BLEEDIN ROSE - a paradox of passion and pain.

A symbol of love too fierce to hold, yet too beautiful to resist. Its petals , velvet- red and trembling, drip with crimson - not dew desire. Each drop whispers secrets of forbidden longing , of hearts torn open by touch too tender and blades too sharp.

In this world, beauty is a weapon and softness bleeds . The rose doesn't wither _ it bleeds, defiantly. It thrives in darkness, nourished by lust, vengeance, and untold sorrow. The throne aren't warnings - they're invitations. Comes closer, if you dare. Touch it and it will own you

This is no delicate bloom. It is raw, seductive, and bleeding-alive with the fire of ruined love and the allure of exquisite agony.........

DISCLAIMER

Bleeding rose is a work of dark romantic fiction intented for mature reader (18+) only. This book contains intense themes including graphic voilence, blood, murder , sensual and explict scenes , psychological manipulation , and morally grey characters.

It explores the beauty in brutual way, the line between love and obsession soaked in blood . If you're sensitive to dark content , emotional turmoil, or twisted love stories - proceed with caution.

This is not a tale of soft kisses and safe endings.

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!!!!

CHAPTER... 1:-

Orion stood in the shadows of the dimly lit up room , The glow of the country flickring behind him. His voice cut through the silence like a blade

"Is the plan ready?" he asked, each word slow delibrate. DEADLY..

Rex (his P.A) swallowed hard his hands trembling. "Boss it's risky, one wrong move and lose everything."

Orion turned, his eyes burning with a cold fire . He stepped closer, the weight of his presence suffocating "Did you forget why you're here, rex?" he hissed , his voice low, venomouse. "you said you wanted power then bleed for it. Risk isn't a choice it's a price."

SCENE TITLE:- THE DEVIL'S BAIT.

IVT, THE BLACK ROOM- ORION'S PRIVATE STRATEGY HALL-NIGHT.

A storm brewd over the cast- line of the southern italy. The shadows of crime ruled more ruthlessly than the goverment from the skyscapers in the seoul in the seoul secret bunkers in berlin, orion, the world's most powerful, feared mafia lord, controlled an empire of 69 global- coroprations - a facade for his lethel network that spanned every continent---

But power always come with rival his name is ;- Robbert cruise- the itallian devil . The only man who dared to challenge orions dominace.

Robbert was reckless, brutual and cnsumed by his vice- women, parties and excess. And orion found it as a cracked in armor

INT . UNDERGROUND WAR ROOM-NIGHT

Orion stood infront of digital screen displaying satellite images of robbert's fortified mansion. The room filled with quite urgency . His black suit, tailored in shadow and silk, clug to him like a war armor . "he's weak when he's drunk in sin" orion said , staring at robbert's patterns- stirp clubs, orgies, luxury dense.

Rex still shaken from earlier, stepped forward "We traced his schedule. He leaves the compound once every full moon............always for pleasure. The next is two nights away we have two days for our plan to be succeed."

Orion's voice was ice. 'then we will give him the pleasure he'll die for."

The plan hosts a lavish, invite only undergroung party miles from robbert's compound disguished is trillioneir's gala. Lure him in with temptation . Trap him in the performance. End his region in front of his own sins. "But there was an peoblem " "we dont have her boss" Rex whispered "the girl noone can survive his lust" the room fell silent. Orions turned , his eyes buring with anger "Then find someone who dance like fire and kills like poison.

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INT. THE WAR ROOM – 7:00 AM

A dim golden hue filtered through the obsidian-tinted glass walls, painting the conference room in shades of dusk despite the early hour. The air was thick — not just with cigar smoke and static, but tension. Heavy. Unspoken.

The long oval table stretched through the center of the war room like a serpent, lined with men and women in suits darker than sin. Silent, nervous chatter buzzed as they prepared to finalize the operation against Robbert Cruise.

But at the head of the room — where power was meant to sit — the throne stood empty.

Gold. Elevated. Untouched.

It was less a chair and more a statement: this world has only one king.

Then—

The door creaked open.

Silence fell like glass shattering. Every head turned.

And he walked in.

ORION CARLON.

Black silk suit. Collar sharp. No tie — just enough rebellion to make him dangerous. His tall frame glided across the floor like a shadow made flesh, each step deliberate, quiet, lethal. His presence soaked the room in tension, the temperature dropping and spiking all at once.

The women dared to breathe — barely.

The men dared to blink — carefully.

He didn’t glance at anyone. Didn’t need to.

Orion moved straight to the throne and sat down with the weight of an empire. The gold against his dark suit made him look otherworldly — like a devil who had killed heaven and claimed its seat.

Rex stepped forward, bowing slightly, offering a black folder.

“Robbert Cruise — latest intelligence, boss.”

Orion took the file with gloved fingers, flipping it open. His eyes flicked across the contents — cold, unreadable. He shut it.

“Found the girl?” he asked, voice like gravel soaked in honey — beautiful, and dangerous to swallow.

Rex froze. Swallowed.

“N-no, boss. Not yet…”

The air snapped.

Orion’s jaw tightened. His eyes — molten obsidian — flared.

Then he stood. Slow. Controlled.

“You’re all fucking useless.”

His voice exploded through the room, cold rage ripping the calm like a blade across flesh.

“Time is slipping through our fingers, and you're all sitting here, talking. Failing. I said I need a girl. A flame. A weapon. And you bring me nothing but excuses?”

Chairs shifted. Eyes lowered. No one dared speak.

Until—

RIN.

He stood up slowly. Head bowed. One hand fisted over his chest in respect.

“Boss… forgive the interruption,” Rin said, voice low. “But I know someone.”

The tension shifted — sharpened. All eyes turned to him.

Orion narrowed his eyes. “Explain.”

Rin stepped forward. Calm. Controlled.

“Her name is Rosen ryan,” he said. “My stepsister.”

Gasps rippled through the room like a wave. Orion raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“She doesn’t know who I am. What I do. What any of this is. She’s pure. Untouched.”

He pulled out a photo and placed it on the table.

It slid across the polished surface and stopped in front of orion

She was light.

A girl in a white dress — mid-laugh, her eyes closed, dancing barefoot in the grass. There was something celestial in her expression — something that didn’t belong in this world of smoke and gunmetal.

“She loves to dance,” Rin continued. “That’s all she’s ever wanted. Tell her it’s a stage. A performance. She’ll say yes.”

Orion didn’t blink.

“And if she finds out the truth?” he asked, voice soft — too soft.

Rin didn’t hesitate.

“Then she dies. Simple. Who cares?”

A long silence.

Then, slowly, something dangerous curled at the edge of Orion’s lips. A smirk — dark, slow, inevitable.

“Bring her to me,” he said. “Tonight.”

Gasps again. This was new. Orion — the man who despised distractions — never requested a woman. Never. Until now.

“Y-yes, boss,” Rin said, bowing lower.

Orion’s eyes lingered on the photo as he whispered,

“Let’s see how an angel survives among demons.”

He waved a hand.

“Meeting’s over. Get out.”

Chairs scraped as people rushed to obey. One by one, they filed out — all except Orion, who stayed seated, alone in the war room, the photo still in front of him.

He stared at it. Minutes passed. Hours blurred.

The room was quiet.

Then — something foreign touched his face.

A smile.

Soft. Curious. Almost... warm.

He caught himself. Face hardened. But not before the thought slid in:

How can someone so innocent exist in a world like mine?

And yet, something deeper, darker answered inside him:

She was made for me to destroy — or protect. I haven’t decided yet.

He picked up the photo one last time, and his voice was a whisper, too low for the gods to hear:

“Tonight… let’s meet, little flame.”

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SCENE: ROSEN – A CAGED FLAME

EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS – LATE AFTERNOON

A wide shot of students laughing, lounging in circles, tossing books into the air.

But not her.

ROSEN walked alone — her shoes worn, her books clutched to her chest like armor. Her head was down, but not in shame — in survival. The whispers trailed behind her like ghosts.

> “There she goes, the orphan freak.” “Bet she talks to the stars because no one else will.” “She acts smart like anyone cares.”

She didn’t flinch. Not anymore.

But deep down, every word carved into her like a slow, blunt knife.

INT. LECTURE HALL – MOMENTS EARLIER

The professor had just dismissed class, praising her perfect report on orbital velocity. She stood to leave — alone — when a girl bumped her hard from behind, making her drop her books.

Laughter followed.

“Oops,” the girl sneered. “Gravity’s a bitch.”

Itara just picked up her notes in silence, jaw tight, eyes darker than they should be for someone so young.

EXT. CITY STREETS – EVENING

She walked home. No car. No umbrella. The sky above threatened rain. The sun bled behind glass towers like a dying ember.

Her dream of becoming an astronaut… it lived somewhere far above that dying light.

But here?

Here was hell.

INT. ROSEN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

She pushed open the creaking door to the one place worse than the outside world.

Silence greeted her. That kind of silence that buzzes with danger.

She stepped inside—

—and stopped dead in her tracks.

There he was.

RIN. Her stepbrother. Leaning back on the velvet couch like a coiled serpent, legs crossed, a glass of something dark in his hand.

She stiffened. Her voice was barely a whisper.

“…You’re home early.”

He smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes.

“I was waiting for you, little star.”

Her body tensed. She moved toward her room, instinctively avoiding eye contact.

“I’m tired. I have to study—”

> “No.”

His voice cut across the room like a blade.

“You’re coming with me. Now.”

She turned slowly, confused and already trembling.

“…Where?”

He stood, stepping toward her with calm, calculated malice.

“To meet someone important. He wants to see you.”

Rosen’s breath caught. Alarm bells exploded in her head.

“No,” she said quickly. “I have exams, I’m not— I’m not going anywhere with you—”

> CRACK.

His hand collided with her cheek.

She stumbled back, slamming into the wall.

Her books scattered. Her lip split. Her eyes didn’t even well with tears anymore. She was used to it.

“You think you have a choice?” Rin growled, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her down the hallway. “You're a burden. A pretty little coin I’ve never spent. Until now.”

INT. BEDROOM – LATER

The lights glowed dimly. She sat on a stool, dazed, as a maid Rin hired tightened the last pearl on the back of her dress. Her bruises had been covered with makeup, her hair brushed into black silk waves that cascaded to her waist like ink.

And the dress—

White silk. Full sleeves. It clung to her softly, shimmering like moonlight. The hem kissed the floor. The neckline was modest — but there was something haunting about how untouched she looked.

Like a sacrifice.

The heels felt foreign. Fragile. She hadn’t worn anything this expensive in her life.

A single tear slid down her cheek.

And still… she didn’t scream.

She didn’t beg.

She just stared into the mirror, her own reflection barely recognizable.

EXT. BLACK CAR – NIGHT

Rin shoved her into the back seat of a sleek black car waiting outside. The door slammed shut like a verdict.

She looked out the tinted window as the city lights blurred by.

And for the first time in years…

She felt like she was leaving Earth.

She didn’t know it yet.

But this night would change everything.

Because at the end of this road,

He was waiting.

Not her savior.

Not her enemy.

Something far more dangerous.

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