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Isabella said, crying. “Yes, the best thing is there is only a small lagoon between the islands, so we are building a connecting bridge between the two islands when we start construction on the facilities and bungalows on your island,” Amelie announced. “Wait, what if we lost the Newlywed Game?” I smirked, raising my eyebrows. “The winning team would have gotten only the trophy,” Nathan laughed. I looked at Isabella, and she was bawling her eyes out. “Isabella, are you ok?” I asked, hugging her.

The strike failed to hit Harvey, but it managed to open a big hole on the deck. Nobody would be able to withstand such an attack. Harvey’s pupils trembled slightly after squinting at the sight before him. The Islanders did improve quite a bit. He previously saw killer moves like this during his time at war, but they were not as refined as this. If those people had another ten years to grow, the Island Nations might’ve been Country H’s biggest enemy once again. This was the reason why the Islanders kept trying to establish a bridgehead in Country H.

“Because that’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Acquiring power?” “You think that will leave the centre pack vulnerable, without proper defence,” Elijah murmured. “Exactly. It may be a show of strength to go elsewhere, to fight, but I…” “Tell me.” “I think the safest course of action is to stay at home. To not fight.” Lily built up momentum as her confidence grew. “I think that demonstrates something far more important. Your allies will know they can trust you if Sea Pine doesn’t take advantage of the unrest. And, perhaps even more importantly, should any of your allies turn on you–“

The empty place in her chest still smoked, but Isla stood in it now white, solid, and entirely her own. “I rejected the bond,” she said. The words were quieter now, but no less final. “Fully. In front of the elders and witnesses. It is broken. I am no longer your mate by Goddess law or by choice. Find another way to hold your pack together. I will not be the anchor you only remember to cling to when everything else is on fire.”

That breaking. Humanity. Still there. Still fighting. Still resisting even while complying. That was unexpected. That was interesting. Most subjects broke completely. Lost themselves. Became nothing but the conditioning. The programming. The weapon. But Novalee held onto something. Some core. Some piece of self. Hidden. Buried. Protected. Even as a vessel. Even as Dante's obsession. Even as the Red Bride. Still Novalee. Somewhere deep. Still there. Isabella wondered how long that would last. How much more she could endure before that last piece, that last humanity, finally died.

the question was, would they be here in time to help, or was I on my own. we arrived at the island. I thanked the crew and grabbed my bag. it was just as I had remembered. 9 months ago, before Jane was born, Dylan and I took a babymoon to this beautiful island. the locals called it dragon island due to all the glorious species of lizards that lived here, and the entire architectural aspects were dragon or lizard related to fit the locals name for it. I grabbed a cycle rickshaw and asked the driver to take me to the comono palace.

“Good. I like people who don’t back down. Let’s see if you’re as capable as you seem.” For the first time in a long while, Isla felt hope. Later that evening, as she sat in her small apartment, a sense of peace settled over her. It wasn’t the life she had imagined, but it was hers. And for now, that was enough. She wasn’t running anymore. She was rebuilding. And this time, she wouldn’t be broken.

With boundaries. With unshakable resolve. Because this time, she was not rebuilding from betrayal. She was defending a kingdom she had earned.

I mean, Miami has always been my home for ages and I never for a moment thought I would ever in my life decide to leave Miami for another home. But I also know it is a very good idea that I decided to come here with Jessa. Ever since my brother and that bitch of a wife betrayed Jessa, she has been acting tough but the empty look in her eyes makes me want to always be there for her. I want her to know that there is still someone who will always be there for her, I want to be that someone whom she can always lean on when she is broken, that someone whom she can walk with when she is too afraid to walk alone.

A bright smile curled around her lips as before she waved me goodbye, Christen Walker was once my mate. After I had the accident, she decided to break the mate bond because I could no longer fulfil her needs. After losing my mother, that was the second most hurtful thing I’ve ever been through. The pain, the hurt once those words are said and the ritual is performed. It feels like someone rips your heart out and squeezes all the blood from it, rips it into two and then puts it back and leaves you there to mend it on your own.