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Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached for a small black bottle from the table. “I thought you would prefer the gentle way. Guess I was wrong.”

His words cut through me like a knife. He crouched down in front of me, cupping my chin with his cold, cruel hands. His fingers dug into my skin, forcing my mouth open, and I gasped in horror as he tilted the bottle.

The liquid slid down my throat, burning, choking. My body convulsed in protest, but I couldn’t stop him. The poison — Deadly Nightshade. I had used it before. And now I was forced to take it. 

A year to live.

His smirk deepened as he let go of me, watching with sadistic pleasure as I gagged, my hands flying to my mouth.

Tears stung my eyes. The bitter, metallic taste of death filled my mouth, and I could do nothing but cry. My vision blurred as the poison coursed through me, but I couldn’t let go of my rage.

Francesco’s voice was low, almost gentle, as he spoke the words that felt like a death sentence. “Sometimes, the person you once loved may end up killing you,” he said, the twisted satisfaction in his voice unmistakable.

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But surrender is never simple in a game of power, revenge, and dangerous desire. Because this man doesn’t just want to own her — he wants to unmake her, unravel her, and turn her fire to ash.

And the most terrifying part? Find out!

The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose

Francesco Dante. Francesco's father. Purab Chaturvedi. Marshall Fernandez. Marshall's father. 


I stared at the white board before me that I had their names written on as I thought of a lot of possibilities of what they had in common. 


If Marshall was the heir of the Fernandez family, why did he approach me? 


As for Francesco, he told me he was an orphan. He even worked as a barman to top it all. 


What does she have to do with all this? Francesco could have approached me easily. I could have agreed to be of help. 


Even now, I can't even get back to my past self. The skills aren't there anymore. I had vowed to leave that life because I had gained nothing while I worked with Alpha Exposition. 


I rested my head on my fingers and heaved a loud sigh before I walked to the balcony of my room. The early morning sun cast a warm glow on my face. 


16 ~ Devil In Pink