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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 sat opposite the man, his eyes fixated on the table while his left index finger tapped on his right gently. 


His mother was seated on the plush armchair on his left. She crossed her thighs over each other while she pinned her eyes on the man on her left. 


I remained in the corner, almost next to Francesco. I dare not sit, not especially with the witch around. 


The man’s eyes moved from Francesco's direction to his mother's. He did that severally before he cleared his throat, breaking the silence in the room. 


“What? Am I a ghost? Are you both seeing me for the first time?” The man’s voice cracked through the room. 


“Joshua, I am not in the mood to joke with you. What are the reasons behind my husband's death?” Francesco's mother asked impatiently, trying to keep her cool. 


I don't know and I don't want to. Horrible looking woman. Had she been my mother, I would have killed her myself. 


42 ~ Ronald's Secret Assets