Mafia king and demon, Noah Gabriel is everyone's fear, and the very mention of his name makes one shudder.
Everyone adores Isabella Rose Robinson, who is known as an angel, and she has her unique style of speaking.
After they meet, Noah forces her...
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Noah's POV:
She's been in the hospital for two days now, and every minute feels like an eternity. The doctors have said that her cancer is making it difficult for her tissues to heal, but I refuse to believe that she won't recover. Deep down, I know my Rose will open those blue eyes again. The guys don't know about her cancer yet; I'm keeping that from them for now. They come and go, visiting her and leaving me alone in this endless vigil.
I haven't slept a wink since we brought her home. I've been by her side, holding her hand, trying to will her to wake up. Sebastian has taken over the business temporarily, and I appreciate it more than I can say. I just can't bring myself to leave her side. Every thought of what might have happened to her while she was with them makes my heart ache.
Rowan's voice pulls me from my tortured thoughts. "Noah, you've been here for exactly two days. You need to rest."
I glare at him, frustration boiling inside. "I can't rest, Rowan. Not while she's like this. I'll rest when she's back home with me."
Rowan rolls his eyes, a gesture of exasperation mixed with concern. "Fine. But take care of yourself too."
I return my gaze to Rose, lying so still on the bed. Her face is pale, but her ginger hair still cascades beautifully over the pillow. Despite her condition, she remains beautiful to me, and the thought of losing her is unbearable.
I've never felt so helpless in my life. The feelings I have for her grow stronger every day, and it's clear now more than ever. Everything about her—her smile, her laughter, her touch—makes me want to hold on to her forever. I'd die before letting anything happen to her again. I'm completely and utterly whipped.
My eyes sting with the onset of tears, and I rest my forehead on her arm, clutching her hand tightly. For the first time in years, I let myself cry. It feels strange but necessary. I've never felt so much guilt or pain before.
"I love you," I whisper into her arm, my voice choked with emotion. I can't let her go.
Isabella's POV:
My eyes flutter open, and a wave of numbness and pain washes over me. I'm in a hospital room, and the throbbing in my head is almost unbearable. A figure lies next to me, his head resting on my arm. The pressure of his weight is causing a bit of discomfort, but I don't move.
As I glance down, I see Noah's face—his eyes puffy and red, his expression filled with exhaustion and sadness. It's him. I'm confused and disoriented, but his presence is oddly comforting.
Noah's head lifts, and his eyes meet mine. I see the relief flood his features as he realizes I'm awake. I can't help but feel a mix of sadness and gratitude. His eyes are wet, and I can see that he's been crying.
He pulls me into a tight embrace, and I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. I'm overwhelmed by his emotional state and can't help but reach out and stroke his hair, despite my own exhaustion.
