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Christopher’s Point of ViewThe night was cold, but my blood was hot.Marcus. The name kept ringing in my head as the car drove through the dark streets.I sat in the back seat, my eyes on the road ahead. No one in the car spoke. They knew better. When I was angry, silence was safer.“Any update?” I finally asked.Jackson turned from the front seat. “Not yet, boss. But Rico’s men checked the east road. They found Marcus’s car near the old warehouse.”“Was he there?”“No, sir. The car was empty. Burned.”I let out a dry laugh. “Smart. He’s trying to hide.”Jackson hesitated. “What if he’s already out of the city?”“He’s not,” I said sharply. “Marcus knows me. He knows I’ll find him. He won’t run far. He’s probably hiding and waiting for help.”Thomas looked at me through the mirror. “Should we call in the others?”“Not yet. I don’t want noise. Just us. Quiet and clean.”The car stopped near an empty building. The place looked dark and abandoned, but I knew better. Inside, we kept one o

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Rosalina’s Point of ViewThe night was quiet, but my heart wasn’t.I couldn’t sleep.I sat on the bed with my knees pulled close, staring at the window. The moonlight was the only thing keeping me company. Every sound in the house made me jump.Christopher had gone out hours ago, and I didn’t know when he would return. Part of me prayed he wouldn’t come back tonight. Part of me prayed he return home safely . I still remembered the pain and the way his cold eyes looked at me when he caught me eavesdropping.I touched the side of my face where he had once slapped me. It wasn’t hurting anymore, but the memory did.“I hate him,” I whispered under my breath.But even as I said it, my voice shook. It wasn’t just hate. It was fear.The clock ticked slowly. Midnight passed. The house was still.Then I heard it — the sound of a car stopping outside.My chest tightened.Footsteps followed. Heavy, slow, unsteady.Christopher.I froze on the bed with my eyes fixed on the door.The footsteps came

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Christopher’s Point of ViewI walked out of her room, but I couldn’t walk out of what she said.Those words were stuck in my head like a sharp blade.I’m a virgin.I stopped halfway down the hallway, breathing hard. My chest was tight. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think straight, but my mind was spinning.“She is lying,” I muttered under my breath. “She must be lying.”I laughed, but it came out broken. “A girl her age? Impossible.”Still, no matter how many times I said it, something inside me refused to believe the lie I was trying to tell myself.I turned and hit the wall hard with my fist. The sound echoed down the empty hall. My knuckles burned, but I didn’t care.Her face wouldn’t leave my mind. The way she looked at me when she said it. Her eyes had fear, but not a single trace of deceit. She wasn’t trying to trick me. She was just… scared.I cursed under my breath again. “Damn it, Rosalina.”I walked into my room and slammed the door. I need to think, but my head wa

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ROSALINA P.O.VI stayed in my room all morning, curled up on the bed. The sunlight coming through the window felt too bright, too happy for a place like this. My stomach made a noise, but I didn't want to eat. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Christopher’s face. I saw the way his eyes changed when I told him the truth.I’m a virgin.I never thought those words would be so hard to say. But saying them to a man like him felt like giving him a weapon. He was a monster, a mafia boss who killed people. Why did I care what he thought?But I did care. The way he looked at me before he walked out of the room... it wasn't just anger. It was something else. Shock? Confusion? It was the first time I had seen him look human, even for a second.A soft knock on the door made me jump."Go away," I said, my voice sounding weak even to my own ears.The door opened anyway. It wasn't Christopher. It was a young maid, the same one who had tried to bring me breakfast earlier. She looked nervous, her han

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Rosalina p.o.vI jumped, dropping the book and the paper. Christopher was standing in the doorway. He wasn't wearing his jacket anymore, and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top. He looked tired."I... I was just looking," I said, my heart racing. "I didn't mean to pry."He walked into the room, his eyes landing on the sketch on the floor. He picked it up and stared at it for a long time. His expression changed. It wasn't cold anymore. It was... sad."This belonged to my mother," he said, his voice barely a whisper."She was an artist?" I asked softly."She was many things," he said, putting the paper back into the book. "But this room was her favorite place. She used to sit here for hours.""Where is she now?"Christopher looked at me, and for a second, I thought he was going to tell me. But then the mask came back. His eyes turned hard again."She’s gone," he said shortly. "And you shouldn't be here. This part of the house is off-limits.""I'm sorry," I said, moving toward the door.

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ROSALINA P.O.VI woke up the next morning feeling very strange. For a second, I didn't remember where I was. The bed was too big, the sheets were too soft, and the smell in the air was different. It smelled like expensive wood and strong cologne.Then, it all came back to me. The basement. The traitors. The gunshots.I sat up quickly, looking around. I was still in Christopher’s bedroom. He wasn't there, but the spot on the other side of the bed was untouched. He hadn't slept at all.I walked over to the large mirror on the wall. I looked like a mess. My hair was wild, and my black sweater was covered in dust from climbing down the vine. I looked like a girl who had been through a war, but my eyes were different. They didn't look as scared as they did yesterday.There was a knock on the door. It wasn't the soft knock of a maid. It was hard and fast."Come in," I said.Sean walked in. He looked tired, and there was a bandage on his arm."Miss, Sir wants you downstairs," Sean said. His

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He reached around and picked up a piece of fruit from my plate, popping it into his mouth."You are a Romano ward," he said. "And soon, the world will know that touching you is the same as touching me."He walked out of the room, leaving me alone with a table full of food I couldn't eat.I was no longer just a girl from a cafe. I was being pulled deeper and deeper into his dark world. I thought about the library, the sketch of the "little flower," and the way he held me last night.He was protecting me, but I knew his protection came with a price. I just didn't know yet if I was ready to pay it.I spent the afternoon moving my few things into his massive bedroom. It felt wrong to put my simple clothes next to his expensive suits. Every time I saw his bed, I remembered that I was supposed to sleep there now.As the sun began to set, Sean came to the door."Miss, Sir is going out," he said. "He says you are to come with him.""Where?" I asked."To a meeting," Sean said. "Wear something

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ROSALINA P.O.VThe car ride back from the party was the longest silence of my life. I sat as far away from Christopher as I could, pressing my shoulder against the cold glass of the window.My heart was still hammering against my chest. Anna. I couldn't get the image out of my head. My best friend—the only person who cared if I lived or died after my accident—was standing in a room full of monsters, talking to the enemy. She didn't look like a waitress. She looked like she belonged there.Beside me, Christopher was a statue of shadow and muscle. He hadn't said a word since we left the building. When we finally reached the mansion, the gates open. The car didn't stop at the main entrance. It drove around to the private side of the estate. Christopher stepped out and reached back, his hand wrapping around my wrist. It wasn't a gentle touch, but it wasn't painful either. It was a lock."Christopher, you're hurting me," I lied, just to see if he would let go.He didn't. He just looked at

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ROSALINA P.O.VI woke up the next morning feeling like I had been hit by a truck. The sun was peeking through the heavy grey curtains, making patterns on the dark carpet. For a second, I forgot where I was. I reached out, expecting to feel the cheap cotton sheets of my old bed, but my hand hit smooth, expensive silk.Then, the memory of last night came rushing back. The party. Anna. And Christopher... lying right behind me.I turned over quickly, my heart racing. The other side of the bed was empty. The sheets were still a bit messy, and the pillow still smelled like his woodsy cologne, but he was gone.I sat up, pulling the champagne-colored nightgown down over my knees. The room was so big and quiet. It felt like a beautiful prison. I looked at the bathroom door. It was open, but no one was inside.Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened. I jumped, turning around to see a maid standing there with a silver tray."Good morning, miss," she said, her head down. "Sir asked me to bring y

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ROSALINA P.O.VI stayed by the window for a long time. My forehead was pressed against the cold glass. I couldn't stop thinking about the black car I saw earlier. Marcello, Christopher’s uncle, had arrived. He looked like a man who was coming to take something that belonged to him. He didn't look like a visitor. He looked like a predator.The mansion felt very different now that Christopher was gone. When Christopher was in the room, the air felt tight and heavy, but I felt like someone was watching over me. Now that he was at the docks, the silence of the room felt empty and scary. I looked at the big bed. The sheets were still messy from last night. I felt a strange feeling in my heart. I actually missed him. It was crazy to miss a man who kept me like a prisoner, but in this big, scary house, he was the only thing I knew.I turned away from the window. I started to walk back and forth across the soft carpet. My mind was spinning. Christopher told me the accident in 2016 was not an

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