All Chapters of His Steel Princess (His Broken Princess #2): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

COLEI paced back and forth outside the hospital room, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty. I was trying to be calm but it was impossible. I had only managed to calm down because somehow my princess has been the strong one between us today. She held me together like a glue while I came apart at the seams. Now, once again I looked at the watch around my wrist. It had been more than an hour since they wheeled her in for the surgery. I couldn't even bring myself to tell her what the doctor has said, but on the other hand my princess was the one who told the doctor that she was ready for the surgery. I thought she was still in a shock but then she had smiled at me and asked to not cry. She was trying to be strong for my sake because she was too calm, and I knew she'd break. I just hope this time too, I'll be able to help her to piece herself back together.Now as I waited outside the OT, each passing moment felt like an eternity as I waited for the news of Violet’s co

COLE“I don’t know if this is the right thing to do.” I said as I looked down at the passports in front of me.“That’s what he wants.” Brandon responded. He was the one who had called me and asked to meet me, and because I wanted to let him and everyone else back in Willow Creek know about our impending trip to Italy, I had agreed to meet him. We haven’t had a get together since after the hospital and I was hoping that I and Violet will be at good place the next time we meet them. A part of me also wondered if everyone being happy with their kids was the reason that she wanted to leave, to not be reminded of what she was missing. It had been a week since we decided to leave for Italy without any plans of coming back any sooner. And surprisingly Violet and I had spent that week healing each other. We cried together. Woke up with the other when one of us suffered through a nightmare. Sat there on the floor when the pain became too much that we couldn’t put into words. And then hugged e

VIOLETWe landed in Italy and was welcomed by the warm embrace of the Mediterranean sun, its golden rays casted a luminous glow upon everything it touched. I watched my beautiful husband as he talked to the man who had approached us as soon as we had stepped down out on the tarmac. I held a bouquet of exotic flowers, courtesy of my husband’s uncle, a welcome to his country. But even those beautiful flowers didn’t hold my attention as my gaze went back to my husband as he made his way toward us and I saw the sun glittering in his brown eyes, reminding me all the time he had been the light in my darkness. I took notice of the way his shoulders were relaxed and the pleasant smile that curved his lips and I knew that coming here was the best decision. As he drew closer, he held up the keys. “I guess my uncle decided to ignore our wish to refuse his gifts.”I arched a brow. “What's that?” He grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s see.” We walked off the runway. The man following us with our

VIOLETI was happy.No. That’s not right. We were happy. Impossibly so.More than I ever thought I could be, with the man that I loved with my whole heart. The man who loved me like I was the sole purpose of his life. Three weeks has passed and we were still in Italy, and to be honest, I didn’t want to leave. It was everything I could ever dream about. Turns out, I was dreaming for something I already had in my grasp. Living with Cole in Italy, in the bungalow at the corner of the city it felt like we were in our own separate heaven away from the world and it’s expectations, also away from the things that made me think that I was missing something from my life when I was already whole with him. It became our sanctuary, a place where time seemed to stand still and the worries of the world faded away.We had spent our days roaming around the city, taking pleasure in each other’s company and the sights we visited. Rome was really beautiful, alive with its energy. It’s ancient monuments

I have died every day waiting for youDarling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more.~ A Thousand years..A MONTH LATER....VIOLETI woke up to an empty bed but a little note waited on my husband’s pillow. I picked it up and as I read his scrawled message, a smile lit up my face. ‘Good morning, princess. Come downstairs whenever you're ready. The twins are already making a racket. I had to go down before they set the house on fire. I love you.’Today’s going to be another good day, or maybe a better one because my husband wasn’t the only one who was stuffing our closet with presents he didn't think I knew anything about. I slipped out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom, deciding to get ready before going downstairs because by what Cole had shared, between the twins and his mother, maybe I won’t get another chance to get dressed up for tonight’s dinner. Our very first Christmas dinner as husband and wife.When I got downsta