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Chapter Thirty-Five : The Lie
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2025-11-08 21:20:52
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The king of Ashes Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five : My Only Truth
(Isabella’s POV) I held him as he sobbed, his large, powerful body shaking in my arms, and my own heart was breaking with him, for him, for the child we had never known, and for the terrible, impossible choice he’d had to make. Looking at him, he looked so broken, his shoulders still shaking from the sobs he’d held back, and I knew he was blaming himself for our baby, for the choice he’d had to make, but it was not his fault, it was just... it was not meant to be. “Alessandro,” I called softly, trying to get him to look at me, but he just kept his head down, so I used the tips of my fingers to lift his chin, forcing his beautiful, haunted eyes to meet mine. “It is not your fault, Alessandro.” “But, Angel, I…” “No,” I whispered, stopping him, my voice firm. “It’s not your fault.” I didn’t even let him finish his sentence, I just needed to show him, to make him feel it, so I began kissing all over his face, starting with his forehead, his eyes, his sharp cheekbones, and fina
The king of Ashes Chapter One Hundred and Thirty four : The Weight of a Lie
(Alessandro’s POV) A week passed in a strange, fragile peace, a quiet so unnatural it felt like the deep, heavy stillness before an earthquake. Isabella was recovering, her physical strength returning with each day, and the beautiful, warm light was slowly coming back to her eyes. I had kept my word, staying by her side, working from the penthouse study so she would never wake up alone. I watched her read in the library, I held her hand as we walked on the terrace, and I kissed her goodnight every night, but every time I looked at her, my heart ached with the weight of my secret. The lie I had told her in that sterile, white medical room felt like a living thing, a cold, heavy stone in my gut. It was just stress, Angel. I had told that lie to protect her, to shield her from the unimaginable pain of knowing she had been pregnant, and that I had been the one to end it. But as she healed, as she smiled at me with a trust so pure and so complete, the lie began to feel less like a sh
The king of Ashes Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three: The Cold Room
(Alessandro’s POV) The small jet leveled out high above the clouds, leaving the aggressive energy of New York far below us, so the cabin was suddenly filled with a heavy, unnatural silence, a quiet broken only by the steady hum of the engines. I sat facing Kate Rossi, the woman who had caused all this pain, who had nearly destroyed Isabella and our future, and she was still secured, the dark hood hiding her face, her body slumped against the leather seat. I watched her for a long time, my gaze cold and unyielding, because she was no longer the frail, grieving widow, she was a high-value threat, a package of poison that needed to be fully neutralized. Dante’s men had done their job perfectly, binding her hands with soft but unbreakable restraints, and they had given her a small dose of a mild sedative, just enough to keep her quiet during the flight but not enough to hurt her. She was breathing shallowly, her body occasionally twitching with a suppressed tremor, a woman held capt
The king of Ashes Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three: The Cold Room
(Alessandro’s POV) The small jet leveled out high above the clouds, leaving the aggressive energy of New York far below us, so the cabin was suddenly filled with a heavy, unnatural silence, a quiet broken only by the steady hum of the engines. I sat facing Kate Rossi, the woman who had caused all this pain, who had nearly destroyed Isabella and our future, and she was still secured, the dark hood hiding her face, her body slumped against the leather seat. I watched her for a long time, my gaze cold and unyielding, because she was no longer the frail, grieving widow, she was a high-value threat, a package of poison that needed to be fully neutralized. Dante’s men had done their job perfectly, binding her hands with soft but unbreakable restraints, and they had given her a small dose of a mild sedative, just enough to keep her quiet during the flight but not enough to hurt her. She was breathing shallowly, her body occasionally twitching with a suppressed tremor, a woman held capt
The king of Ashes Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two: The Cargo Bay Ghost
(Alessandro’s POV) The unmarked black SUV moved like a shadow through the damp, empty roads leading to JFK’s cargo terminals, so the usual loud chaos of New York was muffled by the late hour and the thick, wet air. I sat in the back, the pistol heavy against my hip, feeling the raw, aggressive energy of the city pressing in on us, and I knew that every shadow held a potential threat, every parked truck could hide one of Bianchi’s men. “Five minutes until touchdown, Alessandro, and Dante’s team is in position, dressed as airport security, so they blend in well,” Lucian's voice reported over the secure satellite line, and his tension was clear even across the hundreds of miles. “The plane is being diverted to Cargo Bay Four, which is isolated, perfect for a clean snatch-and-grab, but we need to move the second the ramp drops.” “Tell Dante to disable the cameras immediately, Lucian, and I want zero violence, because she is a civilian, and any blood spilled, even Bianchi’s men’s,
The king of Ashes Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One: Crossings
Alessandro’s POV) The small, unmarked jet cut through the night sky like a silent, black blade, leaving the lights of Chicago far behind us, and as I watched the Citadel shrink into a small, glittering jewel on the vast, dark plain, I felt the familiar, heavy armor of the King settle back onto my soul. I was leaving the only place that felt like home, leaving the woman I loved more than breath, but I was doing it to protect the peace I had just fought and paid for, so there was no room for hesitation, only cold, absolute certainty. The cabin of the jet was quiet, completely sterile, giving me nothing to look at but my own reflection in the dark window, and the man staring back was a study in cold control, the kind of man who makes impossible choices and never looks back. Lucian had stayed behind, a necessary safeguard for Isabella, but his absence left the air around me thin and tense, forcing me to rely entirely on the tactical reports filtering through the encrypted satellite
The king of Ashes Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five : Echoes in a Gilded Cage
(Isabella’s POV) The lake house was beautiful, a stunning cage made of glass and stone, perched on the edge of a vast, calm lake, yet I felt like I was suffocating. Days bled into one another, marked only by the rising and setting of the sun over the water, each sunrise a painful reminder of th
The king of Ashes Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four : Ice and Ash
(Alessandro’s POV) The penthouse was silent again, but it was a different silence now, no longer the heavy quiet of grief, but the sharp, sterile silence of a king’s court after a purge. I stood in the war room, the grand library stripped bare of its wedding finery, its warmth replaced by th
The king of Ashes Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two: The Return of Ash
(Alessandro’s POV) The Citadel was silent, a vast, echoing tomb, and the silence was a suffocating, heavy blanket. I stood in the library, the room that had, just yesterday, been filled with her laughter, her light, her life. Now, the massive mahogany table was still covered in her plans, in th
The king of Ashes Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen : The Queen of Nothing
(Isabella’s POV) The sound of his footsteps walking away from me was the loudest sound I had ever heard. Each one was a hammer blow, a nail in the coffin of the beautiful, impossible life we had built. And then, the final, terrible sound: the soft, heavy click of his bedroom door closing. It
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