Author Pov Warning: Violence After entering the basement he threw her on the ground making her whimper a little. She instantly sat upon the floor looking up at him with a frown. He looked crazy. Like he wanted to kill someone or maybe her. He grabbed the wooden chair roughly slamming it against the wall turning to her. Rose for the first time felt scared he looked insane. His bloodshot glaring eyes kept on gazing at her while heavily breathing. He roughly removed his coat throwing it across the room before taking long and fast strides towards her. Rose fisted her hands in dread but didn't move back. Indeed he had done a lot of harsh things to her before. Using her body, treating her like a slave, and threatening her with a gun. But today he looked different. A little more murderous. A little more angry. A little more dangerous. Hunching in front of her he took a handful of her hair tugging her face closer to him. She hissed shutting her eyes off. The pain erupted from her scalp.

Author Pov Rafael brought Rose back to his mansion even before she could gather consciousness back. The doctor assured him she will wake up soon but she just needs to be kept in warmth. He covered her with two heavy and fluffy blankets before staring at her face without blinking. It seems hard for him to not feel guilty for hurting her. A ruthless man like him never regretted any of his actions before then why now? What's so special about her that he has started feeling things he wasn't familiar with? Again letting out a heavy sigh he stared at her face taking a seat beside her on the bed. He grabbed her tiny pale hand in his large ones. He pulled it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on it. "What are you doing to me, Fiore?" He questioned himself again placing a long kiss over her fragile hand. He rubbed her cold hand with his both hands trying to warm it. He always loved how small and fragile she looked as compared to him. He gently placed her hand under the blanket and stared

Author Pov Rose steadily opened her eyes coming in contact with the wall in front of her eyes. She was lying sideways. Her back was attached to the muscular bare chest of the man laying behind her. She blinked a few times before scrunching her nose in displease feeling a revolting shiver between her legs. Her bare body was being hugged by the naked one behind her. Last night Rafael informed her that tomorrow he will take her to her orphanage like he promised and as she was already healed he didn't waste any time in having his way with her. He feasted on her the whole night like a starved animal. She sighed heavily feeling his steel-like grip over her waist. She gently grabbed his wrist trying to push him off her but only to be pulled in his arms even more. "Stop moving!" His husky voice mumbled in annoyance tightening his grip over her. She sighed out, going still on the spot. For a minute she stayed laying expecting for the sleep to come over her but nothing. Suddenly she flinc

Author Pov Rose patted the head of the kid who ran to her falling in her embrace. Rose didn't really have a playful relationship with the kids. But if she ever saw any kid looking sad or depressed she never stayed back from helping them. And this little kid. Michael was one of them. He has been the closest to Rose among the children in the orphanage. She once saved him from being bullied and even scolded the ones who tried to bully him. After that, he becomes extremely close to her. Even though Rose doesn't really show him any reaction still he never stopped sharing his thoughts with her or telling her his tales. Rose never complained as well letting him talk to her to his heart's content. And today he did the same. He complained to her for leaving him and kept on telling her what happened in her absence? And she as usual stayed quiet listening to his talk with a soft gaze. "It's lunchtime kids." They heard the voice of Jane who yelled for the kids to come to the dining room. Ros

Author Pov Flashback. Rose was only 10 years old when she met Fred, a year-old baby. He was sent to the orphanage by his own uncle after the death of his parents. Rose didn't have a cold personality. She was a joyful, lively little girl back then. When Fred entered the orphanage 10 years old Rose took an extreme interest in him. His light grey eyes reminded her of her own. His beautiful smile and light giggles gave her deniable comfort. She wanted to take care of that innocent little kid and that's what she did. She started taking care of him like an older sister or more like a mother. She used to change his clothes, shower him, feed him, and even used to wake up in the night hearing his cries. She became his mother without realizing it. She got attached to him to the extent of not being able to detach from him again. When she turned sixteen she met someone who came to visit the orphanage and invest in it. Rose after putting Fred to sleep, walked out of the room to reach the pla