His Beloved Rose

His Beloved Rose

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"You were always mine. You just didn't know it yet." For years, He watched. Controlled. Owned. Every step his Rose took, every breath he drew-He made sure, his Rose was safe and protected. He pulled strings in the shadows, eliminating threats, shaping his Rose's world without him ever knowing. His Rose grew up safe. Happy. Unaware. But he wasn't just protecting him, He was waiting. Now, on his Rose's eighteenth birthday, the leash snaps. Dark. Possessive. Dangerous. This is not a love story-it's an obsession. And when he finally steps out of the shadows, his Rose will learn the terrifying truth: He was never free. "I paved your entire life, little one. Did you really think you ever had a choice?" - Lucian Moretti.
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