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CHAPTER 9:Good Girl, Princess

Author: Hannahgold
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 13:42:09

ISABELLA

“I wish your brother could see his beloved sister like this,” he said.

His voice was calm, almost quiet but the weight of it crushed me.

It sliced deeper than any knife.

I sucked in a shaky breath, but the pain settled low in my belly like poison. My chest tightened. My stomach churned.

If my brother were alive…

Damian wouldn’t be standing in this room. He wouldn’t be breathing. He’d be rotting in the dirt with a bullet between the eyes.

Damian crouched in front of me again. I could feel his breath brushing my face, warm and slow.

“What do you think your brother would do now,” he whispered, “in the underworld where he belongs?”

I broke.

Something inside me cracked wide open, and the silence that followed was deafening.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and relentless, painting paths down my bare chest. I couldn’t hold them back. I didn’t even try.

My body trembled, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

How did I get here? How did this become my life?

His voice cut into the moment.

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