All Chapters of Shadows Of Goodbye: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

After a few minutes of racing thoughts, I shakily got back to my feet. I quickly tucked the flower into my hair before going back to work, scrubbing his walls. Cleaning helped me think and allowed me to focus on something that I could control. Hours later, I was still working on cleaning his floor when the door opened, and he walked in, sighing when he saw me on my knees. He came over to kneel in front of me, immediately reaching out to take the sponge from me.“Bella, stop this! I can’t stand to see you on the floor scrubbing like a common maid. Please, baby, if you’re going to hate me, hate me, but don’t wait on me like I’m above you,” he almost begged.I shook my head. “You are King and I–”“Are my Intended and mate. If you are on the floor, then I will be on the floor.” To prove his point, he stuck the sponge in my bucket before beginning to scrub the floor while I stared at him in shock. When I realized he was determined to scrub the entire floor by himself, I covered his hand wi

I came to an understanding as I left. Here isn't my home anymore, and oddly, it may have never been. I had always felt out of place. Now I know why. I was meant to be in the Fae realm. I smile spread across my face. I have always been his, haven’t I?EdwardI stared at the space where Bella had disappeared into the portal. My eyes were fixed on the void as if sheer willpower could bring her back. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the faint creak of the floor beneath my weight as I stood rooted in place. How could I have let her go? How could I have been so reckless?I wanted to prove to her that I could change. That I could be the man she needed. Even if it meant losing her forever. It was a risk I had taken, but the crushing weight of that choice now felt unbearable. Time passed in a haze. Hours? Days? I was not sure anymore. My mind replayed every moment we had shared, every word I should have said, and every time I held back what I truly felt. The faint click o

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the cold space beside me. Edward was gone. The bed felt vast and hollow without him, and an uneasy feeling crept over me. Something was wrong. I slipped out of bed, throwing on my clothes. I padded down the hall. The faint, rhythmic sound of metal striking metal reached my ears. It was not the calming clink of someone training; it was raw, violent, and relentless. I followed the noise to the sparring chamber. When I stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat. Edward stood in the center of the room, shirtless, his muscles coiled like a predator ready to pounce. His blade gleamed in the dim light, slicing through the air with deadly precision. He was fighting something I could barely comprehend. A shadowy beast, its eyes glowing an eerie gold. Edward moved like a whirlwind, striking with unrelenting ferocity.The beast lunged, but Edward sidestepped, slamming the hilt of his blade into its head. With a guttural roar, he drove his sword th

I needed a distraction, and this was it.“Thank you.” With a nod, she left the room. I wasted no time in preparing the bucket and began scrubbing the walls, ridding them of the tiny bug-like creatures that had made their home there in just one day. I hadn’t lied to the centaur female; I truly needed a distraction. The weight of the impending war Edward was preparing for, coupled with the strange changes happening to my body, had me on edge. I needed to focus on something else, anything else. The uncertainty of what lay ahead was eating away at me. I sighed, thinking about our future. Edward's future as king was clear, but my role as queen was far from certain.This entire experience has taught me a valuable lesson: despite being spoiled by my parents, I am not a princess. I worked to become a great reporter only to end up as an assistant. So I tried to be the best assistant, but I am not superior to anyone. I am simply a person. And in the realm of the supernatural, I am at the lowest

EdwardI felt a flicker of pride, mixed with the ever-present fear that I was dragging her into a world she did not belong in. This was necessary. My father would not stop until he had taken everything from me, and I refused to let him win. Bella glanced at me, her eyes searching mine. “You will stay with me, right? Through this?""Always," I said, the promise heavy with meaning. "I will not let anything happen to you, Bella. Not while I am breathing."The shade shifted into a defensive stance. The training ground was vast and ominous. Rows of wooden dummies stood like silent sentinels along the edges, their surfaces marred with scars of countless battles. Weapons of all kinds, blades, staffs, and maces hung on racks, gleaming faintly in the pale morning light. The air was thick with tension, the kind that came before a storm. I stood at the center of the grounds, my arms crossed as I watched Bella take hesitant steps forward. Her stance was unsure, but there was a flicker of determin