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Chapter Fifteen : The King's Wrath

Penulis: Zainab
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(Alessandro’s POV)

The ringing in my ears faded, replaced by the frantic, terrified beating of Isabella’s heart against my chest. I held her, my arms a steel cage, my body a shield against the chaos my brother had unleashed. The scent of ozone from the flash-bang mingled with the cool night air rushing through the shattered window, a gaping wound in the side of my sanctuary.

He was gone. Vanished into the night as if he were truly a ghost. But the cold dread coiling in my gut was real. The threat was real.

For a moment, I allowed myself to feel the pure, unadulterated terror of it. Not for me. For her. Cassian’s eyes when he looked at her… it was the look of a predator savoring his next meal. He didn't just want my empire; he wanted to defile everything I held sacred. He wanted to burn my world down all over again, and this time, Isabella was standing in the center of it.

That thought was a shard of ice in my heart. It extinguished the terror and ignited a rage so cold and a
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