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The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 25
MEANDRA“I woulda advise you don't take a step into my room if you know what is good for you. Surely, you haven't forgotten your place,” Bella stepped in front of me protectively. The words were on the tip of my tongue.I wanted to tell her not to interfere but somehow, I knew she might not listen to me. Malachi's cold gaze shifted to her immediately. Something flashed across his eyes. I couldn't tell whether it was surprise or something else entirely.“Greetings, your Majesty, my apologies for interrupting,” he said. But there was an undertone of irritation in his voice as he spoke. Bella ignored his greetings. I clutched my hands tightly.My breathing and fingers were already shaking. With Malachi, I never knew what to expect. The only thing I knew was that when it came to him, it couldn't be good. He resented me as much as his daughter.I noticed he made no move to step into her room. He remained at the doorway.She was the princess after all. Disobeying her orders might be good a
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-07The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 26
ALEJANDROI had to forget Meandra.She wasn’t supposed to matter. She wasn’t supposed to linger in my mind like this.She was just a servant—a mere servant—and yet somehow, she became a thorn in my skin that I couldn’t remove.I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth as though that would force her image out of my head.I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows pressed into my knees, face buried in my palms. The room was quiet, too quiet. I began tapping my foot restlessly against the floor.Control yourself.I lifted my head and inhaled slowly. My room felt smaller than usual, like the walls were leaning in closer, pressing in on my shoulders.“She isn’t important,” I muttered under my breath.But the words felt hollow, weak. A poor attempt at self-deception. I could lie to everyone else, but not to myself.As expected, there was a knock at the door.I straightened immediately, hands sliding off my face as I jerked to my feet. “Come in,” I ordered.The door creaked open. Jasquire steppedin w
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-08The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 27
JASQUIREDid he call me Meandra?My mind went back and forth, trying to figure out whether it actually happened or my mind was playing tricks on me. Alexjandro was calling her name. Her name had fallen from his lips so casually, so smoothly, I almost doubted myself.But I heard it—didn’t I? I replayed the moment in my head again and again, trying to make sense of what had happened. Had my mind conjured it in a jealous twist? Or had Alejandro really looked into my eyes and mistaken me for her?He didn’t help matters either. Of course, he didn’t. His silence infuriated me even more. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t explain. He didn’t care enough to even offer me a lie. He simply stared at me with that unreadable face of his, and let me walk away.Fine. If he wouldn’t give me answers, I’d find them myself.If Meandra was on his mind, I’d make damn sure she regretted it.What spell had she cast over him? What tricks had she used to linger in his mind even now? It seems she has forgotten h
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-09The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 28
ALEJANDROIf I couldn’t forget her, then I had only one choice left.I would avoid her.Separate myself from any situation that involves her. Detach. Withdraw. Escape.It sounded easy in my head, but my chest ached with the weight of it, like I’d just carved out something vital and left it bleeding.I stood in the middle of my room, unmoving for a moment, then started pacing again. Back and forth, like a prisoner waiting on a verdict I already knew would be grim.My steps were restless, my mind louder than ever. Her face lingered behind my eyes—those eyes, that voice, the way she had looked at me last night, like she saw everything I was trying to hide.Damn it. I pressed the heel of my palm against my temple, breathing deep. I had to pull myself together.This wasn’t normal.It couldn’t be normal.I needed to call Elias.Maybe he would understand what was happening to me. Maybe he could explain why every breath I took felt shallow unless I’d seen her that day, why I couldn’t stop rep
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-10The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 29
MEANDRAI hoped to avoid Jasquire today.It wasn’t much to ask. Just a few moments of peace. A moment of silence to call my own. But apparently, that was too much.The dishwater had just started to warm, biting at my skin as I plunged my hands beneath the surface.I let the clanking of the plates distract me, to fill my mind for a moment of time before she stormed in to order me around."Meandra!" she called, her voice slicing through the quiet like a blade.I stiffened.My shoulders jerked up, and a plate slipped from my grip beneath the water, knocking against the basin with a sharp clink. I shut my eyes and let out a long, silent exhale. Maybe if I ignored her, she’d go away.Maybe she’d get tired of shouting. Maybe she’d think I wasn’t here.But Jasquire never gave up that easily.I didn’t answer. Instead, I scrubbed harder, taking it out on a particularly crusted pan.I could feel the irritation bubbling in my chest, threatening to rise to my throat.Why couldn’t she leave me alo
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-11The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 30
MeandraAlejandro instructed that I sit on his bed and I did, inching towards the edge. His eyebrows furrowed, watching me. “Sit!” He ordered. I shifted and sat carefully on the bed. I refused to meet his gaze, my fingers gripping the bed sheet.Reluctantly, he reached for his trouser and pulled on them slightly before going down on one knee. The other high up. My eyes grew wide at his action but I relaxed my expression quickly before he caught it.He took my hand in his. He must have mistakenly brushed the burn because it stung.I furrowed my eyebrows, not wanting to show much pain.“It’s just a little burn,” he said, disregarding my hesitation. He held my fingers tightly, holding it in place. He looked at me, warning me not to move an inch.I took in a breath, my chest heaving up and down, bracing myself.He tilted my hand to the side, inspecting it before drawing it closely to his lips and blowing on it. “It wouldn’t hurt this much, if you didn’t get yourself hurt”.My fingers
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 31
MEANDRAHere I was again, in Jasquire’s room, the air thick. I lowered my head, my heart pounding as I braced myself for whatever she was about to do. My mind raced, conjuring different scenarios, each more unsettling than the last, as I desperately tried to anticipate her next move.The silence in the room was suffocating. It made my anxiety even worse.Then my mind went to the burn on my hand.Would she hurt me again? Would she do something even worse?Finally, Jasquire spok, breaking the silence.“Here,” she said, her voice sharp and devoid of warmth.Slowly, I lifted my head and my gaze to meet hers. She stood before me, holding out a basket overflowing with clothes. Her expression was held disdain, yet beneath it, I detected a flicker of restraint, a deliberate control.She didn’t want to resort to physical violence today, or even direct confrontation, for fear that Alejandro would unexpectedly walk in, seeing her in a negative light. This was the best option she had. “Here,” she
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-14The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 32
MEANDRA“I’m not a small child,” Belle insisted, her voice firm as she took small steps towards us.Malachi scoffed, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. Malachi scoffed, his expression not wavering.He looked as though he hated her but he obviously couldn’t do anything. She wasn’t me. She was belle—Alejandro’s younger sister and if he tried to hurt her, his head would be cut off from his beck quicker than he could blink.That would be fun to watch.“Are you hurting Meandra?” Belle demanded, her eyes narrowed, her small hands planted defiantly on her waist.“I think you should go inside,” Malachi suggested, his voice tight with barely-suppressed frustration.“I’m not going anywhere,” Belle stated, her chin lifting with a stubborn tilt.Malachi let out a long, exasperated sigh, clearly restraining himself.“So you are hurting her,” Belle pointed out, her voice laced with accusation.“We were just talking,” Malachi retorted, quickly. The speed of his response only made everything m
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The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 34
MEANDRAThen there it was—the unmistakable sound of her footsteps. I had become so accustomed to it, a haunting echo that seemed to follow me wherever I went. The way she walked—confident, almost predatory—sent a chill down my spine. I tried quickening my steps, but she had already seen me.There was no escaping her now.My heart raced.She didn’t yell, which gave me more anxiety. Maybe because Alejandro was closeby so she didn’t want to risk getting caught.I curled my fingers into a fist at my side, taking deep breaths to brace myself for what was to come. I could feel the weight of her gaze on my back, a tangible force that pushed me forward but there was nowhere to hide.The hallway was wide, bright, and long. I wonder how many steps I would take before I reached the stairs.Would that be a good idea? My eyebrows furrowed as I wondered. Would letting her linger behind me as I took steps down the stairs be wise? Suddenly, a hand grabbed my shoulder and yanked me back. I stumbled
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 33
MEANDRABelle had left with Shantai, and I resumed my work, doing whatever I could possibly do to avoid Jasquire. I held a broom, sweeping the kitchen with a sense of urgency, trying to drown out the chaos.I hummed softly as I focused on the task at hand, hoping it would keep my mind off everything else, especially Jasquire.Then they were footsteps, I ignored him, still hoping it wasn’t Jasquire. I braced myself either way just in case I was wrong. The footsteps grew louder, and I felt a knot tightening in my stomach.I knew it was only a matter of time before she found me—if that was her. I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm. “Please, not Jasquire,” I thought, wishing for a moment of peace.Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted.“Meandra!” the voice yelled, breathless and urgent. I halted, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion and concern. The tone was frantic, and I could feel my heart rate quicken.Slowly, I turned to face the direction of the voice, bracing myself f
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 32
MEANDRA“I’m not a small child,” Belle insisted, her voice firm as she took small steps towards us.Malachi scoffed, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. Malachi scoffed, his expression not wavering.He looked as though he hated her but he obviously couldn’t do anything. She wasn’t me. She was belle—Alejandro’s younger sister and if he tried to hurt her, his head would be cut off from his beck quicker than he could blink.That would be fun to watch.“Are you hurting Meandra?” Belle demanded, her eyes narrowed, her small hands planted defiantly on her waist.“I think you should go inside,” Malachi suggested, his voice tight with barely-suppressed frustration.“I’m not going anywhere,” Belle stated, her chin lifting with a stubborn tilt.Malachi let out a long, exasperated sigh, clearly restraining himself.“So you are hurting her,” Belle pointed out, her voice laced with accusation.“We were just talking,” Malachi retorted, quickly. The speed of his response only made everything m
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 31
MEANDRAHere I was again, in Jasquire’s room, the air thick. I lowered my head, my heart pounding as I braced myself for whatever she was about to do. My mind raced, conjuring different scenarios, each more unsettling than the last, as I desperately tried to anticipate her next move.The silence in the room was suffocating. It made my anxiety even worse.Then my mind went to the burn on my hand.Would she hurt me again? Would she do something even worse?Finally, Jasquire spok, breaking the silence.“Here,” she said, her voice sharp and devoid of warmth.Slowly, I lifted my head and my gaze to meet hers. She stood before me, holding out a basket overflowing with clothes. Her expression was held disdain, yet beneath it, I detected a flicker of restraint, a deliberate control.She didn’t want to resort to physical violence today, or even direct confrontation, for fear that Alejandro would unexpectedly walk in, seeing her in a negative light. This was the best option she had. “Here,” she
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 30
MeandraAlejandro instructed that I sit on his bed and I did, inching towards the edge. His eyebrows furrowed, watching me. “Sit!” He ordered. I shifted and sat carefully on the bed. I refused to meet his gaze, my fingers gripping the bed sheet.Reluctantly, he reached for his trouser and pulled on them slightly before going down on one knee. The other high up. My eyes grew wide at his action but I relaxed my expression quickly before he caught it.He took my hand in his. He must have mistakenly brushed the burn because it stung.I furrowed my eyebrows, not wanting to show much pain.“It’s just a little burn,” he said, disregarding my hesitation. He held my fingers tightly, holding it in place. He looked at me, warning me not to move an inch.I took in a breath, my chest heaving up and down, bracing myself.He tilted my hand to the side, inspecting it before drawing it closely to his lips and blowing on it. “It wouldn’t hurt this much, if you didn’t get yourself hurt”.My fingers
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 29
MEANDRAI hoped to avoid Jasquire today.It wasn’t much to ask. Just a few moments of peace. A moment of silence to call my own. But apparently, that was too much.The dishwater had just started to warm, biting at my skin as I plunged my hands beneath the surface.I let the clanking of the plates distract me, to fill my mind for a moment of time before she stormed in to order me around."Meandra!" she called, her voice slicing through the quiet like a blade.I stiffened.My shoulders jerked up, and a plate slipped from my grip beneath the water, knocking against the basin with a sharp clink. I shut my eyes and let out a long, silent exhale. Maybe if I ignored her, she’d go away.Maybe she’d get tired of shouting. Maybe she’d think I wasn’t here.But Jasquire never gave up that easily.I didn’t answer. Instead, I scrubbed harder, taking it out on a particularly crusted pan.I could feel the irritation bubbling in my chest, threatening to rise to my throat.Why couldn’t she leave me alo
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 28
ALEJANDROIf I couldn’t forget her, then I had only one choice left.I would avoid her.Separate myself from any situation that involves her. Detach. Withdraw. Escape.It sounded easy in my head, but my chest ached with the weight of it, like I’d just carved out something vital and left it bleeding.I stood in the middle of my room, unmoving for a moment, then started pacing again. Back and forth, like a prisoner waiting on a verdict I already knew would be grim.My steps were restless, my mind louder than ever. Her face lingered behind my eyes—those eyes, that voice, the way she had looked at me last night, like she saw everything I was trying to hide.Damn it. I pressed the heel of my palm against my temple, breathing deep. I had to pull myself together.This wasn’t normal.It couldn’t be normal.I needed to call Elias.Maybe he would understand what was happening to me. Maybe he could explain why every breath I took felt shallow unless I’d seen her that day, why I couldn’t stop rep
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 27
JASQUIREDid he call me Meandra?My mind went back and forth, trying to figure out whether it actually happened or my mind was playing tricks on me. Alexjandro was calling her name. Her name had fallen from his lips so casually, so smoothly, I almost doubted myself.But I heard it—didn’t I? I replayed the moment in my head again and again, trying to make sense of what had happened. Had my mind conjured it in a jealous twist? Or had Alejandro really looked into my eyes and mistaken me for her?He didn’t help matters either. Of course, he didn’t. His silence infuriated me even more. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t explain. He didn’t care enough to even offer me a lie. He simply stared at me with that unreadable face of his, and let me walk away.Fine. If he wouldn’t give me answers, I’d find them myself.If Meandra was on his mind, I’d make damn sure she regretted it.What spell had she cast over him? What tricks had she used to linger in his mind even now? It seems she has forgotten h
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 26
ALEJANDROI had to forget Meandra.She wasn’t supposed to matter. She wasn’t supposed to linger in my mind like this.She was just a servant—a mere servant—and yet somehow, she became a thorn in my skin that I couldn’t remove.I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth as though that would force her image out of my head.I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows pressed into my knees, face buried in my palms. The room was quiet, too quiet. I began tapping my foot restlessly against the floor.Control yourself.I lifted my head and inhaled slowly. My room felt smaller than usual, like the walls were leaning in closer, pressing in on my shoulders.“She isn’t important,” I muttered under my breath.But the words felt hollow, weak. A poor attempt at self-deception. I could lie to everyone else, but not to myself.As expected, there was a knock at the door.I straightened immediately, hands sliding off my face as I jerked to my feet. “Come in,” I ordered.The door creaked open. Jasquire steppedin w
