All Chapters of His Poisoned Rose: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Her Pov:Leonardo brought me to this upscale hospital to confirm his suspicions. If I were in the U.S. under different circumstances, I might have taken a moment to admire the hospital’s grandeur—the unmistakable aura of old money woven into its marble floors and gilded accents. But right now, none of it matters. My mind is too clouded, my body too tense, consumed by the weight of uncertainty. The sterile air feels suffocating, the pristine walls closing in, yet all I can do is lie here, waiting for the truth to unravel.They ran a series of tests on me, and once they were done, they moved me to a cabin and inserted an IV drip filled with saline. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to find a moment of peace, but instead, all I felt was the sting of tears slipping down my cheeks. No matter how much I tried to steady my breathing, an ache settled deep in my chest—silent, suffocating. The quiet hum of the machines around me only made the loneliness heavier, pressing down like a weight I co

Her Pov:I look at him, but it's as if I can't see him. Instead, I see those people from there. From that hell.My fingers clench around the glass tighter. So tight I can feel my knuckles whitening. I want the pain to flush into my skin and pull me from the web that I am falling into again.I move my eyes from him as he lets go of my chin, but I still can't escape those words in my own mind. "You are a whore Maryline. You like it or not!" A voice in my head keeps repeating it.I close my eyes as I repeat in my mind. I am not a whore. I am not a whore... But all I can hear is cruel laughters and all I can see is those red eyes. The marks on my back burn brighter. The marks of the whipping. I squeeze my eyes tighter.The choking ,the beatings, and the injections all rush into me as I slightly tremble. Tears welling up to my eyes. They kept me hungry for 3 days, and after that, they pushed a shot into me, and the next day, I found a man lying beside me. Naked. All used.And then another

Her Pov:I have no idea how long I’ve been drifting through this suffocating darkness, the silence pressing in on me like a living thing. Then, just as a shiver runs down my spine, I catch the faintest movement—a shadow shifting within the black void. My breath hitches.“Who’s there?” I whisper, my voice barely breaking the oppressive stillness as I strain to make out the figure lurking in the dark.Silence answers my question, thick and unyielding. The only sound is the faint, rhythmic beeping of machines, a steady pulse in the stillness. My eyes adjust, tracing the vague outlines of the furniture in the dimly lit cabin. The walls, the bed, the quiet hum of life-supporting devices—they’re all real.Maybe this isn’t a nightmare. Maybe I’m not trapped in some fever dream, lost in the abyss of my own mind. Maybe the darkness isn’t just in my head. It’s real. And I’m still inside it.I drag my body up on my bed as I try to get down from the bed. A tremor runs through my legs as I will t

His Pov: Because for the first time in my life, someone else's suffering felt worse than my own.No... I can't walk away. I won't... My steps falter as I halt in my way. She has to know that she is not pregnant with my child. Her fucking wish came true. And also... She has to know what is wrong with her. She has to know about her addiction. She has to answer my every single fucking questions. Why did she never once mention the drugs she used to take? Addiction to drugs is not something that happens over the day.She has to crave for them. But then... Why did she never ask me for them? Let's say she was hesitant, maybe afraid. But then why did she never try to get them behind my back? How can she be so dumb that she never realised that she's addicted to the drugs she was dependent on?I turn to go back to her cabin, but my phone buzzes in my pocket, making me halt. I take out my phone as I see the contact on the screen, Father. If it was in other circumstances, I would have ignored

His Pov:I watch her, and my blood turns to ice as rage floods my veins, burning hotter than fire. All I see is red. Whoever did this—whoever made her look at me like this—will suffer. I will tear him apart, rip the flesh from his bones, and paint my walls with his blood for daring to break her like this. For putting that fear in her eyes.She stands before me, trembling, her face drained of all colour, her soft features twisted in a way I have never seen before. Horror—of that bastard—bleeds into her wide, stricken eyes, turning them into bottomless wells of unspoken terror. It knocks the breath from my lungs, an invisible hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing.She looks at me as though I am something unspeakable. Something she can not bear to see. And even though she just took someone else's name but she looks at me with that gaze of her. At me..The weight of it crushes down on me, thick and suffocating, coiling around my ribs like a vice. My mind races, grasping for a reason,