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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

“Fool, wake up! When will you kill Francesco if you keep sleeping? Time is not on your side.” 


“Mom?” My voice shook at the realization of the voice I heard. “Mom, where are you?” 


How nice would it be for me to live with her in the afterlife? I looked around for a while and saw nothing. Everywhere was shrouded in darkness as I could not see a thing. Only our voices echoed where we… Not we, it is I. 


“Stop looking for me. I have and I am always with you because I live in your heart. Do you remember the promise we made?” 


Yes, I remember. I remember it so well. How she had started planning my wedding. How she was so desperate to let me marry Peter then who had now turned himself to a cruel human that wants me dead. 


“Search for the answer or ask your heart. Wherever you find peace is where your heart lies.” 


39 ~ The Black Rose Is Back