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Part 91

Her Pov:Because even from upstairs, I can feel him watching me.I donā€™t know how I know, but I do. The weight of his gaze is unmistakable, a silent command pressing against my skin. My fingers tighten around the glass, but I donā€™t dare look up. I donā€™t need to.Heā€™s there.Standing near the railing of the VIP balcony, drink in hand, surrounded by men in tailored suits. Yet his attention isnā€™t on them.Itā€™s on me.A slow shiver rolls down my spine, an awareness so deep it roots itself into my bones. Heat prickles at the back of my neck, and I shift in my seat, bringing the glass to my lips in a feigned attempt at nonchalance. The liquid burns down my throat, bitter and sharp, but oddly satisfying.ā€œAnother,ā€ I murmur to the bartender, my voice barely above a whisper.My gaze flickers up, just for a second, and there he isā€”Leonardo. Dark, consuming, unreadable. Like the drink in my hand, he is potent and bitter, an acquired taste that lingers far too long. But stillā€¦ still, I crave ano
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Part 92

Her Pov: In the end, only one presence truly matters. And heā€™s still there. Watching. His gaze is a tether, pulling tight around me from across the room. Itā€™s not just a lookā€”itā€™s a touch, a silent mark branding itself into my skin. I feel it like a whisper against my flesh, ghostly fingers mapping every inch of me, claiming without a word. Even with distance between us, he holds me. Even in someone elseā€™s presence, I belong to him. And he knows it. I stop dead in my tracks, my breath hitching as an unfamiliar arm snakes around my waist from behind, yanking me against a body that isnā€™t his. My body crashes into the strangerā€™s chest, and a shudder of revulsion wracks through me. His touch is wrongā€”disgustingā€”sending a sickening wave of nausea rolling through me. Panic claws its way up my throat as I twist in his hold, struggling, pushing, but his grip only tightens, forcing me to move with the rhythm of the music. "Let go of me," I hiss, my voice sharp, desperate. I cl
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Part 93

His Pov:The moment her lips crash against mine, I freeze. Just for a second.Because this is new. This is different.Sheā€™s never initiated before. Never reached for me. It has always been meā€”kissing her, touching her, drawing her in until she either resisted or gave in. But now I know that she feels it, too. She feels the pull, too. And it's not only one-sided.. This... this is her giving herself to me willingly. And fuck, itā€™s liberating.I donā€™t hesitate. My arms snake around her waist, pulling her flush against me, locking her in place, where she belongs. My other hand finds her nape, fingers curling, anchoring her, taking control as her arms wrap tighter around my neck. And then I claim her.The kiss turns raw, searing. I take over, dominating, devouring, leaving no room for doubt. Her taste floods my sensesā€”sweet, intoxicating, sinful. She shudders in my grip, her body trembling against mine, but she doesnā€™t pull away. She doesnā€™t resist. Instead, she meets me, matches me, let
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Part 94

His pov:The moment she stumbles away, disappearing into the crowd, something inside me coils tight. I donā€™t move at first, my fingers curling into fists as I replay her words, the hesitation in her voice, the war in her eyes. What was it she wanted to ask me? What was so damn important that even drunk, she couldnā€™t force it past her lips?I tell myself to let her go, to give her space. But the longer sheā€™s away from me, the more something ugly churns in my gut. I canā€™t stand not knowing. I need to find her. I need to see her.Minutes pass, maybe more, before I push through the crowd, searching. And then I see herā€”just outside the club, standing near the curb, looking up at the night sky like sheā€™s trying to count the damn stars. Her hair is a wild mess from my hands, her lips still swollen from my kiss, and yet she looks... free. Lighter than Iā€™ve ever seen her.Something unfamiliar tightens in my chest.Sheā€™s drunk. Too drunk. But sheā€™s smiling. Not the small, guarded smiles Iā€™ve
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Part 95

His Pov:The night air hums with distant city sounds, but all I hear is her laughter.She moves ahead of me, stumbling, hopping on the pavement like sheā€™s weightless. Like nothing in the world exists except for the rhythm of her own joy.Itā€™s unnatural.Itā€™s fucking dangerous. Its so fuckijg addictive...Sheā€™s never like this. Not with me. Not with anyone. But tonight, drunk and untethered, sheā€™s something else entirely. And I canā€™t stop watching her.I canā€™t stop feeling the strange, coiling heat in my gut every time she twirls under the glow of the streetlights, her hair wild, her arms swinging at her sides.I should drag her back. Force her into the car and take her home where she belongs. But I donā€™t. Instead, I follow, my fingers twitching at my sides, my pulse pounding harder than I want to admit.Then, suddenly, she stops.I nearly collide into her, my hands automatically reaching out, steadying her before she can fall. But sheā€™s not looking at me. Her gaze is locked on somethi
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Part 96

Her Pov:The world outside is a blur of neon and shadows, smearing across the window like a half-forgotten dream. My head is heavy, fogged by the alcohol still swimming through my veins, but thereā€™s clarity in the haze. A sharp, unshakable awareness of the man sitting beside me.Leonardo.His name feels strange on my tongue, even though Iā€™ve said it countless times. It feels like it belongs to something untouchable. Something vast and immovable. But tonight, here in the dim glow of the car, he doesnā€™t seem so distant. He doesnā€™t seem so unreachable.He gave me his coat.That shouldnā€™t mean anything. It doesnā€™t mean anything. And yet, I can still feel the warmth of it, the scent of him wrapping around me like a second skin. I want to pull it closer. I want to push it away. I want to curl into it and pretend, just for a moment, that the weight of it is something more than possession.I shouldnā€™t have asked him that question. I shouldnā€™t have let my lips part, shouldnā€™t have let those wo
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Part 97

Her Pov: The silence in the room is suffocating. I donā€™t know how long I lay there, tangled in the sheets, my body still humming with the memory of Leonardoā€™s touch. Sleep had eventually pulled me under, but the moment I stir, I know Iā€™m not alone. The room is dark, heavy with the remnants of sleep and something elseā€”something thick and suffocating. Heat presses against my back. A presence. A force. Leonardo. I barely have time to process it before I feel him move. His breathing is rough, uneven, as if heā€™s been lying here for hours, fighting something primal, something raw. Then his hand is on me. Not soft. Not patient. Desperate. His fingers dig into my hip, yanking me back against him, and I feel itā€”the hard, unrelenting proof of his need grinding against me. A sharp breath shudders from his lips, and his grip tightens like heā€™s about to break. I should push him away. I donā€™t. Because the moment I shift against him, a guttural sound rips from his throatā€”a noise so deep,
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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 donā€™t smokeā€”not usually. Iā€™ve never needed vices to dull my mind, never sought escape in addiction or meaningless habits. Iā€™ve always been above such weaknesses.And yet, here I am.Because of her.Sheā€™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 canā€™t erase her from my mind. No matter how much I try, she lingersā€”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 meā€”so impossibly tight, so warm, so fucking
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Part 99

**15 Years Ago**His Pov:I flip through the crumpled, half-burned pages of the only thing I have leftā€”the only thing she couldnā€™t destroy. My fingers trace the torn edges carefully, like theyā€™re made of glass, like theyā€™ll fall apart if I hold them too tight. The paper is stained, corners smudged, some pages singed at the ends. But itā€™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 itā€™s bleeding.Why does she always do this to me?Why does she always hate the things I love?I donā€™t understand her. Iā€™ve never understood her. No matter how much I try. Iā€™ve always liked quiet thingsā€”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.
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Part 100

**15 years ago***His Pov:I donā€™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. Heā€™d 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 didnā€™t exist.Until it did.Until everything shattered in a single heartbeat.A sharp sound cracked through the air ā€” the dull,
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