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His Poisoned Rose   Part 110
Her Pov:I go to the kitchen and find the breakfast Leonardo prepared for me. Smoked salmon and scrambled eggs with a glass of apple juice. It has become a routine for him. No matter how late he goes to sleep or how early he has to leave for work, he always makes sure to leave me breakfast before he goes.And the fact that he doesn't even care much for breakfast himselfâusually, he leaves after nothing more than a cup of coffeeâyet still makes a whole breakfast for me every morning is somehow... touching.It's such a small thing, but perhaps that's what makes it mean so much.When I first met him, I could never have imagined Leonardo had this side to him. The kind of side that notices what I like, remembers it, and quietly makes sure I have it waiting for me in the morning.Come to think of it, he never even hesitated to make me breakfast. Even on my very first morning at his apartment, he made breakfast for me. And somehow, he just never stopped doing it.I don't think I realized whe
His Poisoned Rose   Part 109
Her Pov:I freshen up and change into a beige mid-length frock that moulds to my breasts, cinches tight at my waist, and flares at the bottom. Just a normal beige frock.But it looksâĶ too revealing. As if Iâm trying too hard. As if I want to be seen.To be seen by him.Do I?Why am I putting effort into how I look? Why am I overthinking a dress when he has already seen me in my worst statesâvomiting, hallucinating, crying so hard I couldnât even form words? He has seen the raw, ugly, unfiltered parts of me. So why does this feel different?I look into the mirror.My ice-blue eyes stare back at me.I lookâĶ flushed.I look different.Just like he said.Happy, maybe? Peaceful? I donât even know what to call it. But something in my reflection has shifted. Something softer. Something warmer. Something that doesnât look like itâs constantly bracing for impact.I take a comb and start running it through my hair, slow, distracted strokes, still watching myself. My eyes look moreâĶ alive. My br
His Poisoned Rose   Part 108
Her Pov:Warm light falls across my face, gentle and golden, and a strange calm spreads through my chest. It feels almost unrealâI canât even remember the last time I felt anything close to this peace. Maybe never. For a while, I just lie there, smiling to myself, the memory of last night sweep through me. âI choose you,â he had said. The words still thrum through me like a heartbeat, making my pulse race even now, yet somehow the peace lingers inside me too.âBeautiful.âThe low, breathy murmur slices through my rosy haze, startling me awake. My eyes snap open, and I jolt upright, my heart stumbling hard against my ribs. Heâs thereâsitting opposite the bed, dressed in black from head to toe. A hoodie and trousers, so simple, and yet on himâĶ it looks majestic, almost regal.The sunlight streams across the room and catches his face, softening the sharp edges and turning his hazel eyes to liquid gold. He looks less like a man and more like something otherworldly, a creature carved from
His Poisoned Rose   Part 107
His Pov: She is asleep before I finish the words. My little mischief. My undoing. Her head rests against my shoulder, the silk of her hair brushing my jaw with every uneven breath. She clings even in sleep, her hand still curled inside mine, as if she thinks I would vanish the moment she lets go. But I donât vanish. I canât. Iâve built empires out of blood and steel, carved out loyalty with terror and fire. Iâve never once flinched from the weight of power or the filth of the crown I wear. Yet here she is, breaking me with nothing but a sigh against my throat. I close my eyes and inhale her scent deeplyâroses, soft and intoxicatingâas if I can anchor myself in it, as if I can force my mind to believe this is real. Sheâs real. Weâre real. I was scared. Noâscared is too weak a word. I was terrified. Terrified that she would choose her freedom over me. That she would slip through my fingers the way sheâs always wanted to, the way sheâs dreamed of since the day I chained her fate
His Poisoned Rose   Part 106
Her Pov:The sun sinks lower over the Seine, casting molten gold across the water, painting the ripples with liquid fire. The city hums around usâsoft laughter from distant lovers drifting through the air, the rhythmic lapping of waves against the stone embankment, the whisper of the wind as it tangles through my dress.Paris feels like a dream, weightless and unreal, but Leonardo beside me is more vivid than anything else.He moves with his usual silent grace, his presence coiled and restrained, like a predator choosing patience over pursuit. The evening glow sharpens the angles of his face and deepens the shadows beneath his cheekbones, making him look like something sculpted from darkness itself. He is breathtaking, but never softânever safe.A sudden gust of wind sweeps in, lifting the hem of my dress, sending a shiver dancing up my spine. Before I can react, warmth engulfs me. Leonardo moves with a quiet swiftness that steals the breath from my lungs, pressing against my back, h
His Poisoned Rose   Part 105
Her Pov:I swallow hard, looking away from him for a second, trying to gather my thoughts. âIs that it?â I finally ask, my voice barely a whisper. The question lingers, hanging between us, almost absurd in its simplicity.âNo,â he says softly, his voice barely louder than the riverâs murmur. âThereâs more to be freed than just the fish.âI glance up at him, but his expression remains unreadable, as always. But something in the way he looks at me makes my breath hitch, like heâs seeing through every wall Iâve built.He steps closer, and I feel the heat of his presence before I even see him fully. The air between us thickens as though the world is holding its breath. I want to speak, to ask him everything, but my throat tightens, the words sticking in my chest. I stand there, frozen in place, as his gaze holds me captive, just as much as he claims to have done to the fish."Theyâre just like me..." he whispers, the words soft but piercing, making my chest tighten. His eyes are intense,
His Poisoned Rose   Part 59
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 thisâwhoever made her look at me like thisâwill suffer. I will tear him apart, rip the flesh from his bones, and paint my walls with his blood for daring to break her lik
His Poisoned Rose   Part 50
His Pov:It took me a long while before I could focus back on the details of the deal. Before that, I cleaned the kitchen as it held the proves of last night. And it wasn't letting me focus, neither was it helping my mind from going back to her.No matter what or how complicated my inner self is, I
His Poisoned Rose   Part 29
His Pov:I watch her storm off the dance floor, her movements sharp and deliberate, as if she's desperate to escapeâfrom me, my touch, my very existence. My jaw tightens, and I clench my fists, the thin thread of my patience stretched to its limit.Her heels click against the polished floor, each s
His Poisoned Rose   Part 28
Her Pov:And I break down into tears. I lie there and cry. But it's as if even the tears are not able to wash off the pain I am feeling. My hands find the remaining fabric of the cloth as I pull them up, covering the front of my body as my body shakes uncontrollably and my breathing got hitched as
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