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All Chapters of His Poisoned Rose: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Part 81

His Pov:I made Rosalina breakfast before leaving early. My father was heading home today, and I needed to speak with him before he did. He had probably already heard everything from Eliza. Knowing her, it was likely all over the place by now.I arrived at his condo, where his men escorted me inside. I didnā€™t bring any of my people, except for my driver. This conversation wasnā€™t meant for witnesses.The room was dimly lit, the scent of burning tobacco thick in the air. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me, exhaling a slow stream of smoke as he observed the city below. His presence alone was a quiet warningā€”controlled, dangerous, absolute. At least we have something in common. "I heard you wanted to see me." His voice was deep, calmā€”unbothered. He didnā€™t turn to acknowledge me, and I didnā€™t care."Yes," I replied, my tone just as cold. "Thatā€™s why Iā€™m here."Our relationship was nothing like what a father and son should share. No warmth. No sentiment. Just business.
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Part 82

Her POV:ā€œPack your clothes, Rosalina.ā€His voice is smooth, commandingā€”so effortlessly authoritative that it leaves no room for defiance. But beneath that polished control, thereā€™s something else. An edge of impatience. A quiet demand that brooks no refusal.I freeze, my grip tightening around the phone. Leaving?ā€œP-Pack my clothes?ā€ My voice comes out uncertain, barely above a whisper. My heart is already hammering against my ribs. ā€œBut why? Where are we going?ā€A pause. Just long enough to make my breath hitch. And then, finallyā€”ā€œParis.ā€The word drops like a stone, heavy, and final.I forget to breathe. Forget that heā€™s still on the line. I just stand there, the phone pressed to my ear, my mind struggling to process what he just said.Paris? Is he serious? Is this some kind of twisted joke?My stomach clenches as reality crashes into me like a tidal wave. He slept with me once, and now he thinks he owns me? Does he really believe that because last night, Iā€™ll just follow him like
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Part 83

Her Pov:I wander through the house without purpose, my steps slow, aimless. Thereā€™s an unsettling emptiness inside me, a gnawing uncertainty that I canā€™t seem to shake off. I rejected his offer to go to Paris with himā€”but what now? What does that mean for me? For us?A cold shiver crawled down my spine at the thought of him leaving without another word, boarding a plane and vanishing from my life just as suddenly as he had entangled himself in it. Leonardo is unpredictable. He could do itā€”he could leave me here, locked away, forgotten, discarded like an afterthought. The mere possibility makes my stomach twist, though I donā€™t understand why.The painkiller he left for me has dulled the sharp aches enough for me to move, but the exhaustion clings to my bones. Iā€™m still hungry, but the breakfast he made remains untouched. I donā€™t have the strength to make something for myselfā€”not when my mind is consumed by him.Leonardo.His name loops through my mind, dragging with it memories that m
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Part 84

Her Pov:"I donā€™t have a fiancĆ©e."The words land like a spark in the air between usā€”final, firm, and undeniable.My breath catches. My eyes widen. My entire body freezes as the weight of his statement settles into my bones, turning my limbs heavy and useless. I stare at him, my lips parting, but no sound comes out.I try again. "B-but you had a f-fiancĆ©e just yesterday."His lips curve into something that isnā€™t quite a smileā€”too sharp, too knowing. "And I donā€™t today," he states, his voice drenched in amusement, his eyes never leaving mine.I swallow hard, my pulse hammering at the base of my throat. "B-but how?" I whisper, my voice trembling as I search his face for an answer. For something. Anything.He steps closer. Too close. The heat of his body presses against mine, seeping into my skin, overwhelming my senses.His fingers trace along my jaw before tilting my chin upward, forcing me to meet his gaze. His deep sharp hazel eyes. I shudder at the possessiveness in his touch. His l
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Part 85

Her Pov:The chopper hums around me, the vibrations crawling up my spine, settling deep in my bones. The leather seat is smooth beneath my fingertips, but my hands tremble too much to register the luxury, the softness.I can still feel the phantom press of Leonardoā€™s fingers on my wrist, where he had gripped me like a possessionā€”unchallenged, unquestioned.I stare out the window as the city shrinks beneath us, the twinkling lights of the streets like dying stars swallowed by the night. My stomach twists. I should fight. I should resist. But my body refuses to obey, frozen in place by something far more insidious than fear.Acceptance.Leonardo sits beside me, his presence an iron weight, his eyes a brand against my skin. He doesnā€™t speak. Doesnā€™t need to. His mere existence suffocates the air between us, demanding attention, obedience, and submission.Noah and the other manā€”whose name I still donā€™t knowā€”sit across from us, silent and watching. Waiting. For what, I donā€™t know. But thei
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Part 86

Her Pov:A sharp beam of sunlight slices through the room, falling across my face, pulling me from the depths of sleep. My lashes flutter as I stir, instinctively trying to sit up, but somethingā€”or rather, someoneā€”keeps me anchored in place. A firm, warm weight around my waist.Leonardo.I turn my head, and my breath catches in my throat. Even in sleep, he looks otherworldly, like a sculpture carved by the gods themselves. His dark hair falls in careless waves over his forehead, framing a face so devastatingly beautiful it feels unfair. Thick lashes rest against his high cheekbones, his full lips slightly parted, his jawline a perfect, sharp edgeā€”so sharp it could probably slice through stone. And yet, despite the lethal beauty of his face, he looks peaceful, almost angelic, as if he belongs to a world untouched by human flaws.The golden morning light kisses his bare skin, highlighting every defined ridge of his torsoā€”the hard planes of his six-pack, the deep lines carving into his
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Part 87

Her Pov:And now... Waking up in his arms, in this breathtaking placeā€¦It feels like Iā€™ve stepped into a different life. One where Leonardo is more than just a manā€”he is something far greater, something impossible to resist. A force of nature, dangerous yet mesmerizing. And God help me, I donā€™t think I want to resist him.I force myself to move, to create some distance, but the moment I shift, his grip tightens. Strong. Unyielding. My breath catches as his eyes snap open, pinning me in place with that piercing hazel gaze. My ice-blue eyes clash with his, the silence between us thick with something unspoken. A single second stretches into eternity before he finally speaks.ā€œGood morning, little mischief.ā€The simple words shouldnā€™t affect me, but they do. A soft tremor runs through me. Heā€™s never wished me good morning before. And his voiceā€¦ deep, smooth like velvet, laced with that unmistakable Italian accent. Intoxicating.ā€œG-good morningā€¦ā€ I murmur, barely above a whisper.Leonardo
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Part 88

Her Pov:I freshen up and complete my morning routine before stepping out of the room. The moment I do, a gasp escapes my lips.The sheer beauty of this place is overwhelming. Sunlight spills through towering arched windows, casting soft golden hues over the polished marble floors. The high ceilings are adorned with intricate moldings, and elegant chandeliers dangle like frozen rain, their crystals catching the light in dazzling patterns. Every inch of this house speaks of luxuryā€”so much so that it feels like Iā€™ve stepped into a palace.From the upper floor, I take in the sight of several other doors lining the hallway, their dark mahogany surfaces carved with delicate details. Without knowing what lies behind them, I make my way toward the grand staircase. The bannister, a sweeping curve of gilded iron, is cool beneath my fingertips as I descend, each step echoing softly in the vast space below.The living area stretches before me in effortless eleganceā€”plush velvet sofas arranged ar
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Part 89

Her Pov:I watch as he rises from his chair, his movements slow, deliberateā€”like a man who is never rushed, never uncertain. He doesnā€™t glance back as he leaves the room, disappearing down the hallway without another word.The air he leaves behind feels charged, heavy with something unspoken. My fingers tighten around my fork before I set it down, swallowing against the uneasy feeling curling in my stomach.Where are we going?I donā€™t ask. Instead, I push back from the table and make my way to my room, heart thudding against my ribs. I donā€™t have anything to change intoā€”I know that. The realization sends a fresh wave of discomfort over me. I didnā€™t bring a suitcase. I didnā€™t bring anything.So why does he expect me to get ready?The uncertainty gnaws at me, but I slip into the bathroom anyway, splashing cool water on my face as if that will settle the nerves buzzing under my skin. It doesnā€™t. It only sharpens my awareness of just how little control I have over this situation.Minutes
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Part 90

Her Pov:The boutique attendants move quickly, carefully wrapping each piece in layers of tissue paper before placing them into elegant bags. Leonardo doesnā€™t watch them. His gaze remains fixed on me, his presence an unspoken weight against my skin.I exhale slowly, trying to settle the unease curling in my stomach. This should feel like a reliefā€”having clothes, essentials, things that make me feel human again. But it doesnā€™t. It feels like something else entirely, something I canā€™t name.I follow him out of the store, the heels of my borrowed shoes clicking against the marble floor. He walks ahead, confident and unbothered, his long strides forcing me to keep pace. Outside, the city hums around us, the heat pressing against my skin as we move toward the waiting car.The driver opens the door, and I hesitate for half a second before sliding inside. Leonardo follows, his scent curling into the small space between us. The door shuts with a soft click, enclosing us in silence once more.
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