All Chapters of His Poisoned Rose: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Her Pov:The warmth of the morning sun kissed my skin, pulling me from the depths of sleep. My eyes fluttered open, instinctively searching for him—the man who held me captive in his arms last night. Or had I sought refuge there on my own? I couldn’t tell anymore.I shouldn’t have found solace in his embrace. I shouldn’t have let his presence calm the storm inside me. Yet, against all logic, my pulse had synced with his, beating in unison like a whispered secret in the dark. He is unravelling me, twisting my thoughts, blurring the lines between captor and comfort.He confuses me. He really does…I don’t know what he wants from me anymore. His actions, his words—they contradict each other so effortlessly that I can no longer tell what is real and what is a carefully crafted illusion. Just yesterday afternoon, he shattered me. With nothing but his words, he carved wounds deep into my soul, forcing me to face a truth I was never ready to accept. He didn’t soften the blow, didn’t offer co

His Pov:I storm out of her cabin, slamming the door behind me. My pulse hammers against my skull, my breaths coming in sharp, ragged bursts. My fingers flex and curl into a tight fist at my side, aching with the ghost of her throat still beneath them. It took everything in me to let go, to force my grip to loosen when all I wanted was to squeeze the truth out of her.She’s lying. I know she is. Even if the words coming from her lips hold some shred of truth, they aren’t the whole truth. And that eats at me like a slow-burning fire.My shoulders heave as I drag in a breath, trying to wrestle back control. But the fury doesn’t fade—it thrums in my veins, a caged beast pacing just beneath my skin. I saw the way she looked at Marco last night. Pure hatred. Loathing carved into every line of her face.Then why is she protecting him? Why does he matter so much to her?My jaw clenches, muscles flexing beneath the strain. My knuckles crack as my fist tightens. I want to destroy something. So

Her Pov:And then, without hesitation, he lifts me.With just one arm, as if I weigh nothing to him.The air stills. My pulse stammers. My body presses against the heat of his, caught between fear and something far more dangerous.He carries me to the kitchen with effortless ease, settling me onto the cool surface of the table. The air between us is heavy, charged, as he pours another glass of water. Without a word, he presses a tablet against my lips, his fingers lingering there just a second too long. His dark eyes flicker with something unreadable, focused solely on my mouth as I part my lips and take the pill. I reach for the glass, swallowing, and as the water slides down my throat, his gaze follows its path—watching, waiting.Then he leans in, close enough that his breath brushes against my lips, warm and steady. His fingers move next, long and deliberate, starting just below my ear, tracing a slow, featherlight path down my neck.A shiver runs through me, but I don’t move. His

Her pov:After he left me, the silence in this house became unbearable. I wandered aimlessly from room to room, a prisoner in a space that once felt too vast but now seemed to suffocate me. The walls loomed, the shadows stretched long and cold, and I moved like a ghost trapped within them. His men brought food, but the sight of it made my stomach churn. The hunger clawed at me, yet I couldn't force myself to eat. Sleep? That was an illusion.I laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the mattress beneath me, feeling as rigid as stone. My body ached, my mind spiralled, but my eyes refused to close. Because the moment they did, I saw him.I still don’t understand what happened this afternoon. It replays in my mind over and over, taunting me with unanswered questions. The way he stilled, the way his muscles tensed over my body as if even my presence burned him. The way he pulled back so suddenly, his breath catching, his entire being recoiling as if I was something repulsive. His eyes

Her Pov:"Good girl." He murmurs.. I barely register the words at first, but when they sink in—when I hear the way he murmurs them, low and satisfied—something inside me snaps."Good girl."The moment shatters, and I am dragged back into reality with a force so jarring it makes my head spin. What the fuck am I even doing? How could I have parted my lips for him, given him the chance to take control again?Again.My stomach twists violently as shame and fury war within me. Just this afternoon, his hands had been on me, fingers tracing my skin with a possessiveness that made my knees weak.I hadn't resisted. I hadn't fought. Instead, I had melted—melted into his touch, into his heat, into the way his breath had ghosted over my skin like a promise he had no intention of keeping.But him—he’s cruel.He felt it. I know he did. The heat between us, the raw, unspoken hunger. And yet, just when the fire threatened to consume us both, he had pulled away. Like it meant nothing. Like I meant no