(This chapter is dedicated to my favourite song "The ones we once loved" by Ben&Ben. It would be nice if you lovely readers would listen to it too ^^)Chapter 110: Goodbye to the one I once LovedSuddenly, Ilyana interrupted with a cheeky smile. “Says who?” she asked, raising an eyebrow playfully as she looked at Isabel and Liam.Isabel blinked in surprise, her confusion evident. “Mother...?”Without another word, Ilyana raised her hand, signaling the guards to open the grand doors. The heavy wooden doors creaked as they swung open, and the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall. Isabel’s eyes widened as a group of men dressed in full black warrior tunics, their faces obscured by hoods, marched into the room in a precise formation.Two of the men, armed with swords at their sides and bows and arrows strapped to their backs, led the procession. Behind them walked a man whose hands were tightly bound, his head slightly bowed, concealing his features. Following this captive were two
Chapter 111: A child's pleaAnd so in the months that followed, Isabel remained true to her word. She had finally let Tristan go, though not completely, for she could not easily dismiss the deep feelings she had developed for the man who had saved her. Life continued to move forward, and with it, the fates of those around her began to shift.Lucian who was once a formidable force in the empire, was dethroned and reduced to the title of Viscount. The once-proud Montebello kingdom found itself under new leadership after the council deemed Leticia unfit to rule, her descent into violence and madness making her unworthy of the throne. The kingdom’s new ruler, handpicked for their wisdom and strength, sought to restore peace and stability to the fractured land.Victoria, who had suffered in the dark cells of the palace, was finally freed and was reunited with her son Julian only to face the consequences. But the West King, Leticia’s father, could not bear the thought of his daughter suffer
Chapter 112: A Beautiful Second ChanceIsabel and Prince Raphael strolled through the tall maze garden as the greenery surrounded them like a living wall. The winding paths created an air of intimacy that Raphael seemed all too eager to exploit. Isabel’s arm was linked with Raphael’s as they walked, and he, ever the charming gentleman, leaned in closer with every step, his laughter echoing through the garden.Meanwhile, Tristan was not far behind and was hidden just enough to avoid being seen but close enough to watch the unfolding scene with growing irritation. He had followed them into the maze out of sheer stubbornness, unable to stomach the sight of Raphael’s overly friendly manner.As Raphael pointed out an intricately carved stone bench, suggesting they take a seat, Tristan rolled his eyes from his concealed vantage point. “A bench? Really? How original,” he muttered under his breath, his frustration bubbling over.Isabel, for her part, seemed oblivious to Raphael’s advances. Sh
Dear kind readers,I’m excited to share that The King’s Possession has finally reached its conclusion. I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to each of you for your patience, support, and love throughout this journey. I know the ending may feel a bit hanging, and some of you might still be longing for more of Isabel and Tristan’s story, but this is the way I always intended for their tale to end.Your enthusiasm and dedication have meant the world to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have had such lovely readers who have stuck with this story until the very last page.Thank you for being part of this journey.With love and gratitude,Yñanana ~
Chapter 1: Dear MotherThe kingdom of Montebello awoke under a sky streaked with the hues of dawn. The golden light spilled into the busy slums where Isabel lived. As she completed her daily household chores, the warm morning sun touched her pale skin and her icy blue eyes sparkled with every splash of water as she stomped on the fabrics soaking in the wooden basin.Despite her humble beginnings, Isabel embraced her life with gratitude, which was a fruition to the lessons her mother had imparted. Although Isabel was uneducated, she was wise enough to find joy in the simple things and never grumbled about their status in society’s hierarchy. Her appreciation for her mother's sacrifices was boundless that she often expressed it in songs of love and gratitude during times of scarcity.Her father was a subject shrouded in silence. A past her mother never spoke of, and Isabel never pressed. She understood enough to harbor a deep, personal hatred for the pain her existence had caused her mo
Chapter 2: A Daughter's HeartIsabel who was ever observant, notices the weariness etched in her mother's eyes."Did you manage any rest at work?" Isabel inquired, her voice laced with concern."Very little," Teressa admitted, "but I don’t mind. It is heartening to witness such joy and celebration."Isabel nodded and felt relieved that her mother found comfort to her hard work. "I finished the laundry and tidied up. Mrs. Hawthorne stopped by with fresh bread.""That was kind of her," Teressa said with her eyes brightening. "Mrs. Hawthorne always looks out for us.""Indeed," Isabel agreed. "She also gave me some advice on mending clothes. I believe I am improving."Teressa smiled, gently squeezing Isabel’s hand. "You are doing wonderfully, Isabel. I am immensely proud of you."Isabel blushed. "Thank you, Mother. I just want to ease your burdens.""You do more than enough," Teressa assured her. "I am grateful every day for you. How was your day, dear?""It was good. Busy, but I like to
Chapter 3: Mrs. Hawthorne the kind soulIsabel returned from another long day of searching for work, but nobody seemed willing to hire someone like her who is skilled only in household chores. Downhearted, she trudged home with the burdens of rejection slumped on her shoulders.As the late afternoon shadows began to lengthen, Isabel decided to visit the small clinic where her mother had been temporarily confined. She took a deep breath and smiled, hoping to bring some comfort and cheer to Teressa.Isabel entered her mother’s room quietly with the soft rustling of her skirts the only sound. Teressa stirred as her eyes opened slowly. She immediately shifted and smiled to the sight of her daughter.“Good evening, Mother,” Isabel whispered, leaning down to kiss Teressa’s forehead.Teressa spoke weakly. “Good evening, my dear. How did your day fare?”“I managed,” Isabel replied in her gentle voice. “How do you feel?”“A bit better,” Teressa said, her voice still frail. “But very tired.”Is
Chapter 4: Isabel's Journey to the PalaceIsabel's POVThe next morning, I woke early and dressed carefully. I chose my best attire and packed my few belongings into a small bundle. Today was the day I would travel to the palace, carrying the letter that could change mine and my mother’s lives.With my bundle in hand, I made my way to the small clinic where my mother was recovering. As I approached the room, I saw Mrs. Hawthorne already there, attending to mother with her usual kindness.Despite all the hardships we had faced, I couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming gratitude. Even in these dire circumstances, we were blessed to have people like Mrs. Hawthorne who cared about us and were willing to help.“Good morning,” I greeted softly, stepping inside.Mrs. Hawthorne looked up and smiled warmly. “Good morning, Isabel. You look ready for your journey.”“I am,” I replied, though my voice trembled slightly. I turned to my mother, who was sitting up in bed, looking stronger than befor