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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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IsabellaPerhaps it was Donatella's face that was the most surprising, but the days following my declaration and official ascension to the throne were followed by endless visits to my family's estate.I had to temporarily move there because I was worried about the constant movement and how my son would take it. However, according to Julio, it also applied pressure to bring Cassandra back to the city.She had disappeared a few days ago, and I believed she went to have her child."I must say, he's a very handsome boy," Nicholas said as he carried my son and began to walk around the new nursery. The baby cooed in his arms and raised his little fists towards his face. I smiled but began to miss the little bundle of warmth that he provided. I had once complained to Damon, and his reply was,"You'll just have to get used to it. Or are you going to take my son away from me?" Damon said with a smile.***To my surprise, Cassandra didn't show up over the next few weeks. I began to genuinely w
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IsabellaGeorge knelt in front of me in the gazebo. I had given Alessandro the go-ahead to let him come to the mansion. He came accompanied by three more people that I didn't recognize."There was a mistake, Princess. If I had known…”“I know you think that I am a benevolent figure of never-ending kindness that might accept you. But you must understand that given my position, I simply cannot forgive you right off the bat. You have to prove yourself to me. You have to prove yourself to the city. You have to prove your loyalty, and it will cost you more than it did the last time," I found myself saying.Shortly after that, I left the men alone and made a beeline for the nursery where I felt my son squirming and crying in his cot. The maid I had instructed to stay with him was trying to keep him calm, but she was failing miserably, making me laugh.I stretched out my hands, and just as she placed him in it, the infant settled down. Shortly after passing him and singing to him, I felt ar
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DamonAfter Isabella told me that I should handle Cassandra, Valentino, and her allies, I got to work instantly, telling Ted to pull out the old files he had on the trust of those she committed."So what do we do with them?" he asked. "We pick the weakest link. We pick the one most sympathetic to the lower City. Find me a couple of them and show them the pictures."A few days later, I received a call from Ted while I was out in town on a meeting with Nicholas."We have a number of them. What do you want us to do?" he asked. "Tell them to come to my place," Nicholas said with his arms raised. "I'm sure we'll do a good job convincing them." I smiled and told Ted to do the same. Six men, members of the lesser families, came through his gate.I recognized Antonio and George to be some of them and stopped myself from snickering behind my mask. The men bowed when they saw me, but it was clear that their initial fear of me was gone. I smirked behind the mask and looked at them.I loved se
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IsabellaDamon had carried me into the tub filled with cold water. As soon as my body came in contact with the water, I instantly sighed in relief. Marie came to me with a small figure half wrapped in a cloth and laid the pink infant on my naked chest.I leaned my back against the foam headrest and let my child lean against my skin. He squirmed and cried, but Marie said it was all part of the process, even though my heart was aching as I desperately searched my mind for what to do to ease his sorrows somehow."If he doesn't cry, his lungs wouldn't be strong. You have to let him cry, princess," she had told me before I struggled with her, and Damon carried me into the bathroom. Even now, he was still crying, but I felt a bit assured as Damon held my hand and began to rub soothing circles over my knuckles. "You are so strong," he whispered. "I'm so proud of you." He whispered again, and this time his hand reached up to caress the head of the infant that laid on my chest. I smiled, bu
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IsabellaDamon laughed suddenly, his shoulders quaking, and the room filled up with the hearty sound of joy. He stopped after a while and turned his head towards Cassandra. "It looks as though this wannabe princess is uninformed about what's happening in the city. Someone please tell her."Andrew cleared his throat. "The King…" Damon took off his mask, revealing his face, causing Cassandra to gasp and cover her mouth, as did Donatella. "The King has been married to the princess for quite a while now. I happen to be one of those privileged to witness the ceremony and the signing of their marriage certificate.This, of course, meant that as one without a surname, he would take his wife's own, making him Damon Montenegro Therefore, your challenge… your stake on the throne is very much mitigated by him.""That's not possible!" Cassandra screeched. "You wouldn't do that," she said as she turned her head towards me and stared daggers at me through the screen. "I did. Would you like to h
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Isabella"Do I need to remind you that you are a fugitive?" Damon's voice cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter."Do I need to remind you that your crimes are so great you deserve to be put to death?" Damon stood up from his seat and walked towards the pregnant woman."Get out, or I will pull my gun and shoot you between your eyes, not caring about the child within your belly." Instantly, Donatella gasped and covered her mouth with surprise.She got up and walked towards both of them and set herself in their midst as though to protect Cassandra. "Ouch," I thought to myself. "So much for loyalty forever," I said out loud. Donatella turned to me."You must understand, princess, it's not as though I will not be loyal to you. It's just with the recent developments, we find ourselves needing an heir. Perhaps once she gives birth, she can leave." "I'm not going anywhere," Cassandra said, protesting as she pushed the older woman out of the way."I'm here to challenge her
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Isabella“No, Isabella. We still need Cassandra to come out. We need her to show her cards. I'm sure it's not going to take long, but... you have to hang tight, Mia Bella," Damon said, shaking his head.He raised his hand and began to caress my belly before leaning in and pressing a kiss on my swollen abdomen. As if in response, the baby kicked where his hand was."He's saying hello to me," Damon said with a smile as he leaned forward and then pulled open the robe I wore to reveal my naked belly."So perfect," he said as he pressed another kiss on the pale skin. "So damn perfect," he said again as he met my eyes. I could see the expression there, his eyes flashing red before returning back to their normal hazel color. He spread open my legs and slowly removed the outer robe to reveal my naked pussy. Slowly, he kissed his way from my belly button down to my weeping pussy.***The extra wait was grueling, but I didn't mind it. I filled my days with walking, with Paula up and down the
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Isabella"It was just a rumor," I told my husband as he paced the length of the room, hitting one wall and then going to the next to do the same."We both know rumors are next to truth. It wouldn't be said if it wasn't seen at some point. But you're the same person that said the city thrived on rumors. Why is this one only different?" I questioned him, but the man continued his insistent pacing. He had taken off his shirt, leaving him half naked and making my eyes wander to strange places."Please," I begged him as I stood up. I took off my coat."You're making me dizzy," I said.Damon stopped suddenly and looked at me. "And if the rumor's true?""Then we laid a trap. And I think traps are your thing… at least Julio's thing.""So let's call the ultimate trap master and have him whip up something for us," I said as I reached up towards my husband's head.***The day after, Julio sat opposite me in the gazebo. "How could you not tell me you were pregnant?" He asked, his eyes wide and f
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DamonIsabella's face was pale when I saw her as she came out of the bathroom. She had a stunned look as though she was trying to remember something. I grabbed her hands and rubbed circles over her knuckles until she smiled at me."I am fine," she said with a shaking voice."Champagne?" I asked as I handed her a flute. She shook her head. "I can't keep it down," she said, forcing another smile at me."Isabella, what is wrong?" I asked with my mouth close to her ear. "I'll tell you when we get home," she said as she squeezed my fingers back.The rest of the evening couldn't come fast enough as I began to wish time could go faster. Finally, three hours after we arrived at the party, she tugged on my arm, telling me she wanted to go home. I bade goodbye to my friends and some others who were desperate to see me for some reason. We decided to take the chopper, being impatient and me wanting to find out what was wrong with my wife.I helped her out of her dress when we reached our room. S
