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IsabellaAfter glasses of wine and sharing stories, Nicholas called it a night, and I saw him off to the helicopter that was ready for him to leave. "I'm once again very sorry for the intrusion," he said. I shook my head and waved him off."Your intrusion is welcome anytime. Trust me. You're welcome here," I said with a smile as I parted his hands."Once this is done, I'm sure you'll be able to bring your wife and son back home to you. I'm sure they miss you very much.""I miss them, and yes, I will be very glad to see that day happen. I was almost resigned that I would leave here within the next few years, but seeing you now somehow renews the hope within me. It was lovely to meet you, Princess. Truly. Thank you, Damon, for your help. I'm glad to meet you." Damon shook his head and slapped him on the shoulder."Get out," he said.Just as I started walking back, Damon grabbed my hand and pulled me along for a short walk. We enjoyed the evening breeze and the silence until my feet star
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Isabella"It's good to have someone that knows her better than we all do," I heard Frank say behind me. I turned around to find the man smiling and slightly sweaty. He made it a personal mission to jog every morning.Just how old was the man? I asked myself.His complexion looked 100 times better, and the redness on his face had mostly faded to pink. The marks that he was given were still there, but the plasters were smaller. He has all but healed of his injuries in record time. Strange. I thought."Good morning, Frank," I said, unable to contain my smile."Good morning to you too, Princess," he said as he took a seat opposite Julio and requested a cup of coffee."Princess, I would like to take you to meet someone. An old friend, in a way. I think you would greatly appreciate the meeting.""That's lovely. I didn't think you had friends right now," I remarked. Frank flinched. "It has been a while since I've had friends, yes. In fact, I hardly remember a time... I am quite the loner,"
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Isabella Even though Michael was calling behind me, I ran into the house until I remembered Damon was most likely at the gym. I made a quick U-turn, almost falling due to the slippery marble, and then ran straight to where I remembered the gym was. It was a large building beside the main castle, almost like a miniature version of the castle itself. Damon was standing outside, drinking a bottle of something that I didn't recognize. I stopped some distance away, feeling the adrenaline wear off. "What do you want me to tell him?" I heard Michael say as he suddenly appeared beside me. "Give this to him. Tell him to click on the video," I said, catching my breath. Michael jogged over to Damon. The exchange looked quite strange. Michael said something, showed the phone to Damon, who took it, and then said something else. He looked towards me and then started to walk over. If not for the fact that I loved the man, I would have thought he was walking over to kill me. He looked angry
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Isabella After watching Damon leave and finding Frank standing by the fountain, I approached him. "About what you talked about," I began, making his head perk up. "The friends you mentioned. I think now would be a good time to visit." "Of course. I'll let you go and get ready then," Frank replied. Getting ready was without Paula, who had been cooped up in her room since we spoke. I couldn't get her to come out, and I just assumed she was heartbroken. It saddened me because I hadn't even told her about Michael yet. I scanned my wardrobe to find something comfortable enough for the long journey without being too formal or too laid-back. I settled on a baggy pair of trousers along with an equally large shirt. Knowing Paula would criticize me for making such choices, I opted for a short pair of 2-inch heels. At the mirror, I haphazardly twisted my hair into a bun, put on some matching jewelry, and applied my lip gloss. After smacking my lips a couple of times and deciding to take
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Isabella I understand you don't want to be here. I believe I've done you wrong by inviting you in the first place," Frank said as he took a slow step towards me. "But Rodrigo has changed. More accurately, he has been pleading with me to meet with you. He needs to meet with you." I closed my eyes and suddenly saw myself standing outside my body. My body began to gasp for air desperately, as though I were a fish out of water. I clawed at my throat as I began to lower myself to the ground. I didn't care that my trousers were light blue and would get dirty from the sand. I also didn't care that my nearly white shirt would be stained. The ground was suddenly very comfortable for me. I wanted to go back, but I was forced to watch myself suffer a panic attack. My hand closed around my throat as I struggled for air and at the same time pushed back until I hit the car door. Frank and Rodrigo had already closed in around me, making me shake my head with tears running down my face profuse
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Damon That morning. Alessandro sat beside me as I drove into town. I was tense, truth be told. I didn't know what the meeting with Frederick would hold, but I was quite hopeful. “Do you think it still works when it's off?” He asked suddenly. “I feel traces of it in my mind. Its almost as though the more I wear it, the more it's effects are.” He was silent for a moment. “Miguel bench pressed 300.” “Pounds?” “Kilos.” When I walked into the bar, I found Frederick seated at his usual spot. I took off my scarf and then my jacket. It had been a slightly colder season being so close to October. Frederick raised his hands once he saw me and started waving them frantically, as was a common fashion with him. He hugged me when I reached his table, placing his head on my shoulders and laughing at the same time. "Is there a problem, Fred? Are you okay?" I asked as I pushed him gently away from my chest. "I'm happy to see you. It gets lonely out here. But most of all, I needed someone to
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Damon "What do you want?" I said to Valentino. The man was sitting in my gazebo, swiping through his phone with his legs crossed. I had changed out of the clothes I wore earlier and was now dressed in black. Julio sat opposite Valentino, looking at me. "There's a bit of a problem," Valentino said suddenly. "And? What does that have to do with me?" I asked. Valentino smiled softly. "I want your princess to consider my candidate. I want him to sit amongst the six, which is why I'm going to help you clip one of Cassandra's wings. At least I want you to know that I'm worthy of being an ally." "I didn't take you to be the kind that showed feelings, Valentino," I remarked. Valentino smiled in response. "I'm not," he said. "But the situation demands that I be transparent. I want to help. Cassandra remains a thorn in my side, and at least a little wiggle of it every now and then should help ease the burden and the pain." "Should we bring her in?" Julio asked, with his eyes still on Val
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Damon I woke up early as usual and broke out into a jog. Deep in thought, my legs began to move faster until the landscape around me almost faded into a blur. My eyes widened as I skidded to a stop in front of the gym to find Frank. “It's started.” he said as he pointed at my shoes. It was steaming. I could almost feel eaxh gravel stone under my feet signifying that the soles were almost threadbare. “Once I fix Vivaldi, we'll talk. You and the men.” I told him as I walked into the gym. It was as I thought. Donatella didn't move for over a week. My mind, however, was divided between her and Isabella. Or, more accurately, it's a balanced friend who seemed to be so heartbroken that Isabella barely had time for me. I turned to Michael after working out the morning after the first week. "You better have a good reason to break up with that girl. If it's bad, I promise you I will fucking kill you. But before that, I will cut off your balls and shove them down your throat." Michael loo
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