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IsabellaThe welcome Damon had in mind was simply us sitting in place and doing nothing. Gunshots sounded outside along with an occasional yell."Surely, I hope none of our men are getting injured?" I asked the masked King beside me."They're wearing some armor. Besides, I told them to stay out of sight for the most part," he assured me. "It's all good unless they bring in bombs."I smiled as my heart rate began to pick up. Soon, we heard a crashing sound that signified a door was broken, and then we were suddenly surrounded by men—seven of them. Two of them standing close together parted ways to reveal a woman. She wasn't in middle age; I would place her to be around 50 to 60.Her face was wrinkled, but not so much as to make her look decades older. I could see the vestiges of both youth and age. She had dark brown hair, eyes that looked worn by sleep, and lips painted in dark red lipstick, in a similar shade to my gown.The woman pulled out a gun and pointed it at all of us. Unable
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IsabellaWe decided to remain in Nicholas's house until Damon's men finished the sweep. I found out that a few of them were injured, but not severely enough to warrant death.Ambulances were called, bodies were taken away, and the injured men were treated. But most importantly, I had an ally. My eyes found the woman who sat beside me, her shoulders quivering. I reached into my purse and offered her a tissue to dab her tears. The woman had effectively wiped her entire makeup off her face. She looked different without makeup—her face pale, her lips thinner than I had thought, and her eyes startlingly hooded. The lack of black eyeliner made the gray in her eyes more prominent."What now?" Julio asked, breaking the silence we had all grown comfortable with. Damon was outside talking to Nicholas, while the the three of us sat in what was left of the living room among shattered glass.Despite the chaos, I felt relieved sitting down. My feet would have some time to rest. I toyed with the id
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Isabella"It's fine. What is it?" I asked, my heart suddenly picking up its pace."Andrew. He was shot. Somehow, he's injured. I can't believe I didn't notice, but he was taken away in an ambulance. I just received the call from him. He's fine, but he's going to be down for a while," Julio explained."That's quite hard. I should visit him in the hospital," I said after a moment."That's a bad idea," Julio said, his eyes wide."You've just suffered an attack on your life! You cannot think of going outside…""I will go outside. I will," I said, meeting his eyes. "In fact, call Donatella. Tell her she will be providing my security.Of course, Damon's men will come with me, but I want her involved. I want her loyalty tested now. Tomorrow, I mean. Let's go tomorrow," I said, making up my mind about the matter.Julio suddenly looked lost. "Why?" he asked."Andrew is going to be a member of my six. If I leave him in the hospital without seeing him, it's bad. It creates a bad image of me. But
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Isabella"You do realize that your workers are human beings, yes? I would like to think that you provide them with an ample working environment," Donatella looked at me as though I had grown a second head. "They are nameless. They are scum. If I provide them with something, they should be grateful that I've done so. The people in the lower city do not deserve your sentiment, Princess.Believe me, it's best as things are. Of course, I will work them until they drop, and if they drop, there are five more people begging to take their position."I looked at him and realized that I was in front of a slightly cynical man. "They are human," I said softly. "They have feelings like you. They have mothers and fathers and children. Don't you think it would be expedient of you to allow them some respect and relief by giving them incentives?""I clothe them, Princess, at least I remember doing so. I feed them sometimes. But I don't understand why you are so concerned about those common folk," he
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Isabella Damon's eyes widened. "Are you sure?" he asked again. "I am. There's no better time than now. I can see it... I can see that..." I stopped talking, not because I didn't think Damon would understand, but because I didn't know how best to explain what I could see. Cassandra would try something else, just as Frederick had told me. If I show up, if I take my place, Cassandra will come out. Like I told you, she's going to throw a tantrum, especially when I tell her that I'm taking my name from her. Especially when I tell her that there cannot be two Montenegros on the same council. One family cannot be represented twice; it's against our code. Damon looked deep in thought. At this point, I was beginning to feel as though I was provoking too much of it, but there was no better way. "Walk me through this plan," he said finally. "I don't have one," I said. "I was hoping you would be the one to do it," I added with a smile, knowing that I had him. "Let's call Julio," Damon said
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Damon Isabella looked shocked, mirroring my expression. "Negative emotion? This dream you had… I had one similar when I first got it. Every time I put it on, I feel it calling. I feel it strengthening me. At some point, I debated leaving it, but I'm not so sure now. I know that I'll drop it as soon as my tenure as the masked King comes to an end, but right now, I need it. Do you think… Do you feel like it's bad?" I asked as I sat down on the foamy bench in my closet. "I feel dark energy from this. It doesn't even make any sense, but I'm scared," Isabella confessed, wrapping her arms around her chest. "Perhaps for now, let's see what happens. In some ways, I don't think it's…" She shook her head. "It's changing. Perhaps it's not full yet. What will happen when it gets full?" She asked the question that was on my mind. "In my opinion, we don't have much time to dwell on this right now. We're supposed to be making plans about Cassandra." "We are. But if this is bad, then Cassandra
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Isabella I hadn't been this excited since my 15th birthday. Christmas felt the same way, with heaps of gifts waiting under the tree. Essentially, excitement had been missing from my life for the past eight years—until now. I couldn't understand why I felt so giddy the morning we were to meet Andrew Garrett. I pulled Paula out of bed and dragged her to my room to get ready. "I want pants," I told her. "Something loose. I want to be able to run." My smile was wide enough to crack my skull, but I didn't care that my cheeks hurt or that she looked at me strangely. "Hurry!" I yelled, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into the bathroom. The shower was quick, and when I came out, I found my friend laying out clothes on my bed. Swinging my legs, I sat on the bench and waited for her to fix my hair and do my makeup, as per usual. By the time she was done, Damon was only just fixing his tie. "You haven't even put on your suspenders!" I said, grabbing them and walking straight to him.
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Damon Julio shared a strange story with me about Isabella's plan to use a decoy to draw out Cassandra. According to him, if the plan failed, the objective remained the same. However, if the plan failed, it would mean that someone had told Cassandra that Isabella was alive. Given that the Vivaldi woman was now part of our group, she might have been the one to spill the beans. "It doesn't matter if she's the one, Julio," I told him after his analysis. "I don't understand," Julio confessed, putting his hands on his head. "Let me try to explain. You're a smart boy; you'll figure it out," I said as I stood up. "I thought you said you were going to explain!" Julio exclaimed. "I have. Figure it out," I replied. "By the way, ensure you send word to Andrew to be there. The meeting is tomorrow." Julio nodded in affirmation. I had trouble sleeping that night, suspecting it was because Isabella was eluding me and being evasive. After dinner, she disappeared during a discussion we were ha
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