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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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Damon I drifted in and out of consciousness, dreaming dreams that were incoherent and jumbled. In some, I stood in front of a lone castle with the sword I had, and in others, I was a fisherman. All the dreams made no sense to me, but they had one unifying factor: the mask. The mask was always there, watching me, judging me, waiting to see if I would fall. But I didn't, or at least, I don't think I did. Finally, tired of the endless cycle of sleep and waking, my eyes snapped open. "I think it's time we need to talk," Frank said beside me. "I couldn't agree more," I said, rubbing my face with the palms of my hands. "Is she left? She's waiting... waiting for you to feel better. All of you," Frank said, and I looked at him, not quite understanding. "The men fell sick too. Just yesterday, even if the princess wanted to leave, there's no way she could." Forcing myself up, I sat against the headrest of the bed. "How do you feel?" Prank asked. "Like shit was my reply. "But I think a few
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Damon Alessandro didn't look surprised. Instead, the man simply nodded his head. "So, what are we supposed to find out about this catalyst?" I heard Philippe's voice say. "I believe it's important. Whatever this catalyst is, it must have been the reason why the mask awoke from its slumber." My mind started to swirl, wondering what the catalyst could be, until I realized that it was too obvious. I couldn't help but laugh when I realized it. "It's so simple," I thought to myself. "Isabella," I whispered, and the murmuring men fell silent. "Before we left, before I sent you all out, we didn't have any issues. The mask barely did anything—it was simply a scare factor. Isabella shows up," I climbed down from the edge of the boxing ring and walked towards them. "My emotions go all over the place. I find myself scared, angry, craving vengeance. The night she got hurt… Philippe, you know this well. Didn't your wound heal faster than normal? You were shot twice, yet barely a scar remains
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Isabella I was armed. Armed with the love of a monster and the knowledge of the future. I could sense betrayal hanging near, though it was too vague for me to tell who it would be. But one thing was certain: Cassandra would do something suspicious, and Frederick would try to engage me in conversation. My steps wanted to falter, but I whispered to myself : “my father did not raise a coward.” The words became my mantra as I began to whisper it in line with the beat my shoes made as the heels clacked against the polished marble. Voices came from the parlor after I entered the main foyer of the mansion. Taking a sharp left turn, I was flanked by Julio and Frank. Laughter and a loud, screeching sound reminiscent of ravens emanated from the room. Waste no time, I stepped in. The heels I wore not only added height but also mirrored the red on Damon's mask, making me feel connected to its power. Cassandra paused mid-sentence, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. She raised her chin defi
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