Deadly Poison ( Book 1 Of Mafiuso Series #1) ✔️

Epilogue

ROMANO MANSION

The room was dark, not a single source of light. If anyone saw it, they'd find it in complete disarray. Nothing was in its place; everything had been thrown or broken on the ground.

In the middle of this chaos sat a young man, his posture slumped and defeated. His eyes were hollow, reflecting a void that matched the destruction around him. He was breathing, but inside, he felt dead. His mind was in turmoil, a relentless storm of thoughts and emotions. He looked lost and utterly alone.

And then he laughed. It wasn't a normal laugh. It was a laughter filled with pain and desperation, a sound so raw it seemed to shake the very walls of the mansion. It echoed through the empty halls, a haunting reminder of his suffering.

Slowly, he stood up, his movements unsteady. He staggered as he walked, each step heavy with the weight of his grief. He made his way to his closet, the room now an island of eerie calm amid the wreckage.

His hands trembled as he frantically searched through the contents of his closet. Every garment he touched, every object he moved, seemed to mock him with its uselessness. Anger boiled within him, a seething rage that threatened to consume him whole.

With a growl of frustration, he ripped the drawers from their slots and hurled them onto the ground, heedless of the chaos he was creating. His mind was a whirlwind of desperation, a relentless pursuit of something he couldn't quite grasp. He felt as though he were possessed by some unseen force, driving him to madness.

And then, amidst the wreckage, his eyes fell on something-a white packet nestled among his clothes. His breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. Without hesitation, he lunged forward and snatched the packet from its hiding place, clutching it to his chest as if it were a lifeline.

For a moment, he simply held it there, his fingers trembling against the smooth surface. The packet represented everything he had been searching for, everything he had hoped to find in the depths of his despair. It was a glimmer of light in the darkness, a beacon of hope amidst the wreckage of his shattered life.

He slumped on the sofa, a glass of whiskey dangling loosely from his hand. His eyes were hollow, vacant, as if he were physically present but mentally far, far away. The weight of his despair pressed down on him, suffocating him in its grip.

Suddenly, a fit of coughing wracked his body, shaking him from his numbness. His breathing became ragged, uneven, as if each breath were a struggle. Panic flickered in his eyes as he tried to steady himself, but his vision blurred, and the room spun around him.

With a groan of pain, he attempted to stand, but his legs betrayed him, and he collapsed to the ground. The shattered remains of the glass he had dropped pierced his skin, sending waves of agony through his body. He coughed again, harder this time, the foam starting to bubble from his lips.

As he lay there, writhing in pain, his breathing slowed, each inhalation becoming shallower than the last. His mind was a foggy haze, his thoughts scattered and disjointed. He knew he was slipping away, but the darkness that enveloped him seemed somehow comforting, welcoming.

At that moment, the door to his room burst open, and a few people rushed in, their voices distant and muffled. They called out to him, their words a blur against the cacophony in his mind. But he had already lost the will to fight, the will to live.

He groaned in pain, his body growing weaker by the second. His breathing slowed to a crawl, each breath a laborious effort. In the depths of his despair, he found a strange sense of peace, a release from the torment that had consumed him for so long.

And as darkness closed in around him, Ethan surrendered to it, his consciousness slipping away into the void. He was broken beyond repair, shattered by the betrayal of the woman he had loved and trusted with all his heart. And now, as his life ebbed away, he knew there was no coming back from this abyss of despair.

Love is crazy. It makes you do crazy things. As we all know, anything taken to excess can destroy your life, whether it's love or a drug. But anything too much will be the reason for your destruction.

Indeed, love is a deadly Poison.....

-THE END-

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