All Because of a Rose

All Because of a Rose

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It has always been her. Her laugh. Her tears. The way she hides behind a smile that he knows is a lie. She doesn't realize it yet, but she belongs to him. The others? They were only warnings. Practice rounds. Collateral. First came the roses. Then the notes. And then...the nightmares. He doesn't play fair. He never will. If he has to break her world apart, if he has to hurt the ones she loves-so be it. Because nothing and no one will stand between him and the girl he has claimed. To him, this isn't obsession. It's inevitability. "One way or another, I'll taste her fear, her lips, her surrender. And when I do... she'll never escape me again." ⸻ UPDATE: New chapters every Thursday 🌹 Warning: Contains strong language, graphic sexual content, and dark themes. 18+ only. Copyright © 2025 - All rights reserved. Do not copy or redistribute.
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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