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LEONARDO'S POV"No." No?Anger rumbled like distant thunder, gradually getting louder until it exploded in a deafening roar. Grabbing her elbow, I dragged her down the aisle, our footsteps resonating through the sacred quietness of the church, followed by Sasha's gasp. "Leonardo!" "Let go of me!" Rosalina tried to tear away from me, but my grip only constricted around her, cutting off her protests.Let go? NEVER. If I was going to end up in hell, I would drag her with me.The hefty wooden doors creaked open, revealing the blinding sunlight outside. As we stepped into the brightness of the courtyard, the cool breeze and the distant sounds of the city greeted us."You're hurting me!" My steps faltered, the reality of my actions sinking in. The chill breeze that had once seemed refreshing now carried the bitter bite of remorse. Slowly, I released her frail elbow, my fingers uncurling as I let her go. Rosalina stumbled back, rubbing her arm where my grip had left an unintentional mark
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The Alliance Curse
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ROSALINA'S POVI finished the en pointe sequence, my heart hammering a frantic tattoo against my ribs. Applause, polite and restrained, pattered on me, but I barely registered it. My perfect arabesque, the culmination of months of sweat and sacrifice, felt worthless.Even Mrs. Petrova thought the same. "What a shame it is that Liora broke her leg, isn't it? Such a talented girl." Mrs. Petrova's voice, dripping pity, was the knife that cut the final string of my forbearance. "You stole her role!" -poisoned thorns twisting in my gut. Each graceful movement, each flawless pirouette, felt like a betrayal. I wasn't dancing anymore; I was drowning in a sea of guilt and doubt.Was I, the understudy, the opportunist, who snatched the crown from the rightful princess? My legs, once instruments of grace, felt heavy as lead as I stumbled out of the stage. Tears welled up, the pain of getting crushed under the weight of accusations and expectations becoming unbearable. I needed air, escape. "
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ROSALINA'S POV The rain hammered on the windshield, a relentless rhythm the same as the disquiet in my stomach. Across the sleek leather seat, Agent Mattews, with his steely eyes and a black suit that seemed sculpted to his broad frame, leaned back. "So, tell me about yourself, ballerina," he drawled, his voice like honey adulterated with something sharp."What do you wanna know?" I countered, my voice a touch cooler than I felt."Name, for starters."Russo. The name stuck in my throat like a fishbone. It was a legacy I couldn't afford to share with a federal agent, so I plucked another, a name from a forgotten movie poster. "Lina Bianchi," I said, the syllables foreign on my tongue.Amusement danced in his eyes, brief but unsettling. "Italian, huh?""Yeah," I mumbled, tugging at the damp hem of my shirt. Silence settled, heavy with suspicion. He studied me, each second stretching like a length of barbed wire. Just as the pressure threatened to crack me open, he leaned back, a ghos
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