me.It's not an issue anyway because no one gets to question me in here. Father doesn't care whatever I do or whoever I bring as long as his work is being done. David won't care as well. At least I thought so.Well, to my surprise, he did care. And I didn't like that. I didn't like it at all. I didn't like the closeness forming between them. And I am pissed at the fact that it bothers me. It fucking bothers me when it shouldn't.She's just something I bought with money. She's easily repla
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Her Pov:I don't know how long I was in that darkness luring around. No dreams, no nightmare, but only darkness. But this darkness is somehow familiar to me. I want to hide in it and never come out of it. I just want to bury myself deep within the darkness. I don't have the energy to fight with this darkness anymore. I could feel someone touching me. A very light feather like touch, but his touch alone dragged me out of the darkness. The darkness I have been caged in for a long time..I try to open my eyes slowly as my lids feel as heavy as stones. I open my eyes, and for a second, everything is in a blur before a face slowly gets visible to me. His piercing hazal eyes, long eyelashes, those high cheekbones, his brown silky hair covering slightly of his forehead as he gets more and more real to me. Looking at me. Touching me. Grazing my hair ever so slightly.His hazal eyes were searching for something in my ice blue ones as I slowly came back to my senses. He's lying sideways besid
Last Updated : 2024-11-10His Poisoned Rose   Part 11
Her Pov: I freeze at my spot as his murderous gaze falls on me. A psychotic little smirk appears on his face as his hazel eyes that are now almost looking black locked on my ice blue ones. He nods almost to himself while keeping his eyes locked with mine, and lets go off David's collar as he falls on his feet all while not moving his eyes from mine.He takes a step towards me, and I take a step back instantly. His eyes are still locked with mine as he takes another step towards me, and an alarm starts to ring all loud in my mind.He doesn't look like his usual self. That coldness death glare is replaced with a storm within his eyes. His huge shadow seems to be the shadow of an uncalled danger. His footsteps are calculated and calm.And this calm and menacing aura of his making me tremble in fear. I try to explain to him the situation as a last resort to save myself. I am already shattered enough that I won't be able to take anymore. " Leonardo, look, I was here to just read. David
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Her Pov:My eyes widen as fresh tears trail down my cheeks. He's still leaning against the shelf as his eyes are scanning my whole body, taking me in. " Move your hands, Rosalina." He states at a low voice, gesturing towards my crossed hands covering my brasts. His tone leaves no room for negotiation. I shake my head, letting him know I am not going to do it. Even if I am terrified of him at the moment but I am not going to take off my hands. It's like giving away my body to him on my own will. And I have no will to associate myself with him in anything he wishes to do with me.He nods his head a little. " Your call, Rosalina." His lips curve a little to a little to no smile before it disappears. And the smile only holds cruelty. His smile is as dead as his eyes.Suddenly, he reaches out to me, his hand gets a hold of my nape as he pulls me towards him in a span of a second, taking me by surprise. My naked body clashes with his body. I felt clashing with a wall of muscles. But I di
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His Pov:" Clean up the library and throw everything out." I state to a maid as I walk to my bedroom with her in my arms.I can't come on terms with what just happened. It's like I totally lost all control that I have on myself. And that's what is disturbing me cause I am known as someone with the utmost control and patience in the community. But when it comes to her..I look at her. I look at the cause of unrest, my confusion. She's almost weightless in my arms. She's so small so petite but this 5 feet 3 inch of existence is making me restless. Making me question every of my ethics, every of my expression , every of my fucking action. I watch her. Her tears dried and left a stain on her flushed cheeks. But those lashes are still wet. Her lips has a cut from all the biting she did. Her hair is all messy and her expression is not really peaceful. She has a tensed look even when she is not in her senses. When I fucked her last time it was just to claim the authority on her. To show he
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Her Pov: I am so tired.. I don't know what I am living for anymore.. Am I only alive for others to use me like a fucking toy.. To use me and throw me away... Whatever I see wherever I see all I see is black. Darkness.. I am surrounded by darkness.. I am held captive in darkness, or maybe my soul itself has turned black. I thought Leonardo would return me my passport and I would go back to my country and start a new life there for myself. I want to look for Antonio.. I want to ask him why he did this to me.. Why did he destroy me? Did he ever even love me? All the moments we had... All conversations.. every touch.. Was it all just meaningless to him? A fucking game for him?Maybe I was never meant to be loved. My mom loved me she died because of the very love she had for me... My grandma also left me alone just after a few years later. And now... I am on the edge of meeting them. Because of this, very love...I squeeze my eyes shut. To cry to shed tears, but my tears dried up. All I
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Her Pov:He takes off the muffler he's wearing and bends a little while still keeping his hold on my forearm. My eyes shot up to him." What are you doing?" " You ask too many questions, don't you?" He wraps the muffler around my neck, making me feel things...Things that I should not feel.... He's so close to me that I can smell his intoxicating smell like wood and leather as he wraps the muffler around my neck. I can't look past how his eyes are zeroed on my neck or how his breath is creating a slight sensation on my skin ..Wait.. What the fuck am I thinking? What has happened to me? This man forced him on me. Not once but twice. He is not a person but a monster. But then.. Then why do I feel like this? Why, when he's so close, all I see hear smell or feel is him! No... This is not how it is.. I am just confused.. My feelings are just too mixed up.. It has nothing to do with him. I will leave him one way or another anyway. It's just a matter of time. I won't let all these get to
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Her Pov:He takes my hand in his and almost drags me out of the mansion. As soon as we reach out side, I jerk my hand free from his as his hold on my hand is way too strong. It almost felt like he would break my wrist. I message my wrist as it's almost bruised. Is he crazy or what? I looked at him, but he didn't even take a glance at me as he told one of the guards to prepare the cars.After a moment, a black sedan parked in front of us as we got in, and our journey started. 4 cars filled with men dressed in black started to follow our car. Leonardo is busy with his phone as I steal a glance at him. Just what does he do? Since the very first time we met, I could tell he's an influential person. But with every passing day, I am wondering what he exactly does to be this influential that he needs four cars of people following us around.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realise I was still looking at him before he turned his face to me. I quickly turned my face away from his a
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Her Pov:I swallow hard, looking away from him for a second, trying to gather my thoughts. “Is that it?” I finally ask, my voice barely a whisper. The question lingers, hanging between us, almost absurd in its simplicity.“No,” he says softly, his voice barely louder than the river’s murmur. “There’s more to be freed than just the fish.”I 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 he’s seeing through every wall I’ve 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."They’re just like me..." he whispers, the words soft but piercing, making my chest tighten. His eyes are intense,
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His Poisoned Rose   Part 103
Her Pov:When I wake up, he’s 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 wasn’t just trying to claim my body but my very soul. As if the mere act of having me wasn’t enough—he needed to carve his presence into my skin, into my bones, into the deepest recesses of my mind. And what’s worse? I had wanted it. I needed i
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***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 I’ve stared at it a thousand times. For a moment, I couldn’t even remember where I was—only 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 don’t know how long I’ve been here. Hours? Days? I can’t tell. Sleep doesn’t 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 body—my entire being—felt like it wasn’t 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
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His Poisoned Rose   Part 100
**15 years ago***His Pov:I don’t 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. He’d been with us the whole time, sitting close, occasionally throwing in jokes or grabbing the controller for his turn. It felt like family — 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 didn’t exist.Until it did.Until everything shattered in a single heartbeat.A sharp sound cracked through the air — the dull,
His Poisoned Rose   Part 99
**15 Years Ago**His Pov:I flip through the crumpled, half-burned pages of the only thing I have left—the only thing she couldn’t destroy. My fingers trace the torn edges carefully, like they’re made of glass, like they’ll fall apart if I hold them too tight. The paper is stained, corners smudged, some pages singed at the ends. But it’s 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 it’s bleeding.Why does she always do this to me?Why does she always hate the things I love?I don’t understand her. I’ve never understood her. No matter how much I try. I’ve always liked quiet things—books, 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 Rose   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 don’t smoke—not usually. I’ve never needed vices to dull my mind, never sought escape in addiction or meaningless habits. I’ve always been above such weaknesses.And yet, here I am.Because of her.She’s 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 can’t erase her from my mind. No matter how much I try, she lingers—her 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 me—so impossibly tight, so warm, so fucking
