บททั้งหมดของ His Poisoned Rose: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Her Pov: In the end, only one presence truly matters. And he’s still there. Watching. His gaze is a tether, pulling tight around me from across the room. It’s not just a look—it’s a touch, a silent mark branding itself into my skin. I feel it like a whisper against my flesh, ghostly fingers mapping every inch of me, claiming without a word. Even with distance between us, he holds me. Even in someone else’s presence, I belong to him. And he knows it. I stop dead in my tracks, my breath hitching as an unfamiliar arm snakes around my waist from behind, yanking me against a body that isn’t his. My body crashes into the stranger’s chest, and a shudder of revulsion wracks through me. His touch is wrong—disgusting—sending a sickening wave of nausea rolling through me. Panic claws its way up my throat as I twist in his hold, struggling, pushing, but his grip only tightens, forcing me to move with the rhythm of the music. "Let go of me," I hiss, my voice sharp, desperate. I cl

His pov:The moment she stumbles away, disappearing into the crowd, something inside me coils tight. I don’t move at first, my fingers curling into fists as I replay her words, the hesitation in her voice, the war in her eyes. What was it she wanted to ask me? What was so damn important that even drunk, she couldn’t force it past her lips?I tell myself to let her go, to give her space. But the longer she’s away from me, the more something ugly churns in my gut. I can’t stand not knowing. I need to find her. I need to see her.Minutes pass, maybe more, before I push through the crowd, searching. And then I see her—just outside the club, standing near the curb, looking up at the night sky like she’s trying to count the damn stars. Her hair is a wild mess from my hands, her lips still swollen from my kiss, and yet she looks... free. Lighter than I’ve ever seen her.Something unfamiliar tightens in my chest.She’s drunk. Too drunk. But she’s smiling. Not the small, guarded smiles I’ve

Her Pov:The world outside is a blur of neon and shadows, smearing across the window like a half-forgotten dream. My head is heavy, fogged by the alcohol still swimming through my veins, but there’s clarity in the haze. A sharp, unshakable awareness of the man sitting beside me.Leonardo.His name feels strange on my tongue, even though I’ve said it countless times. It feels like it belongs to something untouchable. Something vast and immovable. But tonight, here in the dim glow of the car, he doesn’t seem so distant. He doesn’t seem so unreachable.He gave me his coat.That shouldn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean anything. And yet, I can still feel the warmth of it, the scent of him wrapping around me like a second skin. I want to pull it closer. I want to push it away. I want to curl into it and pretend, just for a moment, that the weight of it is something more than possession.I shouldn’t have asked him that question. I shouldn’t have let my lips part, shouldn’t have let those wo

His Pov:I stand on the balcony, the city lights flickering below like dying embers, as I take a slow drag from the cigarette I borrowed from one of my men. The smoke curls in the air, a temporary distraction, but even that isn't enough.I don’t smoke—not usually. I’ve never needed vices to dull my mind, never sought escape in addiction or meaningless habits. I’ve always been above such weaknesses.And yet, here I am.Because of her.She’s made me crave, made me restless, and made me need.My fingers tighten around the cigarette, the burn at my fingertips, nothing compared to the fire coursing through me. I can’t erase her from my mind. No matter how much I try, she lingers—her ice-blue eyes wide and full of something between fear and defiance. Her swollen lips, parted and trembling. Her teary eyes, her breathy moans and her tight cunt all just leaves me hungrier.The way she looked at me, the way she sounded, the way she felt wrapped around me—so impossibly tight, so warm, so fucking

**15 years ago***His Pov:I don’t even know how much time passed while we sat there, lost in the comfort of something that felt almost... normal. Maybe an hour. Maybe two. All I know is the sun had already started creeping higher, bleeding light through the half-closed curtains while we sat cross-legged on the floor of my room, controllers in hand, laughing at nothing and everything as we played my favourite video games.David had woken up too. He’d been with us the whole time, sitting close, occasionally throwing in jokes or grabbing the controller for his turn. It felt like family — not the kind of family I grew up with, but the kind I used to dream about. A soft, peaceful, happy little bubble. It almost felt like Father's Home, when Aunt Rachel used to stay with us, making dessert while the TV buzzed in the background.For once, the world outside my door didn’t exist.Until it did.Until everything shattered in a single heartbeat.A sharp sound cracked through the air — the dull,