Romances de Orongan Rose

POV: MELISA“Sebastian Vale, I dare you—don’t you dare close your eyes!” I burst into tears, not knowing what to do. I felt pain—so much pain—and I couldn’t even begin to understand what kind of emotions were flooding through me at that moment. I hugged our son—yes, our son. I had kept him hidden for years in the province with my best friend. Sebastian thought I had given him up, told people he was gay. I hated that lie… but he didn’t know the truth. I was afraid—afraid he wouldn’t be a good father. Afraid he’d hurt our son out of anger. I hated myself for thinking Sebastian could be a monster, a demon, void of empathy and love.But at that moment, I realized he wasn’t. He saved our son. He sacrificed himself for him.I held our child tightly, crying outside the Emergency Room.“Mommy… who is that guy?” he asked, his small voice trembling.I cupped his face gently and brushed the hair from his eyes.“He’s your father, my love.”He hugged me tight, trying to comfort me. God… his face l

POV: SEBASTIANDays, months, and fucking years passed, and Melisa never visited me. She hated me before I could explain myself, before I could tell her what really happened. My family didn’t kill any of her family, and neither did I! Yes, my family is involved in syndicates, but not her family. It was an accidental killing caused by another gang, not by my family. They were nice to others, but not to me! Because I was adopted! Because they wanted my blood. I don’t know why the fuck they needed my blood. I don’t know, but if I didn’t eat, sleep, or do what they said, they would hit me and lock me up! I was just a blood bank to them, and I was being abused.My fucking father, Arnold Vale, is a reckless and cruel person. He almost drowned me in the sea just for saying no! I don’t even know the fucking reason they wanted my blood. I’ve never seen them drink it or taste it, as they’re not vampires or whatever, they don’t burn in the sun. What the fuck is that idiotic thing they’re doing?!

POV: MELISASeven months.I’ve waited for him.Day after day.Night after night.They laugh. They touch. They jeer. They break pieces of me every time they walk through that door.His men—vile, soulless monsters—treated me like nothing. A thing. A prize. A broken doll they could play with.They starved me. They mocked my screams. They made me relive the hell I thought I had escaped years ago. The memories of the past clawed their way back into my soul—those nights, the ones I buried deep, the ones that nearly ended me. I remember the pain. The shame. The cold numbness. And now... it happened again. I cried until there were no more tears. I begged the sky for mercy. For death. For Sebastian. Every second felt like a lifetime. My body felt like it wasn’t mine anymore. My soul... slipping away. But deep inside, a faint flicker remained. A whisper. His name.Sebastian.If I could still breathe, it was only because I believed—no, knew—he would come.I had to believe it. Because if I lost

POV: SEBASTIANNo. No. No.Melisa was kidnapped.I’m losing my mind. I can't stop thinking—who the hell is behind this bullshit?! My fist slammed into the wall, shattering the frame and scattering documents I had Andrew hold. Papers flew everywhere. “Andrew!” I roared. “Where the hell is my whiskey?!”“Master, you’ve been drinking too much. It’s not good for you anymore,” he said coldly, his face unreadable. His emotionless response lit a fire inside me. He doesn’t get to tell me what to do. My chest tightened, and my vision blurred. My eyes burned with tears. I didn’t know what else to do. It’s been months. Months without Melisa. No trace. No clue. Nothing. I was going insane. I didn’t care about my appearance anymore. My reflection was a ghost—messy, tangled curls, an overgrownbeard, clothes unwashed, wrinkled, barely held together. I rarely showered. I didn’t care.Without Melisa, I am nothing.“Andrew! I need my fucking whiskey! Or I swear to God, I’ll kill you!” Without a word,

POV: MELISAHe finally has me, body, mind, and soul. I can't stop myself from getting aroused by his touch. It drives me insane. I’m starting to feel drawn to him, and I hate that. I know this isn't right. There’s something wrong with me, some fracture in my mind—and maybe that’s why I’m even capable of feeling this way toward him. At first, I loathed him. Everything about him made my skin crawl. But now... now he’s trying. He says he wants to change. To be better. And part of me sees it, his efforts, his need to make things work between us.He brings me flowers. He creates moments that almost feel like peace, except for the one thing he still won’t give me: freedom. When we go out, the places are always empty. He makes sure of that. He wants me to shop peacefully, without anyone around. But deep down, I know the truth, he’s afraid I’ll run. I gather my things and return to his place, the home he’s built for me. He gives me everything I could ask for—except a life of my own. Except th

POV: SEBASTIANHer sweet scent drives me wild, makes me want her even more. She’s begging to be touched, isn’t she? My little fucking bunny… craving it rough, needing it like a filthy little whore. Look at her, almost naked in her red lace bra and panties. Fuck, it turns me on like nothing else.“Spread your legs and show me that pretty little pussy, bunny,” I growl. She looks shy, pulling away from my gaze, and it pisses me off. Why does she hide from me? Does she hate how I control her? Her body. Her mind. Yeah… she fucking hates me. Hates what I make her feel. Hates that she’s submitting, giving herself to the monster she believes I am.Isn’t that right, Melisa?“Fuck, Sebastian—just please, fuck me already,” she begged, her voice trembling with need.I grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide, and slid two fingers inside her—slow, deep, deliberate. I needed her to feel every pulse, every thrust. And God, she was so wet. The way her body reacted, clenching around me, told me everyt