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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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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
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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
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MEANDRAMy eyes took in the interiors of the bedroom. It was beyond my expectations. Not that I was expecting anything luxurious. I was simply grateful to have a bed and a change of clothes to sleep in. My eyes lingered on the queen sized bed in the middle of the room. There was a vanity and a mirror at one corner, a table and a chair at the other corner. There was a double doored wardrobe adjacent to the bed. I didn't know my breath was caught in my throat until now. I closed my eyes and sighed.My heart was racing. It almost seems too good to be true. I was waiting to awaken from this dream. Somehow the universe would plunge me back into the darkness like it usually does and what was remaining of my hope would shatter. It was a feeling that was well familiar and I was used to it by now.I was used to it all except now, I wasn't waking up. I was stuck here. It seemed like it was too real to be true. The feeling of bittersweet nostalgia hit me. There was nothing that I could do to m
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MEANDRAI couldn’t stop myself.It was as though the flickering awareness of my surroundings was blurred, and I was no longer in control of my body. Before I even knew what I was doing, my feet had begun to move. The space between us—once charged with uncertainty, and the silence of too many unsaid things—began to shrink with every step I took toward her.Shantai didn’t move. She stood still, unmoving and unflinching.My hands reached out before I could even think of why.They hovered at first, hesitant, trembling. Then they touched her. My arms slid across the curve of her back, one hand rising to cradle her shoulders while the other pressed gently against her spine. She was here.I pulled her body flush against mine. My cheek rested beside hers. I felt the rise and fall of her chest, the subtle tension in her muscles, the cautious way her breath caught between us. But still, she didn’t push me away. My lips curved. A smile bloomed across my face before I even realized it. I coul
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MEANDRAIt could have been worse. I tried to reassure myself. It was not completely what I wanted but at the same time. It could have been worse.“Shantai,” before I could stop Belle from standing up too quickly, she hurried to the doorway where Shantai stood.Shantai had time to accommodate her in her arms before the both of them were knocked off balance, in a tangle of hands and legs. I held my breath. For a second, the whole room was shrouded in silence and then out of the blue, Belle began to laugh before Shantai joined in.There was no explanation for how it happened but the corners of my lips were beginning to tilt up into a smile. A much wider one that I didn't think that I was capable of. I closed my eyes and sighed. The confines of my chest felt very light.“What are you still doing there? Join us,” Belle stretched out her hand with a huge smile. Her eyes twinkled with amusement and delight. I wasn't so sure I could remember the last time I witnessed life in her eyes.I didn'
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MEANDRAI could feel my heart pounding in my ears as I hurried down the hallway with Belle's frail hand in mine. I knew she was too weak to run but I couldn't, wouldn't take the risk of leaving her behind at the mercy of Jasquire.Not when I could feel the sound of her hasty steps hurrying behind me. I wasn't going to let Shantai be blamed for something that she had no knowledge of. Not when she mattered so much to Belle.Not when she had come to matter so much to me. If anything, I felt something shift within me. Calling it determination was a bit of a stretch but I could tell that it was a very strong emotion. One that I couldn't let go of.“Come back here this instant,” Jasquire's loud voice pierced through the silence of the hallway. But her command held no weight and thank goodness, that I still remember what freewill felt like because I was never going to do what she needed me to do.“Alejandro,” his name slipped from Belle's lips again. Louder this time. We could still hear Jas
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 51
MEANDRAAlejandro hadn’t been the same since Jasquire accused Shantai of drugging Belle.I saw it in the way his eyes dulled around her, the way his shoulders stiffened when she entered a room, even if she only came to collect something she’d forgotten. There was no fury, no loud accusations—just silence.A thick, impenetrable wall of silence that said more than rage ever could. He didn’t yell. He was simply silent and that was even more dangerous.Shantai had once been the only other person in Belle’s life who acted like family—not duty, not title. Just care. But now, Alejandro forbade her from even hrt Belle’s room.When Belle woke from fevered sleep, reaching for Shantai’s hand, it was mine she found instead. I had been the one to tuck the cool cloth beneath her brow. I was the one taking care of her.And Shantai had been sent to scrub linens in the laundry room.It wasn’t right.I watched her each time she passed Belle’s room on her way to and from the wash station.Her fingers wo
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JASQUIREImmediately after stepping out of the room, my heart began racing and it became hard to hide my expression. The weight of what had just happened still pressed down on my chest. I walked quickly but not too quickly, careful not to draw attention to myself. My feet barely made a sound against the old wooden floor.“Father,” I called softly, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I glanced around, hoping no one had heard me. “Father...” I repeated, a little louder this time.I hesitated when I heard the sound—a faint shuffle. My breath caught mid-step. It came from behind me, close, too close. Every instinct screamed for me to turn around, to see who—or what—was there. But I didn’t.I forced myself to remain still, eyes fixed aheadTurning too quickly would only confirm suspicion. Whoever was behind me might already be watching, waiting for that one flinch, that one giveaway glance. So I stayed rigid, pretending not to notice.I shifted slightly, just enough to seem casual.My
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MEANDRAHis loud, hasty footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing louder with every passing second. Relief swelled in my chest like a tide. I knew that sound better than I knew my own name.Alejandro.I bent over Belle. Her head lolled slightly, her breath shallow but wrong—too slow, too forced, like her body had to remember how to keep going.“Alejandro is coming,” I whispered, voice catching in my throat. I reached out, brushing back a stray lock of hair from her damp forehead, then gently tapped her cheek with the tips of my fingers. “Hey, stay with me, Belle. He’s almost here, alright? You’re going to be fine. I promise.”Her eyelids fluttered. She didn’t speak, butshe moved her head in a sluggish nod. A low, airy hum slipped through her lips—a soft, desperate sound that nearly shattered me. Her eyes weren’t completely shut. She was trying.Trying so hard not to give in. To stay awake. To stay alive.The door behind us banged open.Alejandro burst in, his chest heaving, his ey
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MEANDRAI took in multiple breaths, finally being able to breathe properly. The hallway outside Alejandro’s room was silent, filled with only the thud of my footsteps as I rushed away. The air felt thinner here, less suffocating than the thick tension I’d just escaped. But I wasn’t steady yet.My mind still reeled from the sight of Jasquire, her calculated smile, the way Alejandro had shoved her hand away — the sound of it still echoed behind my ribs. I moved down the hallway with slow, measured steps, the worn floorboards creaking faintly beneath my feet.Would she come after me? My mind was still stuck on what had happened, wondering..Would Jasquire storm down that hallway, furious and entitled, simply because she had seen me with him? My mind circled around the image—her eyes narrowing, lips twisting in that too-sweet smile that never quite reached her gaze. I had seen that look before.I didn’t even realize I had stopped walking until I felt the cold bite of air on my skin. M
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MEANDRAThe silence in the room was thick, almost suffocating, pierced only by the sound of heavy, uneven breathing — mine.Then came the sharp crack of a door slamming.I flinched violently.The sudden noise echoed through the quiet, jolting my already-frayed nerves. My head snapped to the side, eyes darting toward the source of the sound.The bathroom door — just slightly ajar now — glowed faintly from the light inside. He had gone in there. I saw his silhouette disappear behind the frame, followed by the hush of running water.I looked away facing the door.I blinked, letting out a shaky breath, though it did little to calm me. If anything, the air tasted stale and bitter, like I was breathing in guilt.My shoulders sagged with relief, but it was short-lived.My hands still trembled.The fear hadn’t yet worn off. I could feel it in the way my fingertips twitched when I tried to brush my hair out of my face.I was trying to gather myself, to feel normal, but my body refused to obey.
