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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

My slippers slapped against the marbled floor as I made my way to Francesco's bedroom. My heart wouldn't stop beating while the tray in my hand wouldn't stop shaking as well. 


I know Francesco is in a state of rage but I can't bear not to give him the newly grinded bottle in powder form to him. His father's actions had already paved a way for me. All I have to do is invite him to dine with the Angel and boom, his death. 


As I approached the door, my heart beat faster as I wondered if Francesco would open the door or not, especially with the music that was blaring from his bedroom at midnight. 


I was about to tap on the door when the door flung open. Francesco melted into my arms, almost knocking off the tray in my hand but I held it firmly. 


This is the only way for me to leave his house. 


We will both meet in the afterlife. He has given me The Deadly Nightshade already, what should stop me from opening the gate of hell for him? 


44 ~ Welcome To The Dark Room