UNTIL DEATH ( Love should Never be this deathly )

CHAPTER 10

Rosa stood rooted to the spot, her heart racing as she beheld the fury etched across Dylan's face. The raw intensity of his anger sent chills down her spine, leaving her both bewildered and deeply unsettled. She felt the weight of his accusations pressing down on her, and a sense of helplessness washed over her. Who was this man who had seemingly materialized from the shadows of her life, and why did he threaten the very fabric of her existence?

"Trust me, Dylan," she pleaded, her voice trembling as she fought to keep the tears at bay. "I don't know anyone by that name. I've never even heard it before." Each word felt like a fragile thread, barely holding together her unraveling composure.

Dylan's eyes blazed with a mix of betrayal and confusion, "Then why did he come to see me? Why did he threaten me, saying I should keep away from you if I wanted to walk out alive?" His voice rose, filled with a desperate need for answers. "Why does he want you out of my life? Why does he know you?"

As he recalled the violent encounter, his face flushed with rage, the memory of the man's menacing words echoing in his mind. "When I refused to back down, he attacked me! He was ready to kill me!" The anguish in his voice was unmistakable, and Rosa felt her heart clench in response.

In that moment, she realized that this was no ordinary conflict; it was a storm brewing between them, fueled by fear, uncertainty, and a deep-seated desire to protect one another from the unseen dangers that lurked just beyond their grasp.

"Tell me this," Dylan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing in scrutiny. "If you truly don't know who he is, why would a renowned and affluent businessman—a man known for his ice-cold demeanor and dangerous ties to the Mafia—come to a humble orphanage in search of a girl who just so happens to be my fiancée?"

Rosa felt the weight of his words settle over her, each syllable slicing through the fragile veil of her composure. She stood frozen, grappling with the implications of his questions. The very notion of such a powerful figure seeking her out was unfathomable, yet here they were, enmeshed in a web of fear and suspicion.

Her heart raced as she searched for a response. The orphanage, once a sanctuary of innocence, now felt like a stage set for a dark drama, and she, the unwilling protagonist caught in a narrative beyond her control. The idea that a man with such a notorious reputation would take an interest in her sent a shiver down her spine, stirring a mix of confusion and dread.

As she met Dylan's piercing gaze, she felt the urgency of his inquiry—a blend of desperation and protectiveness that resonated deep within her. She yearned to reassure him and struggled to comprehend the gravity of the revelation that had just been thrust upon her. The word "Mafia" escaped her lips in a hushed whisper, a tremor of disbelief lacing her voice. It felt surreal, as if the very air around her had shifted, laden with an unspoken danger that sent chills racing down her spine.

"I slapped him," she murmured to herself, her heart pounding as the realization settled heavily in her chest. "A famous businessman who is also involved in the Mafia... He warned me that I had made a grave mistake." The horror of her own actions washed over her in waves, and she trembled at the thought of the consequences that could unfold from such a reckless encounter.

Dylan observed her intently, his eyes searching for any signs of deceit, but what he saw instead was a visceral reaction—a pallor creeping across her features, deep furrows of concern etching themselves into her brow.

As the weight of her fear became apparent, his heart began to soften, the fierce accusations he had hurled at her momentarily forgotten. In that instant, he understood the depth of her innocence; Rosa would never willingly entangle herself with such darkness.