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The Fleeing Princess Chapter 14
“Marco Vitale, you really are despicable!”I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught my wrist midair, his grip firm, unyielding.“My principessa,” he whispered, softening his voice like velvet wrapping a blade, “just hear me out.”I narrowed my eyes, breath ragged. “…Fine. Talk.”He exhaled sharply. “I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was running away from an arranged marriage when fate threw you in my path. Saving you cost me that escape. That’s why I asked you to play the role of my girlfriend—so I could keep the vultures off my back.”I froze, memories surfacing—the night I had collapsed, his arms catching me, the sterile scent of the hospital room he had arranged for me, the quiet way he had stayed until I woke.“So all this,” I asked slowly, “is just an act? You needed me to get rid of a fiancée you didn’t want?”His grin was wicked, boyish even. “Exactly. And you played the part flawlessly.”I wanted to scoff, but the sincerity in his gaze disarmed me. Against my better judgment,
The Fleeing Princess Chapter 13
Adrian’s pupils contracted sharply, his chest heaving like he had been struck by a hammer.Elena laughed bitterly, her voice cutting like glass.“It was you who shielded me during the thesis defense.You who left Isabella behind in danger to save me. You who threw her into a cell just to give me an explanation. All of it, Adrian… it’s your fault.”Silence pressed down on the room like smoke.And then, Adrian laughed. Low, dangerous.“You’re right,” he murmured, releasing her wrist. “It is my fault.”His eyes hardened, merciless. “And now, it’s time I corrected it.”Before Elena could react, his guards pinned her in place.“What are you doing?! Let me go, Adrian! You can’t—”“Let you go?” His lips brushed her ear, venom dripping from every word. “Never. You’ll learn what it means to live wishing you were dead.”Her screams tore through the villa, echoing against marble walls.Covered ears, but could still hear the sound of her blood dripping onto the polished floor. Adrian’s face didn’t s
The Fleeing Princess Chapter 12
“What did you just say?”Adrian’s hand shot out, seizing Don Russo by the collar, dragging him up from the ropes as if he weighed nothing. His voice was low, guttural, a predator’s growl barely held in check.“Say it again.”The old man trembled violently, Adam’s apple bobbing. In all his years he had never seen Adrian lose composure. The Moretti heir was always a man of icy control. But now, with veins bulging at his temple and fury burning in his eyes, he looked ready to snap a neck without hesitation.“S-signore, it wasn’t me! Isabella… Isabella herself demanded to leave. I swear it! I have proof—bank records, the transfer of funds. Two hundred million! She asked for it. Please, you must believe me!”Adrian hurled him aside like garbage. His men dragged the Russos back into the shadows.When the records came in, when the paper trail proved real, a scarlet haze spread through Adrian’s vision. She asked for the money. She asked to leave.Why?Why had she cut him out without a word, va
The Fleeing Princess Chapter 11
Adrian froze.A ripple of unease crawled through his chest, sharp and cold.He immediately called the clinic. The answer made his stomach clench. Isabella hadn’t set foot in that hospital three days ago.His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles blanched. Without hesitation, he switched devices, using the secure line under his real name—Leon Moretti—and dialed Don Russo himself.“Mr. Moretti?” Don Russo’s voice came through, trembling with a false reverence.“Where,” Adrian’s tone was ice, “is my fiancée?”There was a pause. Then the old man rushed in with a sycophantic chuckle: “She’s safe at home, resting. In just a few days, we’ll host the engagement banquet. I’ll make sure my daughter is dressed beautifully, the kind of bride worthy of you, signore. You have my word.”Some of the tension bled from Adrian’s shoulders.So… they’d taken his warning to heart. Perhaps the Russos had finally learned their place and were treating Isabella with the deference she deserved.Her blo
The Fleeing Princess Chapter 10
When Adrian’s lieutenant stared at him in shock, he almost laughed at the look on the man’s face.“You seem surprised,” Adrian said, his voice cool, almost mocking.The poor man swallowed hard. “Boss, it’s just… everyone thought your concern was always for the elder Russo daughter. That’s what it looked like.”Adrian was silent for a long moment, swirling the glass in his hand. His lips finally parted.“That’s because I owe her a debt. My life.”The words landed heavy, like confession.Adrian usual ice-cold eyes softened, and for once, the mask slipped.Adrian told lieutenant the memory still haunted him—the night, twenty years ago, when he’d been just a boy. A rival gang had kidnapped him, locked him in a shipping container down by the docks. They beat him half-dead when he refused to send ransom demands to his family. For three days, no water, no food. He’d felt his life draining away.And then, a small hand had reached through the shadows, offering him half a piece of bread.“Don’t
The Fleeing Princess Chapter 9
The plane cut through the night sky, disappearing into the clouds.I pressed my forehead against the window, watching the endless blue fade into white. My teeth sank into my lip so hard I tasted blood—anything to keep myself from collapsing.The wounds across my back burned like fire, warm blood seeping through my shirt. Every heartbeat was a knife. Just hold on. Just a little longer. Once I landed, once my feet touched foreign soil… I would finally be free.When the plane landed, freedom tasted like dust and iron. Every step outside the airport felt like dragging chains behind me. My legs trembled, but I forced them forward.Then came the scream of tires.A black sports car swerved, stopping inches from where I stood. I didn’t even have time to raise my head before the world tilted and went dark.Thousands of miles away, Adrian Moretti sat in the back of a limousine, the glow of the city lights bleeding across the glass. Out of nowhere, his chest tightened, his pulse stumbling. For t
