All Chapters of His Poisoned Rose: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

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

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

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

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.